The battle for acceptance
It’s truly ironic that I blog about depression and advocate on social media to break mental health stigma and yet when it comes to accepting my own battle with PND and anxiety I still have…
Category: Recovery
Do I love my baby?
Yesterday we had the paddling pool out for the first time. Caterpillar had a lot of fun and then wanted to come and sit with me where I was watching from the picnic blanket. I…
What if this bad thing…is a good thing?
I’ve spent the last six weeks utterly devastated that I’ve had such a nasty anxiety flare-up. I’m bitter and angry and frightened and grieving, there’s no doubt about that. BUT. Big “but”- capital letters “but,”…
The Benefits of Routine
I’ve always been a bit of a planner. Organising others is actually my day job. And I truly believe that a good routine is really helpful when battling PND, and for motherhood in general. When…
Positive vs negative
Positivity is so powerful. I guess that’s pretty obvious really but, in truth, it wasn’t the biggest part of my recovery first time around. Thanks to a fabulous new therapist, who focuses beautifully on the…
Setback
I started this blog as someone who considered herself to be recovered, or mostly recovered (depending on the day!) in order to offer hope to others in the thick of PND. I hope I can…
Derealisation: Locked out of my Life
My experience of postnatal depression was largely rooted in intense anxiety. This is the third of three posts about the worst of my anxiety-induced symptoms (insomnia, intrusive thoughts and derealisation/depersonalisation) and how I managed or overcame each of them. …
Intrusive Thoughts: Horror Movies in my Mind
My experience of postnatal depression was largely rooted in intense anxiety. This is the second of three posts about the worst of my anxiety-induced symptoms (insomnia, intrusive thoughts and derealisation/depersonalisation) and how I managed or overcame each of them. …
Am I Recovered?
It was quite obvious to me when I was unwell. For some sufferers of PND, the depression or anxiety creeps in and grips hold slowly, and can take a horribly long time to recognise what’s…
A Love Letter
Dear Little Caterpillar I thought of you for a long time, way before you were a cell, or an egg or even a twinkle in Daddy’s eye. Way before I knew Daddy. I dreamed of you when I…