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…
Tag: PND recovery
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. …
The Power of Peer Support
They say it takes a village to raise a child but, in 2015, where the hell is our village? Many cultures around the world celebrate the birth of a new member of their community by…
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…
Hope is a good thing
“Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.” The Shawshank Redemption I want to talk about the power of hope. Many symptom lists for perinatal mood and…
Grieving The Missing Happiness
Looking at baby photos of your child should evoke wonderful, happy and loving memories of those first months or years together. For me, the love I feel is indeed intense; I squeal at how impossibly…
Antidepressants For PND & Anxiety
The truth is I didn’t want to take antidepressants. No. Way. I’ll confess, before this experience I think I may have even been part of the mental health stigma. It’s really hard to admit that but…
My Postnatal Depression Recovery Story
“Postnatal Depression recovery stories.” These were the only words I typed into my browser for weeks. My anxiety was incredibly high, I genuinely thought I was losing my mind. Instead of cuddling my son or…