The Importance of Thankfulness
I’ve talked before about Three Things. This was an idea I first heard about from Lauren at My Postpartum Voice when she was helping me through a very bad patch at the beginning of my…
Tag: recovery
How Writing Healed Me After PND
This blog is six months old today. I began writing with the objective of helping others, which is still the main purpose, but I had no idea back then how much I would need this…
Sharing PND & Anxiety With My GP
This post is not about bashing GPs. There are some truly wonderful medical professionals in this country, and abroad, who do very important work, especially in the mental health field. I have met several of…
Finding Joy In The Journey
I’m doing a fair bit of work on The Butterfly Mother at the moment, trying to get the blog out there in more places, reach more parents who may be suffering and raise more awareness…
12 Tools For Managing Anxiety
I’ve posted several intense posts previously about the anxiety symptoms I have experienced (insomnia, intrusive thoughts, derealisation to name a few) so I decided now might be a good time to list in one place…
The present is a gift
If you’ve read my other posts or follow me on Twitter you’ll know I’ve always been a planner, possibly to the point of obsession. My whole life has been about goals; everything I’ve done has…
The beautiful mundane
When I’m struggling with Anxiety I have no energy, no inclination and no mental capacity for dealing with the everyday stuff. If my husband asks me to pay a bill or call a company about…
Getting the most out of therapy
In an unthinkable world where I’m made to choose between therapy and medication I’d choose therapy every time (but, my God, please never make me choose – I’m greedy and want both!). Medication has limitations…
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,”…