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…
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…
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…
“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…
Nothing demonstrates my skewed expectations of early motherhood better than a message I sent to my best friend actually asking her if she enjoyed changing nappies. This is one of the few texts I’d been…
When most people describe depression they talk about a black cloud or fog. For me, it was less about life becoming clouded and more about finally being able to see the truth. And that “truth”…
“Enjoy every moment, won’t you?” I offer a watery smile and nod but inside my blood freezes and my heart pounds with the anxiety that has come to constantly plague me like an unwelcome guest.…