If we were to talk about money I might say; We don't have enough. I believe that if I were to say this, some people may agree but I don't think really understand what I meant by it. And I believe that others just wouldn't believe me. But generally most people would seem quite uncomfortable … Continue reading Can we talk about money?
I'm thinking about myself; which pieces of me come from where, at what stage of life, which piece of me was winning. Some of this comes from having children. I watch mine growing and changing and I wonder which pieces of them are from me or their dad (none of them have proven to be … Continue reading The pieces of me
For as long as I can remember in my mums battle with her mental health she has told me, and anyone else listening, that she is a weak person. This is something she utters when she is low, and it often forms the basis of her negative thoughts. She seems to believe that because she … Continue reading Inner strength
I want to get something down 'on paper' about social media and its positivity. Particularly for those living with their own or others mental health issues.When I was a teen, social media didn't exist (imagine that!). I remember our family getting our first computer, a humongous PC with dial up internet that never worked or … Continue reading Waxing Lyrical – what social media gives me
Wow 2 whole months have past without me blogging. Its been summer holidays and life has been very much about the kids at home, going away and my last months of pregnancy. Our summer holiday was 2 weeks spent in the south east where my parents now live. I was aware before we went that … Continue reading Summer hoildays
I have grown up with mental illness. Not mine, my mothers. This week is maternal mental health week. A week to shout out about this topic that can be so terrifying, so challenging, yet one that is so common (1 in 5 women will suffer a maternal mental health condition). My mum suffered postpartum psychosis … Continue reading The vaccum of silence
I've referred to my mum as my addiction in an earlier post but didn't elaborate. I will attempt to do so now. As far back as I can recall I felt a difficulty in my relationship with my mum. I can't explain it much better, except to say that I always knew it felt more … Continue reading Mum is my addiction
So its 11 am and Ive not long got home with my current youngest. We are wet from the pouring rain and I can literally feel the tension stagnating my muscles and tightening round my forehead. My eldest had a hospital appointment this morning, routine, nothing to worry about. It meant that rather than the … Continue reading An Angry Mum
I'm sat on the sofa feeling my baby dance away inside my tummy. I ring my dad to wish him a happy birthday, aware that with mum low he probably hasn't had the best day. Dad says "We've had a rather traumatic day". Dad tells me that mum overdosed on her pills today. Strangely I'm … Continue reading We’ve had a rather traumatic day
So a well asked question by many experiencing mental health conditions must be; Is this part of my make-up or is it because of life events? I don't think I've ever really dug deep on my thoughts on this one. I obviously have family members experiencing the same diagnosis, suggesting a hereditary link and I … Continue reading Nature or Nurture?