The Mental Load is Killing Mother’s Mental Health
The Mental Load Made Me Do It You know the drill, it’s 8:25 a.m. on a seemingly nice and happy Thursday morning, things are hectic as per and one thing too many prompts a snide, passive aggressive…
The ‘Pandemic Prison’ Placed on Mothers
The COVID pandemic is over – well, I’m judging that purely on the opening of nightclubs, pubs and the mask burning ceremonies I’ve seen on social media. The world has opened its doors again. Office blocks are…
The Problem with Personal Boundaries… Is You.
There is a lot of buzz on social media in regard to ‘personal boundaries’. Which, unless you’ve somehow managed to scroll them by quicker than the obscene number of adverts offering a whole host of weird and…
Living With Postpartum Depression – The Book
If we are lucky enough to realise we might be suffering from postpartum depression, one of the first things we may do, is to search online; seeking out a list of symptoms that may aid us in…
Positive Birth Story – Induced Birth After PPD and Birth Trauma.
After the birth of my daughter, I was left with a very bitter, traumatic taste in my mouth about the health care system. It took a long time to even process how I felt about it let…
Grieving the baby I could not love
For 6 months I’ve sat with a feeling I couldn’t place. Most times I would fret my mind was sinking into depression, how could I be incredibly happy, yet have an awful wrench in my stomach. Easy…
Pregnancy after Post Natal Depression
Hesitant to say ‘better’ or ‘healed’, the post natal depression, or depression (at what point do we switch and drop the post natal?) I suffered is very much off the boil, not even on a lower heat…
Postnatal depression really fucked up my relationship
The impact of depression on our long term relationship
Knock Knock! Who’s There? Depression! Oh FFS.
*tries to hide behind door from depression* A while ago, I wrote about how I believed I was gaining my freedom from depression, and I am. I have good spells and low dips, sometimes a dip so…
The one where depression tries to silence you
Sometimes I would like to say I’m sorry. To my partner. To my friends. But depression has a way of stifling, silencing my words, unable to be pronounced, never mind explained. Sometimes my actions speak louder than…