When this isolation started, I felt guilty about how good it felt to slow down. It’s something I’ve been trying and failing to do lately.
I’m starting a new decade on medication for anxiety and depression. For most of 2019, I felt mentally healthier than ever before, until I didn’t.
“When I finally felt ready for a second child, years later, I spoke to my therapist about preventative strategies in case PND started throwing its weight around a second time. I had notes and lists. I built a strong sense of identity as a woman and mother and felt...
Recently I grabbed an opportunity by the ovaries. It’s kind of insane-but not really- and it fills one of my lifelong dreams, to be published in a book. Change Makers, 20 Inspirational Stories from Women Making an Impact in the Lives of Others. My co-authors are...
It Starts When We're Young When I was in kindergarten I remember taking some sort of aptitude test. It required me to cut a circle out of a piece of red construction paper. I started cutting. The sides looked uneven so I snipped and trimmed again and again until I had...
I prepared as best I could, to avoid or minimise a second round of postnatal depression. Spoiler alert, it didn’t work so this is what I did instead.
My children stole my soul so I must fight, daily, to get a small piece of it back. I need to keep some for myself so I can maintain a bit of self-respect and at least a shadow of my identity for when the day comes when the girls leave me.
When I look at the baby through my hoodie hole, she smiles at me. Big. I don’t want to be cheered up but I can’t help it. This is why I don’t run away and why I don’t quit.
I so badly want to be a more relaxed parent. One who can leave dishes in the sink and run around in the backyard after dinner. Unfortunately, as a recovering perfectionist and new mother of two, the kitchen is the only thing I can control in my life. So I NEED to have those dishes done or I’ll twitch.
Social Media is not real. Or maybe it’s a half-truth like a little white lie. Arguably it’s more like a one-hundreth of the truth.