It has taken me a very long time to come to terms with my depression and even longer to understand the root cause of it. However, I am now in the fortunate position of being able to recognise when things are starting to go wrong for me. Continue reading “5 Signs My Mental Health Is Declining”
TRIGGER WARNING: Post contains mention of physical and psychological abuse in childhood, and mentions of self harm.
Last year my therapist told me that your trauma can hide itself within you until you are at a point in your life where you are stable enough to confront it. But I still don’t feel ready. Continue reading “Living With Complex Trauma”
When I drop into a pit of depression all things self care fall to the back of my mind and I end up neglecting myself. Sometimes I can end up going weeks without showering because I feel too exhausted to do so. I often over-indulge on sugary and high fat foods because I’m trying to fill the hole that depression leaves behind. Even when I appear to be okay, I am in fact struggling to accomplish even the most basic day to day activities such as brushing my teeth or keeping up with my housework. Continue reading “Self Care”
For too long I believed that the way I felt was something that I should be ashamed of. Something that should be hidden away from prying eyes. No-one ever taught me that it was okay to be not okay. No-one ever told me that every single person can feel this way at least one point in their lives. So I locked the feeling of emptiness and sadness away in the back of my mind, and I buried them as deep as I could until I just couldn’t do it any longer. My depression had fed off of the isolation and the loneliness, then grew bigger and more intense with every passing day, until one day the pressure got too much and I erupted with rage. Continue reading “TW (Trigger Warning) Depression in Childhood”
Parenthood is exhausting! There is absolutly no way around it, unless you happen to be blessed with either a large family to help or large bank account to keep them entertained during the summer holidays. People who are not parents see parenting as this magnificent journey that is full unconditional love and sweet moments, when in reality its sitting at the breakfast table in the morning and hearing your 6 year old tell you he has farted for the tenth time then having to ask him to stop licking the cat. Continue reading “The Permanently Exhausted Pidgeon”