So it turns out that taking anti-depressants EVERY DAY is really quite important. A bit like taking the contraceptive pill EVERY DAY is really quite important. Three years ago, when I felt like I was dying, I realised I had over a week’s worth of Loestren left in the packet so I peed on a stick, the window showed a pink cross, and then nine months later I had a… Continue reading
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I’ve been away from here for ages. Not only was I without a phone for what seemed like a year, I took a holiday in the Lake District with my family. There were ten of us in total, which meant lots of people to look after The Baby (actually it was just a huge audience for her to entertain daily) while The Boyfriend… Continue reading
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The thing with depression is it never really goes away. Even with therapy and even with medication, it never really disappears. It goes quiet, sometimes it becomes so quiet it’s easy to ignore and even forget it’s there. And then one day, suddenly, it roars again. Loud and oppressive and impossible to ignore or forget.
The thing with depression is it’s complicated. Sometimes it’s lured out of hiding by… Continue reading
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I’ve not been around here much lately. Not for any reason other than I have been absolutely knackered. I had almost forgotten how tiring pregnancy is, except I can still quite clearly remember falling through the door after work and flopping straight onto the sofa for a nap for an hour or two. This time round it’s not so easy, and I constantly feel shattered. I want to sleep for… Continue reading
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I had forgotten just how tiring pregnancy is. Ridiculously, achingly, temper-shorteningly, tiring. Every morning I wake up in disbelief that it’s actually morning (although sometimes I wake up courtesy of The Baby and it’s not actually morning), every afternoon I am desperate for a few hours’ sleep, and every evening I’m in bed well before 9pm. And no amount of sleep is ever enough. It’s like an addiction; a little… Continue reading
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This week has been a strange old week. The Baby turned One, I came to the realisation that the anxiety I have been experiencing is actually a little out of the realms of ‘normal’ (crying in the super-market car-park after shopping for picnic food the night before The Baby’s party, out of a) sheer relief that no-one knifed/kidnapped/attacked me, and b) shame that as a 32 year old woman I… Continue reading
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I was told a story today about an overdose. It was an attempted suicide. It was, as intimated, unsuccessful, and the life in question still remains on this earth.
I heard this story from the mum of the distressed soul, and my heart broke into a thousand pieces.
As a mum… Continue reading
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I’ve really struggled this weekend, and the most ridiculous thing about it all is I’ve struggled with things that should be enjoyable, relaxing and not hard work. But they have been hard work, and now I’m writing it all down and I’m not sure why. Or what I hope to achieve by writing it down. Actually, I do know that writing does help, I’ve known it for a long time… Continue reading
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