This loss of everything I took for granted in my adult life was much more overwhelming to me than the love I felt for my baby. I know, I said it, shoot me world - and what a world we live in when it comes to 'views' on mothers. How we should feel, how we should look, how we should react... the expectations are real and they are fired at a new mother like arrows from a bow.
Having someone to help you reach the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel is one of the best things about being in a relationship. But when your lover crosses the line from "supportive partner" to "therapist", it can have catastrophic results - both for the relationship, and also for your health.
We all have mental health, so equally we can all have mental ill health. From time to time, we may struggle more than we'd like, and so need to look for help to see us through. The problem is, it often isn't clear at what point we need to need to speak up and look for that help. So, here's where the traffic lights come in.
Perhaps the conservatives will soon realise that the increase in depression in children, teenagers and adults is something that needs addressing and the support through NHS counselling should be in place, rather than forcing the support, it should be offered without long, unnecessary waiting lists.
Not everyone has a propensity to deal with such difficulties - even if those difficulties are likely to be temporary because the mentally ill party is receiving treatment. And I don't think that's being prejudiced or discriminatory. That's just the reality.
In the middle of the night, and subject to the double sense of isolation which depression and wakefulness at that time brings, I would repeat snatched lines of poetry to myself. I wasn't alone after all.
When I'm depressed it's really pronounced - I can go from ok to dangerously low to barely contained anger in a matter of hours. When I'm well, my mood tends to follow those around me - if I'm with people who are in good form, I'm in good form. If there's stress or angst around me, I take it on. As Therapist described it today, I'm a chameleon when it comes to mood.
For 20 years I spoke through my skin because I couldn't find the right words. Instead of a best friend to play with, I had a pair of scissors. And instead of a voice, I got stuck on a merry-go-round of bottling things in and bleeding them out. The question I often get asked is 'why'; what could make me feel so low that I would want to drag a blade across my own flesh. Having had nearly two decades to gnaw over an answer, I'm still not really sure, other than - being brutally honest - I think I liked it. It wasn't about the injury I inflicted though, cutting never deviated towards sadomasochism, it was about searching for contentment.
Depression reduces your length of life as much as smoking does... pay for more psychological therapy and it will cost you nothing because of the savings on physical healthcare. The finances of healthcare actually improve through spending more on therapy.
Mental health is something that's increasingly appearing in conversation these days. This is a huge, huge step in the right direction, because historically it's the stigma around mental illness that has been one of the biggest obstacles for people in seeking help, or in fact, in even acknowledging that there's a problem in the first place. I'm impatient though
Every morning I drag myself from sleep (it's so hard especially when I've been starring in my own dream and I've been a hit) to sitting up on my pillow to do 20 minutes of mindfulness. Every morning I think why am I doing this because when I look in at my thoughts it's never a pretty sight?
Peri-menopause generally begins in the mid to late forties. It takes anything from four to ten years and the average age for the onset of true menopause (when periods cease completely) is 51 years.
A person suffering a degenerative disease, no matter how well they cope, cannot in reality be upbeat and happy every single moment of each day. This would be impossible and an unrealistic expectation.
There has been a lot of talk about "Thinspiration" since the Professor Green comment about his wife Millie Mackintosh and although the couple have gone on record to say it was a joke taken out of context, it made me question is the concept of "Thinspiration" inspiring or detrimental to our psyche?
While most people with physical illness are in treatment, this is true for fewer than one in three people with mental illness... What could account for this shocking failure? Stigma is one reason. People are ashamed of being mentally ill.
In the beginning things were fine, we lived in tribes with family members. We all shared the same genes so we trusted and protected each other. The bad news about this is the bit about all being related which caused infinite mutations; some of our cousins had more fingers than needed, others had their feet growing backwards.