In one week I will be 50 years old, half a century.Old! It's not surprising then that I'm reflecting on my life right now. There is this sense that the occasion should be marked in some way, and I don't mean a party.
This is surely the time our mental health is likely to suffer? Why is there not some sort of check system to go and visit those who have had a traumatic birth or had a NICU baby, or even lost a baby? Perhaps then it won't get to the point where we are diagnosed with a mental illness.
Without sounding like a stalker fan, you've always been my queen of queens. I didn't think you could get any higher up my hierarchy of queenliness, but that was until yesterday when you opened up to the world about your fight with PND.