It's time the Government took action to guarantee safe spaces for vulnerable new mothers
This lasted a couple of months. But luckily for me, if you can call it luck, I’ve battled on and off with depression for
I didn’t see it coming. Maybe it was the fact that it’s rarely discussed. Or the fact that when it is, it’s about the mothers
The cruelest trait of anxiety is its ability to creep up and blindside you whilst you're sitting eating your mugshot on a Tuesday afternoon. For me, anxiety started as that feeling of rocking on your chair a little too hard and tipping over the point of balance.
Nearly nine years ago I was induced and gave birth to my son. Then he turned three. That's all I remember. I missed three years. I remember parts, but I couldn't tell you what his first words were, when he first rolled over, what his favourite food was, or what we did together.
I had no idea that having a child would make me feel this way. I knew I'd be tired and have general worries for her about the future and the world we live in but I never comprehended the wave of sheer terror that totally consumes me when I fear she is poorly. I did not sign up for this, how come nobody warned me!
I never really thought of myself as someone who suffers from OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder). I mean, I do weird things like never walk on the pavement cracks, run back to the kettle before it boils and clicks off and always have to beat the person walking behind me to the next lamp-post, but everyone does that right?
Those lovely hormones that caused your hair to stick around for longer than usual were simply on loan as a consolation prize to make up for all the other crap that pregnancy hormones put you through. Now that your baby is here, they are simply leaving your body and taking the extra hair with them.
The morning after I gave birth, I got out of bed, and a cascade of wee followed. I had lost all my bladder control. It was so humiliating, and really embarrassing to try and get the nursing staff to come and clean up.
Scoff and smirk away. When I tell you I have online friends, I'm talking about my sisterhood, my village, my inspirations. I'm talking about two groups of women I don't know what I'd do without, because in every sense of the word, they're real friends.