We’re frequently reminded depression is 'not just like feeling sad'. But having experienced both, I don’t think it should be taboo to admit that my sadness isn’t that different to what my depression was like.
"I wanna talk to Grandma! I wanna talk to Grandma!" It's infrequent, but it happens more than I realised it would. My three-year-old son slams himself down on the sofa in a huff whilst I catch my breath. Again. Then, he looks at me and says,
I've been putting off writing about the recent tragedies we've seen in London and Manchester. It's hard to put your feelings into words. Such senseless loss of lives leaves you questioning everything - angry but with an overwhelming sadness.
I've been involved in several books that deal with sadness, one is even called 'The Sad Book'. It dealt with my feelings about my son's death. There is no happy ending. He doesn't come back to life. My first reason for writing it was because I wanted to sort out how I felt. The second was that children were asking me how I felt and I owed it to them to answer them straight. A third reason has emerged as people have started to read the book to each other: it gives people a chance to say what kind of feelings they have, how they've responded to loss or how they are handling feelings of sadness.
As parents and adults I feel we have an obligation to the next generation to paint a real picture of life, not a sterilised one, to show our emotions, to let them know that we don't always feel 100%, to show them that it is normal to not feel OK.
'I keep part of myself reserved for my late partner, just a little corner of my heart.'
'I keep part of myself reserved for my late partner, just a little corner of my heart.'
For those who have not experienced loss, it is hard to imagine the unbearable pain that people go through when their partner
In a world filled with wilful ignorance, unfettered greed and social injustice, it is difficult to believe that anyone could