I dropped the boy at preschool this morning and did my usual anxious thing of standing as far as possible from the other parents and trying to avoid eye contact with anyone at all. It’s a huge trigger for me, and I’m really trying to deal with it. Continue reading “A harmless conversation outside preschool”
I’ve posted loads over the last however many months about my mental health; I apologise as some of it is a little mashed up but that’s just the way mental illness is.
My GP has been treating me for depression for years and now I have been referred to a secondary service(again) I’ve received a diagnosis of sorts. Continue reading “My mental health – I’ve reached a crossroads”
I’ve never written my birth story. A few people have told me it’s strange that I haven’t when I have written so openly and honestly about everything else.
I’ve tried so many times; and I end up so traumatised and upset that I can’t continue. Continue reading “I love you, even when it rains”
I don’t talk about anxiety very much; for me it’s like depression’s overshadowed younger sibling and it seems to get forgotten. But it’s very much there and very much something I struggle to overcome every day. Continue reading “In your face, anxiety – a trip to London (& an awesome reward)”
I’ve read some amazing and brave stories today, and I wish I could share them all, I’ve been so inspired by others.
I talk openly about my depression and anxiety and always will; it is a part of me and if I can help one person to seek help or feel better, then I will carry on doing what I’m doing.
I’ve been on both sides – I’ve been a friend, partner and family member to people suffering from mental illness as well as suffering myself and it is equally as hard sometimes to be on the other side.
There is nothing worse than seeing a loved one suffering and not being able to help – you feel powerless and sometimes like you are not needed.
It can hurt to be rejected, shouted at, and ignored, and it can be confusing when you’ve done nothing wrong.
But you really are needed – the smallest of things can help someone in an hour of need – sharing a joke, making a cup of tea, anything at all can make a different without you even knowing.
Mental illness is invisible and you may have no idea that the cheerful lady you see at the bus stop every day is struggling and considering suicide.
I’ve been brought up to live by the motto “treat others as you wish to be treated yourself” and I’m a firm believer in it.
What if that lovely lady at the bus stop is considering suicide? A smile and a greeting, corny joke, or just an acknowledgement from you may be enough to get her through.
So this World Mental Health Day, I just want to say this – be kind to yourself and others. Be mindful of your own mental health and that of people around you, friends, family and strangers.
Smile, laugh, talk, listen – and know that you can make a difference.
Stay positive. This too shall pass.
I’ve had the idea for Mental Health Parentals in the pipeline for as long as my blog has been live as it is something I’ve craved for and I truly believe could be helpful.
There are tonnes of online forums, groups on Facebook and so on across the internet and social media where you can speak to fellow sufferers and while they are amazing, I’ve found them not suitable for me. Continue reading “Mental Health Parentals – a new community”