I’ve spoken honestly and openly about my struggles with mental health. Neither my depression nor my anxiety are severe, but they have been ‘bad’ enough to severely impact on my life at certain points. It’s hard to know why I feel the pressure of life so keenly – I’m highly competitive, ambitious and was encouraged to be a high-achiever my whole life (second was first loser in my childhood home) – but most days I get to the end feeling like I’ve fallen short. Continue reading
Thanks to my eldest daughter, I’ve become very acquainted with The Greatest Showman. It’s a great film – it shits all over Frozen – but after 1,438 times of seeing it, it could be declared the best film of all time in any universe by the film gods and you’d still spoon your eyeballs out to stop yourself having to sit through it one more time. The fact that my daughter has ruined it for me aside, it did make me realise one important thing. Continue reading
Anyone else struggling with the childcare/work juggle? Anyone? Anyone? Of course you are. Whether you run a corporation, a blog, a small business or a household, getting time to yourself to manage the admin is not easy. Building a business from your kitchen table sounds idyllic but in reality, by the time you’ve cleared away the breakfast plates, scraped the Weetabix of the table with a pneumatic drill and tried to create a space conducive to getting shit done…you’re exhausted. Continue reading
Recently, Instagram has felt less like ‘the kind platform’ and more like ‘the hunger games platform’. Here’s a list of accounts that should warm the social cockles of even the angriest of ‘grammers. Enjoy. Continue reading
It’s been a rough couple of weeks but as I promised, I am using that experience to really think about how I can be more socially conscious and how I can help. I’ve got a platform, it’s not a massive one but it’s there and it has the power to do some good. I know there’s a lot of debate around the role of ‘influencers’ and the service they offer brands and their followers and this is not a blog that’s about to unpick THAT particular bees nest but I think there’s a fairly easy way for influencers to do some good.
Recently, in the New York Times, Diksha Basu, commented that motherhood was in need of a rebrand saying that the trend, led by social media, was to sell motherhood to the masses as the ultimate sacrifice. “It’s no wonder that most of my friends have chosen not to have children and women are embracing the term “child-free” as if they are free of an illness,” Basu writes. “We already don’t get paid maternity leave, and child care and health care are expensive, there’s little state help, and now we’re telling each other that motherhood is pretty awful anyway?” Continue reading
What’s that overused, cliched saying? Sorry seems to be the hardest word? Well, the thing about cliches, is that they happen to be true. A couple of weeks ago, I posted THAT image on my squares equating camping to homelessness and, here I am to say, publicly and permanently, what a dick move that was on my part. Continue reading
As much as I try not to think about it and as much as I try to dismiss it, I have to face up to a cold, hard truth. My post-natal depression following the birth of my eldest has affected my relationship with her and, almost five years on, it still does. Just writing that makes me want to weep but it’s true.
If there’s one thing I know about depression, I know that it’s different for everyone. Those who suffer can certainly empathise and many of them will share symptoms but we all deal with depression differently and we respond differently to treatments. My depression is all my own, so what follows here is simply an account of my experience. I hope that in writing about it, it helps other people feel less ashamed, or less alone with their experiences. Continue reading
Let’s be honest, kids are enough hard work when they are healthy, happy and not destroying your house from the inside out. When they’re sick, it’s even worse. Your life descends into the twilight zone – day and night are no longer defined by the rising and setting sun but instead by those snatches of sleep you grab somewhere between giving them medicine and them vomiting from fever. Your darkened days are luminated only by the painful tones of the Teletubbies at 4am while your kid is covered in snot and literally, days can pass before you realise you haven’t showered or brushed your teeth.