“Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in.Sometimes I feel like giving upBut I just can’t.It isn’t in my blood.” Shawn Mendes “Laying on the bathroom floor, feeling nothing.I’m overwhelmed and insecure, give me something,I could take to ease
My daughter was stood right next to me, her cheeks rosey from the cold wind blowing across the pond. Her tiny hands clutch tightly small pieces of bread, ready to throw to the very eagerly awaiting ducks, she’s happy, her
It’s hard to talk about birth trauma, but even harder to talk about suicide. Yet I know from the women that contact me and my own experience that dealing day in, and day out, with the impact of a traumatic
I sat in the chair feeling numb, was I really in denial? I didn’t think I was, but then I wasn’t the expert. The Community psychiatric nurse (CPN) in front of me wore an expression mixed with pity and frustration.
I feel worried. Worried, because there seems to be somewhat of a perinatal bandwagon lately. Where ever you look, there are articles, stories being shared and people discussing perinatal mental health, its loud, in your face, singing and dancing. This
I read the article, tears stinging my eyes. I blink them away and try to let my logical mind silence the thunderous beating in my chest. I look at my daughters, the are smiling sharing joke, laughing and I wonder.