4 April 2026

This is the second of three blogs. The first blog looked at the growing concerns around how we can support women to have a less medicalised birth. To find out what really matters to women in birth and…

5 December 2020

I’m always deeply touched every time another woman* shares her story with me, often because the level of trust that this requires, but also that sharing what awful things a person has survived is diff…

8 November 2020

Can you hear the voices speak? Is it your ears that they do seek? Some a quiet, some are strong. Do you know to whom they belong? Voices that carry words of pain. Often quivering from the strain. Othe…

16 March 2020

I sat in the psychiatrist’s room, the light shining on my back, warming my tired bones. I had lost hope, hope that anyone could hear me, or know what was clawing at my soul. I finished my story, my ye…

26 February 2020

“Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in. Sometimes I feel like giving up. But I just can’t. It isn’t in my blood.” Shawn Mendes “Laying on the bathroom floor, feeling nothing. I’m overwhelmed and …

24 February 2020

My daughter was standing right next to me, her cheeks rosy 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 …

17 February 2020

It’s hard to talk about birth trauma, but even harder to talk about suicide. Yet I know from the women who contact me and my own experience that dealing day in, and day out, with the impact of a traum…

17 February 2020

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…

10 February 2020

I feel worried. Worried, because there seems to be somewhat of a perinatal bandwagon lately. Wherever you look, there are articles, stories being shared and people discussing perinatal mental health, …

3 February 2020

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, they are smiling sharing jokes, laughin…