The Surprise Of A Panic Attack

At the beginning of December I went on a weekend away to London with my Mum. It had been something that I’d planned months before and it was my Mum’s Christmas present. I had a hotel booked, theatre tickets and meals out as well as some exploring time. It was also the first weekend away I’d had without John or Erin for about 2 years so I was really looking forward to it. Unfortunately, right at this time Greater Anglia had some horrendous problems with the trains in our area. At about 6pm on the

How Having A Cat Is Helping My Mental Health

You might figure from the name of this website that we have a dog and not a cat. We did have a dog a few years ago and when we got Jackson I thought he was everything I’d ever wanted. To be completely honest, I think John and I both felt really stressed not long after we got him. Working and making sure he had the walks he needed etc. was a lot of hard work. We got Jackson as a puppy and figured we would have a good few years with him before having

Making Time For Friends

Post natal depression, or depression of any kind for that matter looks like something different to everyone. Something that I have really struggled with over the past couple of years is wanting to see anyone other than family. Depression, along with other various things like time and spare money has majorly affected how I have felt about having any kind of a social life. I think there has only been maybe a maximum of a dozen times over the last 3 years where I have been out and done something with friends. I just haven’t

Struggling With Solitude

I got my first job when I was 13. It was a paper round and it didn’t last very long but I soon got another job working in a cafe thanks to my Great Aunt. There haven’t been many times where I haven’t had a job between 13 and 33 and a lot of the times I have worked in customer service in some way. Jobs like that mean being around people all of the time and there’s generally always someone to talk to. I loved chatting to customers and I had some real favourites

Self-Care Is More Than Just A Bubble Bath

AD | Collaborative post.  It took me a long time to admit it but after Erin was boring I had post natal depression. I didn’t want to admit it for so long but sometimes, things build up and up until you blow and that’s exactly what happened with me. Since then, I am so much more mindful about taking time for myself, looking after me and listening to my body and what it needs. I used to think that self-care was taking a nice soak in the tub or an extra 30 minutes in bed