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 day before I was due

Being Able To Admit That Something Is Wrong

When I think about it, I think I knew something was wrong months ago. It was only earlier on this evening, after a row about something stupid and me crying pretty hysterically, did I admit to my husband that I think I’ve got postnatal depression (PND). I don’t think it though. Really, I’ve known for months but haven’t wanted to really admit it to myself or anyone else. It’s not just one thing that has got me here either, it’s really quite a lot of different things. I sort of feel like a bit of a broken record here but I