If you’ve followed my blog, my last post was about my time being detained and the final part of my so called “recovery”. I’m going to go back to this and explain what happened next. I was in the MBU and after an “incident” Beatrix was taken off of me and I was transferred to… Continue reading 2020 – F**ck you.
Do you know what. Fuck it. If I can get this out there to save someone, to break the stigma then I’m willing to bare my soul. I will sacrifice my privacy, my deepest most personal thoughts to try and save myself. Two months ago I reached a crisis point, I sat in my lounge… Continue reading Suicide.
In today’s society you see women and celebrities flaunting their washboard post baby figures just weeks after welcoming a new arrival. The reality is most of us don’t have the money nor time to invest into personal trainers, chefs, oh, and a nanny to look after the brood whilst you tend to your postpartum pouch!… Continue reading Postpartum
Every now and then I find myself looking through Ava’s memory box and I have a good cry. I always rummage through and reflect back on the moment in time she first wore her teeny tiny sleepsuit, she was 2 weeks old and she had worn nothing but a nappy since the day she was… Continue reading Memory Box
A letter to a former me If I could go back two years I wish I could give myself the pep talk I so desperately need right now. I would tell myself that it is all meant to be, that Your first born will be very sick but, it’s going to be okay. She will… Continue reading A Letter To The Former Me
You know, I’ve never been one to pass judgement or tell people how they should be, but maybe I should… And maybe I’ll be hated for it but I don’t care … This is a note to the parents I see every day on social media or in everyday life complaining that their child keeps… Continue reading To The Parents That Moan About “Normal” things…
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