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…