I’m no stranger to this place, but things are different this time. I’ve been sectioned and detained in a mother and baby psychiatric ward for almost 4 months. I wanted to talk about it to give others insight and I’ll be as open and as honest as I can. I was admitted to hospital because… Continue reading Life in the MBU (mother and baby unit) during a pandemic
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.
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