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
Life’s never easy, it never is and time seems to be passing by so quickly. I started this blog when I had two children, I now have 5 – (5,4,3,2 5 month old!) I have decided to start writing again; I need to vent how I am feeling and put it all into words, I… Continue reading Updated.
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.
As if it wasnt bad enough your daughter was going through all she was I travelled up to London with my mum and stepdad to see Ava, the first time they had seen her outside of intensive care. That morning I had phoned to check up before I set off on the trains, a nurse… Continue reading Brush With Death