I was recently asked by TwoHandsStrong to create an artwork for a blog post she had written. The post is called I am a good mother and it’s about her experience of a psychotic episode after the birth of her son. It was a huge honor to be asked to create an artwork for someone’s… Continue reading My first ‘commission’
When times are tough, we sometimes forget what good we have around us. In the blackness of depression it’s easy to be blind to how much there is for us to be grateful for. I’ve started a nightime ritual with my son to remind us each day that we have so much to be thankful… Continue reading A grateful end to the day
I found seeing my son very sick for the first time was a huge emotional struggle for me. With the additional sleep deprivation, from being up all night, it culminated into an emotional breakdown. It happened a few weeks before I was diagnosed with PND. I don’t think that was a coincidence. It’s heartbreaking to… Continue reading Seeing your baby sick for the first time
A technique I learnt early on, to help manage my depressing thoughts, was to simply – talk to my baby. Sounds too easy and like common sense but for me, someone of little words, it was something quite new. However, I found that by talking through my day, I would concentrate on the here and… Continue reading Baby talk
Phah! What joker came up with that line? Sleep is something I knew I’d get less of when I had a baby. The thing I didn’t know was how much sleep deprivation would mentally and physically effect me. I have always been a person that needs a lot of sleep. Pre-baby I used to always get at least… Continue reading I slept like a baby…
…how important “me time” is. Your baby’s wellbeing is directly linked to yours. So, taking care of yourself is not selfish but actually the opposite. I believe by nurishing yourself your baby will have a more positive experience of life and you will be better equipped to handle the crazy times that comes with a… Continue reading I wish someone had told me…
…it’s been a whirlwind. I remember getting a congratulations card from my cousin after the birth of my son, with the words “welcome to the roller-coaster of being a mum”. This was the first time I was given a hint that things might be a bit bumpy. I wasn’t one of those women told horror… Continue reading My journey into motherhood…
PND Recovery 