So I have numerous blog posts about post-natal anxiety which I hope have been of use to some. I had the urge to talk about it last week so I filmed me talking about it. It’s not a light and bright vlog but it is from the heart and I hope it can help. There is something more personal about talking about this subject rather than writing it. I will warn you, I hadn’t done my hair, my make up had worn off and I ramble a bit but I said what I felt I wanted to say. I hope… View Post

The dictionary definition of anxiety is: distress or uneasiness of mind caused by fear of danger or misfortune. As I have said in previous posts one of the main reasons that anxiety took over me after I had Little Man was because I had a lot of time on my own or in the house just with Little Man. I am a worrier by nature but with a lot of time to think, the general worrying tendencies turned into full on anxiety about everything and everything. When I started blogging the only link I made with my anxiety was making… View Post

Friday wasn’t a very good day. I had an anxiety attack in the middle of Thursday night. I don’t remember the last time I had one of them. As a result of it I didn’t feel very well on Friday morning and couldn’t go into work. G was home so was able to do nursery runs as usual for the morning and take on Little Man duties for the rest of the day. So I spent the majority of the day in bed feeling poorly and sorry for myself. As I have said in previous posts I almost feel anxiety… View Post

So, the day I am writing this I am having a bad day. I was sat happily playing with Little Man and my anxiety hit me like a bus. I don’t often feel like this any more; most of the time if I do, it is under control within minutes but today has been a rubbish day. There is no particular reason it is here, in fact considering the week I am about to have I have less to trigger off my anxiety than normal but here it is anyway. Can’t say I am pleased to be reunited with it!… View Post

We need to talk. This relationship thing we have going on, it’s not really working for me. I want to break up. It’s not me, it’s you. You’re a control freak, you completely took over my life, you took from me the first year of being a Mum. You affected me like nothing ever has – that’s not a compliment by the way. You were always there niggling away at me; I need space. You came into my life just after my little boy had been born, you made me scared to be a Mum and doubt my ability to do… View Post