Finding my voice as a mother living with birth trauma and chronic invisible illnesses – and helping you find yours Opening up about anything remotely “taboo” is automatically “oversharing”, right? At least that’s what society has conditioned us to believe – as with anything, boundaries and professional help absolutely have their place here. There’s been…
The best and worst bits of being a mother are one and the same for me. It’s having the ultimate responsibility: nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to, no calling in sick, no emigrating, no emptying the bank account and doing a runner, no not-tonight-dear-i’ve-got-a-headache, no scrapping what you’ve done and starting again from scratch,…
‘When you’re 30, shall we make a little one of us,’ my boyfriend drunkenly whispered. ‘Are you mental?’ I replied. Turning 31 four days ago, feeling more tired than I did at 30, but less tired than I did last week – hurrah, I reflect upon the 7 week old little one of us. I’m…
