Next year I’ll turn 30. As I enter the last year of my twenties, I find myself to be more reflective than usual, more inwards-looking and, honestly, more depressed. There’s something about 30 that just feels so much more momentous than any other age I’ve reached. No-one thus far has been any help in putting … More Am I a fuck-up at 30?
It’s hard to quantify emotional abuse to people who’ve never experienced it. The insidious, subtle way it washes over you rendering you dull and lifeless – the first sign is often “I used to be so fun, what’s happened to me?” If you’re asking yourself that question, and you genuinely have no idea how it … More Emotional Abuse – What Does It Look Like?
Sitting on the edge of the bed in a wet towel I screamed; “Just make it stop! Just make her stop crying!!!” I’d slept, I knew I had, but I was lifeless and empty. I had nothing left to give my non-stop screaming baby. At this point I knew something was really wrong with me. … More How my post-natal depression turned out to be anaemia