Mental Health

Motherhood and my identity.

In a lot of ways I was very lucky after having Grayson, I had a wonderful husband and support system. After we started combination feeding, breastfeeding was a lot easier (we still had blips obviously) and in general things were too bad. One issue I had quite early on was …

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Why it’s OK to not be OK.

This is a very impromptu post, and I’ll be posting it straight after writing it (scandalous I know) so it won’t be checked, checked and checked again like we do with all our other posts. So apologies for any mistakes. But right now, at this very moment, I’m not okay. …

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My life with Dermatillomania

TW: skin picking and mental health. So, this isn’t actually the first post I’ve written about Dermatillomania. I wrote a post years ago on my old blog about Dermatillomania and my life with it, but now as I’m older and my relationship with it has developed, I thought I should …

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Why you shouldn’t ask someone if they’re planning on having anymore kids, or kids in general.

“Any plans on having anymore kids?” “Oh wouldn’t Grayson be a wonderful big brother” “You’re married now, shouldn’t you think about having kids?” “You won’t be young forever, now’s the best time” I’ve had some of the these comments (as well as others) and heard a number of people receive …

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A letter to 14 year old me.

Ashleigh, This letter is coming to you from someone a whole 10 years older. Which is insane to think I was 14 that long ago. By 24 you will have gotten married and had a child, which isn’t far behind what you’d hoped would happen. Life has definitely had some …

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Having an estranged parent.

I’d never considered the fact that I was ‘estranged’ from one of my parents. I knew that we were no longer on speaking terms, and that I didn’t consider them a parent anymore. It wasn’t until I read this post that I went, “holy shit I’m estranged from one of …

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