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Little Mental
This sad girl lives in me and I don’t think she’s ever leaving…
{Source} At my very worst, I would wish to fall. Walking down the stairs at work, I thought maybe if I just missed a step, tumbled to the bottom, I could rest a while. I was 24 years old and I was exhausted. I thought having an accident, perhaps breaking my leg, would […]
On sadness and self-preservation
{Source} I’ve never been trolled. I suspect this is largely to do with the fact that I have no real profile. I am just a teeny, tiny fish in this deepest of internet oceans. In addition to that, I generally avoid controversy. I think I write honestly and without a filter but I am […]
On the wagon – why I quit drinking
I am the social drinker. In a family with addiction tendencies, I am the two-pot screamer, the lightweight, the one who hesitates before taking a second paracetamol. My mother stopped drinking when I was 3. She went on to become a drug and alcohol counsellor. She is well versed in the disease of addiction. The […]
Treading softly with my sadness
[Photo source] It was a bad weekend. So when the alarm sounded at 5:30am this morning, my instinct was to roll over and go back to the relative safety of sleep. But the inner dialogue had already begun. Get up, Angie. Go to the gym. You will feel better once it is done. You will […]
Mumma – the best worst word of all
I don't remember the actual moment I first heard the word but I know it thrilled me to the core. Mumma. When my first baby said it. And then the next baby. And the next. Thrilled anew each time. It sounded like music for the longest time. Still sounds like music. A single word […]
I think depression is getting me down
Motherhood and depression do not go well together. Well, obviously. Depression doesn’t go well with anything – except maybe a songwriter penning an emo ballad. But the reason I’m thinking of specifically is how confusing it can be to determine what is genuine depression and what are the normal frustrations that all mums deal […]
Hope Springs
On the precipice of sleep, she lay in my arms. Her eyelashes fluttered. So, so close. I was not in the moment. I was waiting to extricate myself from the moment. Because always, there is something else that needs doing. I could hear it escalating in the lounge room. A disagreement, a fight. Someone took […]
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