This isn’t the best weekend for me, my Int’l Man of Mystery is flying off on Saturday night to Tunisia to see a man about an oilrig. I wish he wasn’t.
The timing is shocking. It’s Mother’s Day tomorrow and our little twinnies turn five on Monday. I was an acting single mum on these days for the past two years… huge sighs…. I can feel that feeling-sorry-for-myself feeling creeping over me.
Quick! Better write a Grateful post and link it up to Maxabella Loves. And I’m putting this under the Recovery from PND category as I first learned the value of gratitude whilst doing a Tresilian PND course many years ago.
So I am going to take a deep breath and feel some real gratitude because:
- My husband will be very well looked after in Tunisia, so many in North Africa are in such grave danger
- My family has a warm, dry house (still grateful and have been for many years… it’s all that camping in the rain in Scotland as a child that makes this so special!)
- This single mum time is short, he will come back. (And he might sneak some of the excellent chocolates served in Emirates Business Class back for me)
- I am BLOODY grateful that I recovered from that bout of PND in 2000 and that I learned how better to manage my own mental health.
Today I went to the Gidget Foundation’s Mum Cha lunch in the city, 500 women all thinking about motherhood, anxiety and depression and our beautiful, gorgeous children. It was a big day, very emotional. I am so grateful that I was there.
Perinatal anxiety and depression is common, it’s life threatening… but it’s very, very treatable. Start talking. You won’t regret it.