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Parenting with Depression

I have a family history of depression. How do I equip my daughter with the skills she needs to protect herself, to cope if she begins to struggle?

IN TENNIS, LOVE MEANS NOTHING

I don’t love myself. I don’t even like myself very much. But I know that other people love me – my daughter, my mum, my dad, my sister, friends. Feeling worthy of this love, accepting that I’m worth loving is hard.

WHAT’S IN A WORD?

How you talk to yourself affects how you think about yourself and your ability to get the most out of life.

How does writing help me?

In rediscovering my love of reading I am beginning to see the benefits for my mental well being. Reading helps me sleep, relax and find a sense of calm. It's helping me find the words to articulate how I'm feeling. Writing is also helping me clarify my thoughts and feelings, see patterns in my behaviour, gain a different perspective. Writing, both mine and others, is helping me on my journey of recovery.

My Black Dog

Taking my recovery from depression seriously doesn't mean that I can't ever smile or laugh. Laughter isn’t the answer to all my problems but it can help increase my resilience. I need to work out what makes me smile, feel good. Taking time out to laugh, I can adjust my mood, make it easier to face my life, live with my black dog.

BREAKING THE CYCLE OF GUILT

I’ve decided to challenge myself to learn how to use my feelings of guilt to evaluate my behaviour and improve myself, to learn how to stop my guilt crippling my ability to move forward with my life productively.

A conversation with Depression- — Randoms by a Random

Depression knocked on my door, And I told it, Have a seat, It wasn’t even dawn, At least let me have a cup of coffee, In peace, at least- I said to my depression. Depression knocked on my door, And... Continue Reading →

WHY DID I STAY FOR SO LONG?

If things were so bad, if I was so unhappy, why did I stay with him for so long? How could I love a man who made me feel so bad?

LEARNING HOW TO SPEAK

At the age of 40 I’ve started talking therapy for the fourth time. This time, now that I feel my life has hit rock bottom, I feel I’m ready to be honest about what’s going on for me, to deal with the issues that have been causing me pain for as long as I can remember.

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