Crazy little thing called Motherhood

I’m not far from wrong, though am I? Sure, we have all sat slumped against the bathroom door, slightly hysterical wondering if anyone was coming to save you? If the little fingers under the door frame would stop clawing to get to you because personal space is refrained from in under-3’s. Do you know what the best thing is about this part? That it’s okay. YES. I said it. It is ABSOLUTELY okay. You can full on meltdown, I don’t condemn it. Done in a structured, snotty, weird shakey way is acceptable too. The only thing is, we explain it to our children. We let them know that sometimes we need to just have our ‘tantrum’ too. Okay, controversial. ‘Tantrum’ – what a label right? What we have been faced with is that actually a tantrum is linked to anger, behavioural issues, being naughty. In fact, its usually from a place of fear, being scared of the unknown, not feeling secure or comfortable, feeling overwhelmed. Does it sound familiar? I bet it does. So back to the bathroom floor. We have all had our equivalent of it. This is where I step in. Yes, I have had my fair share of Oreo’s dunked in my red wine whilst hiding in the bathroom. Foot firmly pressed against the door because mine doesn’t lock. We have all felt that complete uncertainty whether we will ever breathe again. Will we actually come up for air? The answer is yes. And more so, with my help, the answer is ABSOLUTELY. I have spent the last extremely busy years of my life raising a 9 and 3-year-old as single Mum. I never set out to do that, but boy if I was going to experience anxiety, it was going to be through the trial and tribulations of Motherhood that would do so. I am human, I am a Mum, I have experience and lived. I have been traumatised, diagnosed, broken, and built back up again. So firstly, I arrive at your door with a wealth of experience. Secondly, I have dedicated my professional life in the last few years to exploring the world of motherhood and mental health, alongside this I have worked in clinical settings, residential settings, hospitals, communities, you name it, I have been there. So thirdly, I have opened my mind and heart to the complexity of mental health and mental illness from postnatal depression to schizophrenia, to psychosis and drug and alcohol abuse, I have seen an incredible array of factors play into the world of a person’s psyche and how it so unfortunately and sadly impacts them and their loved ones. My passion arrived in the footsteps of a Mother. One who has been diagnosed with postnatal depression and generalised anxiety disorder through PTSD from grief of losing her Mother. Yeah, that’s me, but I pushed myself to the limits and beyond and I had to really work at being well and staying well and it does take effort, I allow my bad days and my good but I promise you my wealth of knowledge, working with others, supporting others through and my peer support work have led me here today. I am so proud of that. I am the Mindful Mummy. I am mindful of who I am, my worth, my passion to empower and support others, I am mindful of the unconditional love I have for those who just need that push, who just need to know someone is there for them. That is me. I am mindful of everything I have accomplished, the good and the bad. I am mindful that I have the best tools and techniques that I haven’t only personally used but have seen work with others and I can not wait to share them with you. So, Mama, if you haven’t already, subscribe to my email. Let us become pen pals. Let us connect. And lastly, the kettle is always on, the door is always open, and I am always ready and willing to help you take control and find yourself back to where you need to be.

You see the light at the end of the tunnel, imagine I am the one with the flashlight. And when you get to the end, I will hand you the flashlight and you will light up your own way. R x