Mummy needs Prozac 

If I told you I was having a bad day, and Option A (left) was how I was coping. You’d applaud me. It would be funny, it would be considered normal. “Mummy needs wine”… they make memes about it. I am encouraged. Never mind I use it to cope, never mind that I felt sad…

Going out with kids 

I was brave enough to venture out to meet a friend and her husband at a rib and burger place last week.  I don’t like to go anywhere as a single parent where there is food and people with my children, because it usually leads to an anxiety disaster.  Rest assured folks, this afternoon delivered. …

Death by smell 

It was that time of the day, the sun was showing its face where it wasn’t early morning anymore. The aroma begin to fill my nostrils of a stench I had known before. The stench of fear and death.  I knew what I had to do, and so did he. I wiped the sweat from…

Temper tantrums 

Last night I went to exchange something from Kmart. (The most magical place in the world)  It was a blissful experience because I was kid free, which meant I could look at every little thing in detail. There’s no place I’d rather be doing that than Kmart. Anyway. Maybe I’m a little crazy these days…

Like never before 

Before I became a parent, I thought I was a perfect one. I thought motherhood would be a walk in the park. I had planned my ways of doing things; routine, sleep, how I would feed. I couldn’t understand why people would need a break. I was told I would eat my words, that I…

A letter to our younger selves.  

A letter to my teenage self. Yesssss here’s another cliche letter that yet another blogger has written, but seriously, if I could have a conversation with my 16 year old, or 14 year old self, this is how it would go, Dear Younger Me,  First things first… Stop over plucking your eyebrows. It’s one of…

Proving people wrong 

In grade 1 I got kicked out of music class playing musical chairs, so I started my own. The teacher told me off and slapped my hand and told me to sit down.  When I was in grade 3, my teacher made fun of me for always having my mouth open. He told me I…

Love makes you fat 

No, this isn’t a before and after shot of weightloss. But it is a victory story.  I write this from my heart. It hurts.  On the left – This was my body before kids. No stretch marks or scars from belly button piercings. A belly button that was high. A flat stomach. I was always…

Babies & Toddlers 

For the future mum’s of a baby and a toddler.  I applaud you.  You are about to welcome into your life two tiny lives at two different milestones. Two tiny lives at different stages of their lives. Each demanding and exciting and hard all at once.  You’ll soon know what it’s like to feed your…

Love me, even when I am unloveable 

Today I learned there are 450 million people in the world like me. 350 million people who have felt depression, anxiety, who are schizophrenic, bipolar.  I know it’s easy to pretend it doesn’t exist or talk about our feelings. Easy to sweep it under the rug and pretend it doesn’t exist. But it does. There are…

No wonder why we are depressed. 

It’s a funny little thing, Postnatal Depression. It’s funny because if you aren’t in a state of awe of this new life and opportunity that has been thrusted upon you, you aren’t coping. Because I mean what isn’t there to be happy about? Like when you’re stuck in the newborn phase of feeling you’ve been…

I owe a lot to these little pills.  On a night where I’m left alone with two kids, I don’t feel doomed. I feel calm and nonchalant.  When I didn’t have these little pills, my heart would beat out of my chest. My palms would be sweaty. I would feel angry, anxious and frustrated.  When…