Where To Begin…..

How do you begin a blog?? Do I introduce myself?

*Stands up, clears throat, gives a nervous little wave*

Hello, my name is Lisa, and I am a stay at home mum. I like chocolate, wine, Harry Potter and procrastinating (please do not ask me to say procrastinating, I can’t. Also, thank god for spell check). Oh, I also suffer from anxiety and, in the past, have suffered from depression.

The reason for writing this is to show the world (the small world of people that will read this) that having anxiety, depression, and mental health problems is nothing to be ashamed of. I will also discuss all things mum. And to have a little bit of fun too. Also, I’m doing this and ignoring the housework that is piling up around me. Sometimes it’s hard work being a procrastinator……

I’ll be discussing a bit of everything from different times of my life on this blog – Trying to conceive, pregnancy, childbirth, life with a newborn etc.

But first, let’s go back to…

When I Was First Diagnosed With Depression

It was August 2014, 3 months after getting married. I loved, loved, loved our wedding day; it was so special (like other people’s wedding days aren’t?? 🤣). But, I had been planning this day for about 2-3 years, and suddenly, that was it. We’d had our magical day, been on our brilliant honeymoon, and suddenly, I was back to reality with a horrible stinking bang.

I remember going to the doctor about something unrelated, and the next thing I know, I’m sobbing uncontrollably on the poor nurse! She booked me an emergency appointment with the GP, and from that moment, even though nothing had really changed, I felt like the whole world had changed.

Suddenly, I was carrying around this terrible little secret that I didn’t want to share with anyone. I was diagnosed with depression and put on antidepressants. And it truly was a sad, sad day as it was the same day that Robin Williams took his own life.

However, from here, things did not improve. I have always suffered from anxiety, but things just took a complete nosedive for some reason. If it wasn’t for my husband, I don’t know how I would have coped. So off I went to the doctors again, and I was put on new tablets. I also sought out help from a therapist.

Living With Depression

Living life with depression is hard. Even the most simple of tasks seem impossible. Getting up and going to work was challenging but manageable. I could (mostly) pretend that I was someone else at work.

But coming home, where I didn’t have to pretend anymore and I could wallow, is where I had the hardest, darkest moments. I would be too tired to do the housework, but then I would be fed up with the house being a mess (my husband did as much as he could, bless him). I thought that the house was a mess and believed that I needed to do a massive declutter to be happy, but then the thought of all that work was so overwhelming, and I just didn’t have the energy to do it.

Cooking dinner in the evening was a struggle. I wouldn’t have the energy to cook some nights, so my husband would have to cook, or we would get a takeaway. So then, not eating well causes weight gain etc…

Through all of this, my husband and I were trying for our first baby, and things were not going to plan. This definitely was not helping my low mood and anxiety. So, we decided to take a year out of TTC and put all of my focus on recovery.

The Road To Recovery?

And life did get better. Slowly, the black cloud that followed me everywhere was lifting, and I could keep my anxiety at bay. I was even well enough to come off of my tablets. Things were looking up.

Fast forward a few years, and things are going great regarding the depression and anxiety…until a few weeks after the birth of my son. The anxiety came back, and it came back with a vengeance.

But more on that another time. Stay tuned, readers; next post, we get very up close and personal talking about my TTC (trying to conceive) journey. Get ready for TMI. 😉

And please do remember, if you are suffering from depression, anxiety or any other mental illness, please ask for help. If you don’t feel comfortable speaking to a friend or family member, you can contact the Samaritans.

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