Wow, this last week or two has been a rollercoaster of emotions. Mostly downs. Very long way downs. With a few high-anxiety moments.
I won’t go into a blathering ramble about it all, cos I’d really like to focus on one aspect; quite possibly the one that has caused the most anxiety-provoking moments, and deeply furstrating and sad points as well.
One that has the potential to harm, seriously wound and damage almost irreparably/
It has the potential to KILL.
Yes, as in to put an end to life kind of kill. Whether maliciously and deliberately, or ignorantly and accidentally. Or anywhere in between.
First up, it was my being advised that a well known organisation who support sufferers of postnatal depression (and, I might add, a brillian organisation) have not just considered, but have told others, that I “focus on the negative aspects of PND”
I’m sure there’s no need to explain how damaging that can be for my business. Especially as this particular organisation were well advised of my intentions with Real Mums / Bad Mother’s Club and what they stood for. Mostly because I was in close contact with, and good friends of a member of the organisation. She knew just about everything.
Mostly, it killed just a little piece of me. That someone could say something so maliciously, knowing exactly what I’d been through and what my intentios were. You can’t help