One of the things I really struggle with during the school holidays is the distraction/diversion/obstruction to my work. See, I really, really LOVE what I do. Part of it, absolutely, is doing that thing I am so intensely passionate and compassionate about. That thing I have little to no control…
Tag: mental health for mums
On our last venture up the street (the one where got Santa photos, DVDs and very close to being beat to death with a roll of festive wrapping paper) I selected a DVD or two for my dear self. I had few hopes of being afforded the time to actually…
I just did something I haven’t done for quite some time. I showered. In peace. No one was home, I didn’t have to be anywhere, I hadn’t just been for a walk and was all sweaty and smelly. It was, perhaps, a little overdue. I could tell because my hair…
The infliction has filtered down to the littlest one. Which doesn’t surprise me really. I have yet to come across a child of any age, race, religion or otherwise who is not afflicted by the ability to forget to pass on notes from whatever place of education they frequent. Waking…
I often see Depression as being the younger sibling of Death. You know? The Grim Reaper, adorned in a tattered, deep black clock, clutching a scythe with his bony fingers. He quietly waits in the wings and silently, calmly, carefully takes you with him. Sometimes you go kicking and screaming…