instagramfacebookpinterestWhen I was depressed the last thing, and I mean the last fucking thing I wanted to do was to reach out and talk about it or ask for help. Do you want to know why? Do you want to know what was going on in my head? 😢 I didn’t know how to...
Do you ever feel like you are constantly searching for more? But you don’t know why? Why you cant just be content? That you can’t find a balance? What the f*ck is balance anyway? I have just been really lost and I just can’t seem to find anything that satisfy’s me… What is wrong with me??? I am bloody determined to find out this bloody block!!! Watch out… this crazy, overthinking, chick (that’s me) is going to crush this god damn anxiety and kick down the block with force!!!!
I was resenting the things that he was able to do around me, that I wasnt able to do. And its not his fault. Its no-ones fault. Its just apart of the process. I don’t think I would call it jealousy. Or maybe it was.
Depression forced me to learn more about myself. It forced me to OWN my shit. Own who I am. But more importantly, it enabled me to make a choice on what I wanted to change and what I didn’t want to change.
I share with you an entertaining, and maybe relatable, comparison between what I think the mum/dad stigma is, and my personal reality. Well, the shit that goes on in my head. Now this isn’t about being right or wrong, and I’m not being a negative Nelly. It is just the real, raw, honest truth that is swirling around in my VERY active, sleep deprived, exhausted, milking station mind.
If your about to embark on the first-time mum journey, or, you are a first-time mum, or you have been in the mum game for a while now, this post will either scare you, resonate with you, or entertain you. Within this post I share some of the real and raw stuff that went on in my head. The shit that people don’t usually tell you when you’re about to become a first-time mum.