I am afraid of going for walks in the countryside on my own. Does that sound strange? Here’s the thing: I like the idea of walks in the countryside, very much. In fact, I imagined I would do a lot of this on maternity leave. Me, baby, sling, trees. Muddy boots. Breastfeeding in a glade.… Continue reading Facing a fear
Due to my anxiety, I spend a lot of time focusing on worst-case-scenarios. You know: cancer, car accidents. Death and disaster. What if this happens? What if that happens? How will I protect myself / my loved ones? I’m constantly engaging in theoretical crisis management. It’s exhausting. And it makes me come off like a… Continue reading Rose-tinted glasses
I had a sort of panic attack while on the phone yesterday, while Squidge was in the room. I just lost my head for a moment, and ended up crying, while on the phone to a large organisation. I won’t go into the details because there is no need to here, but basically I wanted… Continue reading Resolutions
It’s been a while since I touched base here. I’ve been busy, yep – the freelance work has been flooding in over the summer, and it’s all I’ve been able to do to keep on top of my deadlines. And every time I sat down to blog, I kept thinking, ‘No, I’m too tired; the… Continue reading I’m getting organised, mofos
Small, sharp stuff is a recurring theme in my worries about Squidge. Especially small, sharp, swallowable stuff. Which is why I am currently kicking myself a million times over for failing to foresee this one coming. When we bought our house three years ago, there was a broken double glazing pane in the window of what would become… Continue reading Baby anxiety diaries: If only glass were magnetic!
I have thought really, really hard about the food that I give Squidge. My mum died of cancer, and in the last couple of years of her life she did a LOT of research into the harm we cause ourselves inadvertently through the food we consume. Some of the articles she read were maybe a bit hokey,… Continue reading Baby anxiety diaries: rice cakes
So, I have anxiety. I’ve anxious phases on and off since I was ten years old. Most of the time, the anxiety simmers away in the background for me, but when I’m tired or stressed, the worry pan tends to boil over and make a hot mess of things. Now, obviously, what with the baby teething… Continue reading The baby anxiety diaries