Tag: mental illness

Winning The Lottery

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I’ve been wondering about the lottery recently – wondering whether winning would make me any happier. My SO and I often talk about how we would spend it, how we would give a lot away to family, friends and charities, how we would be sensible with it (but perhaps not on the first few days).

Waking Up Feels Different

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I used to wake up with a routine that was ready to begin. I would go out for a run, earlier than I needed to just to make sure the streets were a little bit emptier. I would run in the dark winter mornings, those icy cold days that made my fingers feel like they …

An Origin Story

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I had a blonde crop of hair, chubby cheeks that made me look like my granddad, and a rosy complexion. I would sit at our kitchen breakfast bar in our first family home for hours, drawing and colouring in pictures of people I knew, characters I made up. I went through a phase of making …

The Guilt Of Unproductive Days

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Productivity is everywhere. Email and social media makes us so easy to reach, so readily available. We live in a society where emails are expected to be replied to within minutes or hours, depending if they know that you are online. It’s harder to get away from being available to everybody at any time, especially …

Fighting My Postpartum Depression

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By Unfiltered Mama The delivery of my daughter couldn’t have gone more smoothly. I expected unbearable pain and an overdose of stitches, but I took the lucky way out. I was only in labour for four hours and once she was ready to make her appearance, I was able to do so with only three pushes.