This time last year, I wasn’t in a good place. Most days I felt lost and out of touch with the things I enjoy. My husband and little boy did their best to keep a smile on my face but 5 out of 7 days, I cried at least once. Some days I didn’t want to shower, get out of bed, or talk to anyone.
The agitation and sadness was eating me up. But during this time, I was getting used to attending therapy for the first time. Making the decision to attend therapy is a big step, no matter what you’re going through. And sometimes, it takes that one person, outside from your family or friends circle, to do nothing other than listen.
Outlook on therapy
After 9 months, I received my diagnosis of anxiety and depression with PTSD along the way. Neither were easy to hear as the terms can be used so loosely nowadays.
If I needed to attend therapy again I would within a heartbeat. I know that I’m stronger than I was last year but I can’t deny the fact, I still struggle.
One thing I’m telling myself is that, I’m living the life I always dreamt of. I’m a mum, a wife, a friend, a marketing exec etc.
Looking forward
I married my best friend a couple of months ago and my little boy will be two in a couple of months.
I’m choosing to surround myself with people who make my life more positive. There’s nothing better than seeing friends and family support you, especially when they know you’ve gone through a rough time.
Every single moment spent with my little family is precious, even in between all the tantrums and disagreements. The giggles and endless amount of cuddles are everything. I’m here for it all – the ups, downs, and everything in between.
I’ve always been grateful for what and who I have. And the older I get, I realise it doesn’t need to be a lot – of people or things.
When a down day comes, even if I’ve spent time in bed or been distant, Danny and Freddy know I’m there and I just need some time.
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