Like I have said in previous posts my views are my views. No one else has told me this, or made me think this way.
I also am not telling people this is how it is or isn’t. I am just telling you my story, my problems and my life. Nothing more nothing less.
I am not a doctor, I am just honest with how I want to tell you things. If I lied what would be the point to my blog? This is somewhere I share my feelings. I’m not interested anymore in the views, the likes or comments. I am purely writing this at the moment to get things out of my head. It is getting crowded in there and I am struggling to deal with daily, day-to-day tasks.
As you already know speaking therapy didn’t work for me. Going back with the NHS to find out if there is anything else I can do to help figure out my problems and how to deal with them.
I found there was a few pros and cons of speaking therapy.
These posts have kind of got lost and I was unsure whether to post about them.
Speaking therapy was a big fat fail for me! I wasn’t benefiting from it.
First session went well, I thought I would go into my second sessions and she would guide me, some how help me manage and control my emotions. WRONG.
My first therapy session was mainly about my counsellor getting to know me, understanding my problems and making sure she knows what is going on before she can progress with helping me.
The lady I met was lovely! I feel really comfortable talking to her and I’m glad that I have been transferred to her. I was supposed to be seeing a male counsellor but due to him leaving I was transferred.
Maternity pay isn’t the best and I am not complaining either before anyone starts! Money is tight though, it can be tricky to balance money for bills, food, necessities and then any left over cash. Spare cash at the moment is very limited.
Which one are you? Before you answer that, does it matter?
Too much drama online, at mother and baby groups, breast is best?
A whole year.
A whole year has passed. A whole year has gone. A whole load of memories without you in them.
It has been a whole year without you.
I don’t think therapy works for everyone. I am starting to wonder, will it work for me?
When I was younger I had a terrible attitude, like many teenagers growing up and going through the all important puberty stage. I would treat my parents horrendously, pick on my younger brother, be rude to guests that would visit my mum and dad. The list could go on and on of the things I would do.
First night alone as a mother was a mix of emotions. So strong that I will never forget that night.
It was Christmas day, Mike and my parents had just left. I was now alone on a ward with 2 other woman who had their curtains shut. I was now by myself, with a new-born baby!
You can make and enjoy syn free KFC chicken? You must be kidding!?
Well no I am not! I first heard about this at group when I went in 2015. I f*cking love KFC, the gravy, greasy chicken and the burgers…ahh stop! KFC is just so wrong that it makes a perfect right.