On turning 40…

Tomorrow is the first day of my 40th year. It still feels odd to say that, because in my mind, when I think of ‘being 40’ I still have the picture I had as a 20-year-old, 40 seems a million miles away from the person I feel. Many people start re-evaluating their lives when they…

Why I’m giving up being bipolar this new year

Many people have made New Year’s resolutions recently, pledging to give up something that is bad for them, in order to make the first tentative steps towards a healthier future. I too, will be giving up something that is bad for me this new year, something that has had a hold on me for far…

The salt is rising…

It is Christmas Eve, and my daughter is spending it with her dad this year, so I find myself alone on the eve of the big day. I have put away our Christmas elf, Felicia, whose antics my daughter delights in for 24 days every December. And I have written her a goodbye note from…

A letter for my daughter…

Tonight we were meant to go to the panto. I have never been to the panto before, not even as a child. And neither have you, as you’ve never really been old enough before. It’s been a hard few days, mummy’s been ill again, but today I woke up, for your last day at school…

A postcard from the edge…

Life is hard when you’re a single mum. You have to be so many people all in one body. Sometimes I succeed at this very well, others not so much. I work. A lot. I study. And I try my best to give my daughter the sort of childhood I never had. One where she…

Stigma is the real sickness when it comes to mental health

A couple of days ago I posted a piece about parenting and attachment. As it turns out it has been my most-shared piece to date – which is encouraging to know that people actually care about such things. But it was also pretty contentious with certain individuals, prompting a very vitriolic reaction from one in…

They f*ck you up, your mum and dad…

My girl turns six in a few weeks, which has got me to thinking about parenting and about what we do for our children. Which in turn has got me thinking about my own parents. My ex-husband and I split before our daughter was even two, which was tough going for everyone, but the thing…