Mental Health a visual analogy

Today I came across this visual analogy on Facebook.

It explains how Depression is like hoarding, our head is our home.

See, and it's so true.

Some people have a neat organised mind/house, some people, like me, are more eclectic in our storage.

Multiple events happening can often topple my organised chaos over.

I have debt, that I bury my head in the sand about (I know I need to sort it) but that hole in the sand is comforting...

Recently I have asked for HELP.

My facade has fallen and the cracks now show to the outside!

The pills I take no longer work on their own. I knew this time would come.

I'm still struggling, but not so much on my own.

Though sometimes I need just me space, people find that difficult to understand. They worry (which is fair) I have thought bad thoughts (self harm, worthlessness and self-hate). I'm pragmatic enough to not do anything.

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Home, a patchwork of things..

Patchwork In the last 11 years, I have moved house numerous times. 5 to be precise! I did love the whole thought of moving house, but now I am fed up with it. I helped my sister move 3 times and my mother move once, so in total that is 9 times (only in my eyes). My favourite place to live was the one and the only house in the last 11 years for me, it was a beautiful house on a busy street, but it was just down the road for my son's school (very handy). We had a cellar and a gorgeous long garden, all full of mature shrubs. (as well as the normal 3 bedrooms, kitchen etc). The one lovely thing I treated myself to and brought with me when I moved was a patchwork stained glass window for the front door. Now my door was a mid to dark green and had small viewing panel in it, this was just plain and fairly quite boring so I replaced it with this beauty... This was custom made and came all the way from America.

Loosening the apron strings....

Hi guys back again and so quickly. Doesn't time go fast, I have lived here in my new life now for coming up to 4 years. My children are growing up I have a teenager who is learning all about life and a little man who is learning (I hope) to be a good man. Today was the day I loosened the apron strings a wee bit. My little man had his first day where he walked (well rode his bike) too and from school on his own..... Scared you asked yes I was, but what is the life of a parent, but to teach there children how to grow up into an independent and good (if that is the right word) adult/human being. Of course SAFELY too. I'm sure there will be times when I still go with him as I cling onto his childhood and the playground friends I have made. But primarily he is growing up. I am lucky in the fact that our school is very very close and there is only 1 road (which is not a main road) for him to cross. So just a short one tonight guys. Good night to you all x

Made me smile

This morning I and laughed and smiled at something I noticed my young son does, he loves to draw and write. Pretty normal you think? Yes .... but he does it everywhere. The other day we were travelling in the car, so he went in my bag and got some paper out. It wasn't until later I found out he had my diary. !! OH NO ...but no this was O.k. On some of the pages he drew me little pictures in the spaces allocated to the days (ah) some people may think how annoying will stop me from using that space. But no not me I will work around it, because every time I look at the page for that week I will smile and remember him and how sweet it is... Then I noticed in December (not quite the Christmas week) He has written he a little story about him self and our family.. Sweet or Annoying? I know which .... because this is one of the most stressful weeks near Christmas, I know when I look in my Diary I can see this and SMILE ......

A day in the life......

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