More openness and honesty from my brave and beautiful daughter
Yesterday was World Mental Health day and it got me thinking. There is still part of my story I have yet to share.
When I started this blog I hadn’t addressed it. I hadn’t realised I had it, and it hadn’t peaked. Over a year later I can see things a little clearer.
I think in light of yesterday, it’s time for me to talk openly about this aspect of me. So I will try.
I guess as I got older I became a bit of a worrier. Not in a debilitating type of way, but would get extremely nervous about things that many seemed to just take in their stride.
Then I had Maisy and suddenly I worried about everything. If she was poorly, I was worried about missing something. I worried she would choke on her food so cut things up really small or didn’t allow…
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