I am a mum. I have OCD. I want to live well. Follow me as I try.
I really wasn’t going to post about this. It feels embarrassing and quite scary. I don’t know if it’s something I should draw attention to, and if it’s a case of ‘too much information’. It isn’t something a lot of people talk about – I’ve certainly not really had a conversation about it openly, and... Continue Reading →
This is a bit of a weird post, I suppose. I ran it past my hubby initially, and he thought it was a bit long-winded to just talk about taking The Munchkin to his first swimming class. But I'm posting it because I think I would have liked to have heard someone's experiences of taking... Continue Reading →
Part of the appeal of the London Marathon was the ability to live it up in London after the race. And living it up for me is eating and drinking well. London did not disappoint! Please bear with me as this is somewhat of a lengthy post. But if you are looking for dining... Continue Reading →
When I left you, I had turned to face the second half of the London marathon course. The challenge had become darker, and I was feeling less sure of myself. I don’t think this is an uncommon reaction at this point of the marathon. Many people report feeling low after the jubilation of Tower Bridge... Continue Reading →
This is another post which has been a long time coming. Almost four months after I completed the London Marathon, I feel I may be able to write about it. It was an amazing, agonising, uplifting, and strangely addictive experience. And, quite possibly, completely indescribable. Hence me taking so long to attempt this! ... Continue Reading →
So, I’ve really neglected my blog in the past several months. MASSIVE understatement! I’m sorry dear followers and those kind enough to take a passing interest. I’m planning on making a comeback now. The marathon is long over, and I’ll round it up in another post. My part-time work, which I do from home, is... Continue Reading →
I’ve officially started my training for the London Marathon – it’s all just got a bit more real! Before last week, I’d just been going out when I could, loosely following a programme for doing run/walk intervals over a half-marathon distance. I had been full of good intentions to get in two swimming cross-training sessions... Continue Reading →
It’s likely if you’ve seen me recently, I’ve told you I’m fine. I say that a lot, and a lot of the time it’s true. But sometimes it’s not. I think because it is a relatively new thing for me to talk in public about my OCD and anxiety, it’s sometimes difficult for me to... Continue Reading →
The Husband doesn’t know I’m writing this. And it wasn’t what I planned for my next blog post. But I had an overwhelming urge to write something about him and how he supports me. He has to put up with a lot living with me. It’s not easy living with someone who has OCD, someone... Continue Reading →
Dear Student Midwife, I am writing to thank you for the care you gave myself and my son whilst he was on the neonatal unit. I know you are unlikely to think you did anything other than your job, but to me you did so much more. We were fortunate to have many caring staff... Continue Reading →
