Tick, tock, tick, tock went that clock. The one above the twins high chairs. It was the third time that day I had wrestled their little plump bodies into those no-nonsense, easy clean Ikea chairs. Here we go again I thought. At least feeding time at the zoo would eat away at some of those very veeeeery looooong minutes. But no. Every time I stared up at that clock no more than 1 minute had passed. When would I next see another adult? I couldn't expect Paul home from work til 8pm and I didn't know anyone else in the village. I'd missed the baby & toddler groups as Twin 1 desperately needed to sleep while Twin 2 desperately wanted to be held. Maybe I would phone mum? Nah best not - it will only worry her and she's too far away to help.
God I feel so alone. I'm constantly in company with the babies but I have never felt so alone. Quick - let's check Facebook. What's everyone up to? Blah Blah Blah all leading happy, normal, non-postnatal depression lives. What's wrong with me? Why do I feel like this? I wanted these babies so much. It took so long for them to be made and an eon for them to be here with me. So wanted. So loved. So f****ing needy and not giving me a second to process what is going on in my mind. Why does nobody else feel this way?
Right tomorrow I will.... tomorrow I will really try to get us up and out and meeting people. We need to integrate, get back into society. But nobody knows me and what happens if....? Shit I'm going to have to pretend that I've got it together. Surely nobody would be remotely interested in meeting the new woman in the village with her twins..... Ok well I'll see how we are tomorrow before I decide if WE (I) are up to it...
I met someone. Well I went to the Health Visitor session and I met a few people. They were nice, friendly. I didn't tell them how I was feeling of course. Who would want to know that? We smiled and chatted and talked about bottle or breast, sleep or no sleep - you know the usual. But I'm sure nobody would understand if I truly opened up. They would think I was a freak. No other mums feel like this do they?
Why am I awake? It's 2am and the twins are asleep. I've been up since 6am and not sat down since. Now I'm lying down in this nice comfy bed and the house is quiet. Nobody needs me. Try to relax. Come on try to relax. Just go to sleep. Look the best case scenario at this point is 4 hours sleep. Please just. go. to. sleep. God what's wrong with me? I'm soooooo tired but I'm sooooooo ANGRY!!! Why do I have this problem? I'm so tired of hiding it from some and trying to explain it to others. It's a bloody nightmare.
I went to a baby & toddler group this morning. The twins were in their pjs. Well I couldn't risk trying to get them dressed and then out of the house. They were fed, nappies changed and I couldn't face choosing outfits so I bundled them into the car. I was in my pjs too (under my jumper). I'd nappy wiped my face, scraped my hair back and all I could think of was the promise of tea and toast.... I went!! I met Helen. I really get on well with her. I told her I've been struggling and I think she understands. She hinted she felt similarly. Oh the relief!
I got an email today. It was from the Children's Centre asking if any parents wanted to help set up a support group for people with low mood. I've responded and said yes. Well I need some help don't I and surely I'll get to speak to some people who feel the same way. I would really welcome a proper conversation about how I'm feeling without a "put-on sympathy/judgemental" expression being fired my way.
I think this is going to help me. Don't get me wrong it's going to be hard. I'm not well you see but we have insisted that a Health Visitor comes to all our sessions in case us parents are too poorly to attend. I'm excited. I'm grateful to have a purpose every week. Come on you evil, destructive, isolating depression. Let's be having you!
I talk to everyone about perinatal mental health now. The twins are nearly 4. We are so happy. Don't get me wrong I have my bad days. But they are far fewer than ever before. They scare me as I think I'm going back there again but I don't. I think I must be the village pin up for someone who has had PND but I don't care. I want people to know they are not alone. It's important to me that mums realise it's normal to feel mentally unwell during or after pregnancy. Dads get it too - I didn't know that 4 years ago.
I am so grateful. So grateful to have fought and overcome this miserable, silent, debilitating condition. I have met some of the nicest people ever by having this illness. I count them as friends for life.
You are not alone.
We are here too.
Rhiannon xx
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If you need someone to talk with contact Poynton PANDAS Support Group by emailing psppoynton@aol.co.uk or like our facebook page www.facebook.com/PoyntonPANDAS
If we are not close to you, contact PANDAS by visiting http://www.pandasfoundation.org.uk/
Friday, 12 June 2015
Sunday, 7 June 2015
The PND after party
"Are you recovered now?" asked a lovely Health Visitor and Trustee yesterday at the PANDAS annual conference. We'd just met and exchanged pleasantries over breakfast. She had said she was really keen to meet me and had been watching "all the great things" I've been doing with the Poynton PANDAS Support Group. "Ummmm yes" I said "I feel much better these days but I still like to use the term in recovery" when it comes to explaining how I am since having had postnatal depression which started 3.5 years ago......
I didn't like to bore her with the details because in my head, she didn't really want to know how I was. Much like the other delegates at the Conference who I barely knew - I'm sure they didn't give a damn if I was there or not. You see this for me is the aftermath of postnatal depression. This is the PND after party in all it's self-doubting, over-analysing, tending towards the negative glory.
"Don't be so hard on yourself" my husband still says on the days and nights that I just can't see past my own weaknesses and and failures. "Just look at the twins. They're brilliant and that's mostly down to you". I believe him. I know he says these words and means them but I just can't accept them. You see the problem is.... the problem is that I must be weak and I must be a failure because I had postnatal depression. I feel that I carry that trophy around with me every day. Screw the kids being happy and healthy, the fun times we have as a family, the fact that I have all I want in the world - I'm a big, fat PND failure.
"I want you to have the flower shaped playdough piece" says Bea as I write this blog post. "Why do you want me to have it?" I ask. Because "you the best mummy" says a beaming 3 year old with pink rosy cheeks. "Hmmmmm I think. I'm alright. But I'm probably a bit shit. Yes I'm definitely a bit shit because I got ill, I lost my job and now the best I can do is to volunteer. What a loser!
I met some lovely people yesterday at the conference. The day wasn't so bad after all! People seemed genuinely pleased to meet me.... or did they?!! There were many moments of pride and relief yesterday as I looked around the room and saw it was full of people who had been poorly with perinatal mental illness. "I feel quite emotional" said one delegate and fellow Support Group Leader. "I've never been with so many people who have had PND and overcome it". The relief on her face was plain to see. At last there was an acceptance in the room as well as a deeper personal acceptance and acknowledgement of the fight we have all fought and overcome.
The highlight for me was meeting author Olivia Siegl of the brilliant blog The Baby Bible - the no bullshit guide to motherhood http://www.the-baby-bible.com/blog/ . I love Olivia's honest, upfront, no bullshit style in her writing and I was moved to see that she is a survivor just like me. Olivia, with all of her successes and followers, stood up to speak to us and spoke candidly about how her self-doubt and low self-esteem had led her to nearly cancel her appearance at the conference. Damn that evil PND but thank goodness I thought. At last I heard someone speak by inner thoughts out load. Even Olivia Siegl doesn't think she's good enough. It's not just me.
So I'm now going to write some new invitations to my next PND afterparty. Self-doubt, low self-worth and self-loathing - you can do one! I am in cohoots with my new army of survivors. They're called "You can do it", "Just give it a go", "Why not?", "Do it now and worry later". These guys are the new in-crowd!!
Lots of love
Rhiannon (PND Survivor) (and proud) xx
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9lyzadA870&feature=youtu.be
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If you are struggling with pre or postnatal mental health issues and need some support, please come along to our support group Poynton PANDAS every term-time Monday 10.45-12.15 @ St George's Church Hall, Poynton or email psppoynton@aol.co.uk
www.facebook.com/PoyntonPANDAS
For information on how PANDAS can help you or to find a support group close to you, visit http://www.pandasfoundation.org.uk/
I didn't like to bore her with the details because in my head, she didn't really want to know how I was. Much like the other delegates at the Conference who I barely knew - I'm sure they didn't give a damn if I was there or not. You see this for me is the aftermath of postnatal depression. This is the PND after party in all it's self-doubting, over-analysing, tending towards the negative glory.
"Don't be so hard on yourself" my husband still says on the days and nights that I just can't see past my own weaknesses and and failures. "Just look at the twins. They're brilliant and that's mostly down to you". I believe him. I know he says these words and means them but I just can't accept them. You see the problem is.... the problem is that I must be weak and I must be a failure because I had postnatal depression. I feel that I carry that trophy around with me every day. Screw the kids being happy and healthy, the fun times we have as a family, the fact that I have all I want in the world - I'm a big, fat PND failure.
"I want you to have the flower shaped playdough piece" says Bea as I write this blog post. "Why do you want me to have it?" I ask. Because "you the best mummy" says a beaming 3 year old with pink rosy cheeks. "Hmmmmm I think. I'm alright. But I'm probably a bit shit. Yes I'm definitely a bit shit because I got ill, I lost my job and now the best I can do is to volunteer. What a loser!
I met some lovely people yesterday at the conference. The day wasn't so bad after all! People seemed genuinely pleased to meet me.... or did they?!! There were many moments of pride and relief yesterday as I looked around the room and saw it was full of people who had been poorly with perinatal mental illness. "I feel quite emotional" said one delegate and fellow Support Group Leader. "I've never been with so many people who have had PND and overcome it". The relief on her face was plain to see. At last there was an acceptance in the room as well as a deeper personal acceptance and acknowledgement of the fight we have all fought and overcome.
The highlight for me was meeting author Olivia Siegl of the brilliant blog The Baby Bible - the no bullshit guide to motherhood http://www.the-baby-bible.com/blog/ . I love Olivia's honest, upfront, no bullshit style in her writing and I was moved to see that she is a survivor just like me. Olivia, with all of her successes and followers, stood up to speak to us and spoke candidly about how her self-doubt and low self-esteem had led her to nearly cancel her appearance at the conference. Damn that evil PND but thank goodness I thought. At last I heard someone speak by inner thoughts out load. Even Olivia Siegl doesn't think she's good enough. It's not just me.
So I'm now going to write some new invitations to my next PND afterparty. Self-doubt, low self-worth and self-loathing - you can do one! I am in cohoots with my new army of survivors. They're called "You can do it", "Just give it a go", "Why not?", "Do it now and worry later". These guys are the new in-crowd!!
Lots of love
Rhiannon (PND Survivor) (and proud) xx
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9lyzadA870&feature=youtu.be
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If you are struggling with pre or postnatal mental health issues and need some support, please come along to our support group Poynton PANDAS every term-time Monday 10.45-12.15 @ St George's Church Hall, Poynton or email psppoynton@aol.co.uk
www.facebook.com/PoyntonPANDAS
For information on how PANDAS can help you or to find a support group close to you, visit http://www.pandasfoundation.org.uk/
Saturday, 30 May 2015
Milk allergies, sleep deprivation and the postnatal depression haze
Hi my name is Alyssa and I'm a relatively new Poynton PANDAS Group Member.
My son J is 2 and I am slowly adjusting to life as a mum. It's not all rainbows and butterflies like some people lead you to believe. I had a good pregnancy, easy labour, I turned up at hospital fully dilated. I went on to have the perfect water birth, in fact I would do that again tomorrow. However it all seemed to go downhill from then.
In all honesty the first few months, if not first year of J's life is a blur to me. We had feeding problems which resulted in a short hospital stay after J was born. I ended up having to express and cup feed J for what seemed like forever. Eventually 2 weeks in I broke down and 'gave in', I started to give J formula. Now I know what you're thinking. I bet you thought that would be a lot easier. In J's case though it wasn't as that was the start of our journey, which ended up with him being diagnosed with Cows Milk Protein Allergy.
J spent most of his newborn days crying and sleeping very little. We put this down to him being a newborn baby, that's what they do isn't it. However he would cry for a feed, take ages and fuss when feeding. Then he would be unsettled for ages before finally falling asleep for maybe 20 minutes before the cycle started again. I lasted 4 weeks before he had a sleepover at grandmas. I physically couldn't function I was getting barely 3 hours of broken sleep a night. When he went to stay at my mums I wasn't remotely upset, I didn't miss him. This then made me feel guilty for not missing him , sounds daft doesnt it.
When J was 4 months old I went to the doctors about him having reflux but I ended up breaking down on the GP. I got referred for CBT and given Anti Depressents. At the time I didn't think CBT was that helpful but looking back it has definitely made me question my thoughts and feelings when I am feeling down. I found the fact I did CBT 1 to 1 and in person was a big help to me rather than an online course. I ended up stopping my AD's as I ran out and got into the cycle of not being able to go to get another prescription. At my worst point I was to afraid to go out of the house incase J started crying and people thought I was a bad mum as I couldn't make him stop. Eventually with the help of others I managed to slowly walk round the block each day and built it up. Everytime I went out I just secretly hoped that I wouldn't bump into anyone.
When I finally made it back to the GP and started back on the AD's I noticed a massive difference. I still take them now but that is nothing I am ashamed of. I am in a much better place now but still have my down episodes but I can notice when it is happening more now. One of the things I find helpful is getting out of the house even when I don't feel like it. That is where Poynton PANDAS has come in handy. I also suffer from anxiety and going out and J playing up is part of that worry. I have been made to feel welcome at the group and have explained to Rhi this problem. This in itself is half of the problem solved as I know if J does play up they understand. Most recently with evil teething I have been having a bad time but I made myself go to the Poynton PANDAS group and can safely say that it lifted my mood whilst I was there.
I actually started a blog as a coping mechanism for my PND www.mumtomonster.com It was a way for me to get my feelings and thoughts out of my head. It has now turned into an online diary as such and a way to store memories as I cannot remember so much of the first year because of the PND haze. Depression is nothing to be ashamed about and I have never had a problem opening up about it. This was one of the things that annoyed me as apparently talking about depression helps you recover, but in my case it didn't.
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If you could do with some understanding company when times are hard, come to Poynton PANDAS weekly drop-in support group.
Every term time Monday 10.45-12.15 at St George's Church Hall, Poynton.
For more information email psppoynton@aol.co.uk
www.facebook.com/poyntonPANDAS
Monday, 25 May 2015
The fear
fear fɪə/
noun: fear; plural noun: fears
1.an unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain, or harm.
synonyms: terror, fright, fearfulness, horror, alarm, panic, agitation, trepidation, dread, consternation, dismay, distress.
When I got poorly the first and the second time, the thing that drove my illness and fed my illness was fear. My fear would come in the evening and build up to a crescendo of distress by the time it was bed time. Bed time was the thing I dreaded the most. The next morning was my second biggest fear.
In both cases there wasn't really any perceivable threat. There was no bear to fight off during the night and my house wasn't under attack. It just felt scary. Well perhaps not scary but there was a definite overwhelming feeling of dread and foreboding.
The first time round I was poorly and stressed from work. This had led to a feeling of being caught on a hamster wheel where the only possible solution I could find at the time was to go faster. Surely my distress with the constant deadlines and demands of meeting multiple clients' needs would be to multitask more? To do more. Doing more and going faster would get me to that end goal and the world would be a better place. Right? Wrong....
The second time I was poorly the symptoms were identical. The way I reacted to my symptoms was the same too. This time though the clients - a dynamic duo born on a hot sweaty day, were even more demanding than the last lot! These guys didn't know the meaning of clocking off and played me like a fiddle! With each feed taking an hour plus and winding and burping another 20 mins, by the time I had put one down the clock was ticking. I had an hour and a half before twin 1 needed more milk and I hadn't even started on twin 2 yet. The demands of a busy advertising agency had nothing on these. These clients were the toughest yet and their little cries had a hotline to my heart.
Fear: an unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain or harm
This fear or THE FEAR as I now call it is remarkably clever. It sneaks in when you're at your most vulnerable. For me it never escalated above agitation, insomnia and the odd panic attack. I'm well aware that for some dealing with anxiety, THE FEAR is terrifying. THE FEAR for some is constant, unwielding and very very frightening. Intrusive thoughts, psychosis, paranoia coupled with a foreceful desire for it to end. I know in some ways I got off lightly but it didn't feel like that to me at the time.
THE FEAR unfortunately still lives on in me. It's not always there but can tiptoe up to me and touch tackle me from time to time. It's made a return for a couple of weeks again . It's decided to take up residence in my mind for a short while. I know why it's come back. It's because I took my eye of the ball a bit. I forgot that in order to fight THE FEAR I needed to be fully armed and in cohoots with its arch-enemy Calmness and Confidence. Hey where did you guys go? Oh yes.... you ebbed away when I started doing too much again. I got cocky didn't I and started to juggle too many balls again. Let me slap my wrists.
I need to ensure that I prioritise me as much as I can in a busy household where others' needs seem far more pressing than my own. Cancel those unnecessary engagements, throw away that to-do list, baton down the hatches and let's concentrate on me and my needs for a bit. It's a matter of survival you see. THE FEAR according to a very clever counsellor can be combatted, in my case, by not going into battle with it. By sitting with it and acknowledging it and by being very very kind to myself. Wish me luck. See you on the other side.
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If you need help with dealing with anxiety. please contact:
Poynton PANDAS (pre and postnatal depression and support)
email: psppoynton@aol.co.uk
www.facebook.com/PoyntonPANDAS
Free drop-in group every Monday during term-time
St George's Church Hall, Poynton
10.45-12.15
Thursday, 21 May 2015
Dear Sally
Dear Sally
I received a message today. It came from PANDAS Foundation. It said very little. In fact it just had your name, email and telephone number. I was really happy to get your message. I was pleased that you have reached out. My name is Rhiannon. I'm 38 years old and mum to 3.5 year old twins Will & Bea. I run Poynton PANDAS Support Group in Cheshire.
So I wonder what brought you to the point where you sent the request to PANDAS? Are you poorly or are you concerned about someone else? Have you been diagnosed with pre or postnatal illness or do you need a chat about your symptoms?
Let me tell you a bit about me and the group. As I said I'm Rhiannon and I'm a volunteer peer supporter. There are 5 of us all together - well 6 if you count Julia our counsellor - she's fab! We've all suffered from pre or postnatal illness and we're surprised how it has affected us all so differently. You see I didn't get ill until my twins were about 6 months old - it was mostly anxiety and insomnia for me. For our other volunteers it was different. Some were really poorly during pregnancy but much better postnatally and not all of us have suffered with every baby. Anyway I'm digressing..... How are you?
All I know about you so far is that you would like to join our group. I really hope you do. We run a small, welcoming and friendly "baby & toddler" style group. It's free and you can bring your little ones too if you want to. One of the main things we aim to do is provide a weekly, safe place where parents can chat. It can be hard at first for our new members as they often feel so much shame when they first arrive. We can meet you first for a coffee if you would like. We can come down to the carpark and help you walk into group for the first time. Whatever makes you feel comfortable really.
You'll get a brew and biscuits and plenty of time to talk about what's happening with you. You'll hopefully feel a massive sense of relief knowing that you're among people you can be honest with. No more hiding or pretending required with us.
We sometimes have an artist who comes to do arts n crafts with the kids. We sometimes have volunteers who show us how to massage our babies and toddlers but most of all, we just sit, drink tea, play with the kids and chat.
I hope to meet you soon,
Rhiannon.
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Poynton PANDAS - a support group for parents suffering pre and postnatal illness
Every Monday during term-time
10.45-12.15
St George's Church Hall, Poynton
email: psppoynton@aol.co.uk
www.facebook.com/PoyntonPANDAS
Thursday, 14 May 2015
"I'll see if we've got time to see you this YEAR"
These are the words that have been ringing in my head all afternoon.
Hi I'm Rhiannon. I'm a mum. I've been poorly with postnatal depression. I'm better now thank goodness. I've been trying to help other parents ever since. Since September 2012, my little team of mums have given their time voluntarily to help other parents who are struggling with the crippling symptoms of pre and postnatal illness.
So when I speak to a local Health Visitor in order to meet with her team to be able to deliver the good news that we can help their heavy workload, we can provide support to poorly parents .... you can probably understand why the phrase "I'll see if we've got time to see you this YEAR" has got under my skin. 30 minutes was all I asked for. 30 minutes to tell them we exist, we are here, we have helped nearly 70 mums in 2 years and the final sell "Please will you let poorly parents know about us".
It's not much to ask is it?
Oh wait it seems it is. I had a similar response from the local GP surgery yesterday. "We are booked up for the next few months". "We'll get back to you"..... Hmmm why don't I believe them?
What about the Children's Centre.... surely they will be keen as mustard to be able to tell parents that a peer support service exists in their town. It's a place they can go every week and feel some relief from knowing they're not freaks of nature and that being poorly with OCD or anxiety or horrible intrusive thoughts or insomnia does not make them a bad parent. In fact they are in good company because as many as 1 in 5 new mums will feel this way. No still waiting......
I remember very clearly feeling so desperately lonely. I was a mum of twins in a new village struggling with PND. I went to the doctor - they gave me pills and no support. I went to the Health Visitor, they came to see me once. No further support. I would have given anything to be able to speak to another mum and just say how it was. I would have given anything for that other mum to say "yeah me too"!!! I see such relief on the faces of our mums when you listen, understand and support them and what's more understand them.
There are days I feel so close to giving up doing this. There are days when I want to stop phoning and emailing people who aren't interested. People in powerful positions who could just say "yes" "give us some leafets" "we'll let people know about you". But today is not that day.
Poynton PANDAS
Peer Support Drop-in Group
Mondays (term-time) 10.45-12.15
St George's Church, Poynton
www.facebook.com/PoyntonPANDAS
Hi I'm Rhiannon. I'm a mum. I've been poorly with postnatal depression. I'm better now thank goodness. I've been trying to help other parents ever since. Since September 2012, my little team of mums have given their time voluntarily to help other parents who are struggling with the crippling symptoms of pre and postnatal illness.
So when I speak to a local Health Visitor in order to meet with her team to be able to deliver the good news that we can help their heavy workload, we can provide support to poorly parents .... you can probably understand why the phrase "I'll see if we've got time to see you this YEAR" has got under my skin. 30 minutes was all I asked for. 30 minutes to tell them we exist, we are here, we have helped nearly 70 mums in 2 years and the final sell "Please will you let poorly parents know about us".
It's not much to ask is it?
Oh wait it seems it is. I had a similar response from the local GP surgery yesterday. "We are booked up for the next few months". "We'll get back to you"..... Hmmm why don't I believe them?
What about the Children's Centre.... surely they will be keen as mustard to be able to tell parents that a peer support service exists in their town. It's a place they can go every week and feel some relief from knowing they're not freaks of nature and that being poorly with OCD or anxiety or horrible intrusive thoughts or insomnia does not make them a bad parent. In fact they are in good company because as many as 1 in 5 new mums will feel this way. No still waiting......
I remember very clearly feeling so desperately lonely. I was a mum of twins in a new village struggling with PND. I went to the doctor - they gave me pills and no support. I went to the Health Visitor, they came to see me once. No further support. I would have given anything to be able to speak to another mum and just say how it was. I would have given anything for that other mum to say "yeah me too"!!! I see such relief on the faces of our mums when you listen, understand and support them and what's more understand them.
There are days I feel so close to giving up doing this. There are days when I want to stop phoning and emailing people who aren't interested. People in powerful positions who could just say "yes" "give us some leafets" "we'll let people know about you". But today is not that day.
Poynton PANDAS
Peer Support Drop-in Group
Mondays (term-time) 10.45-12.15
St George's Church, Poynton
www.facebook.com/PoyntonPANDAS
Tuesday, 12 May 2015
Getting a handle on depression
Hi my name is Rachel and I'm a Poynton PANDAS Group Member.
I have suffered with depression a few times in my life and I have mastered a few techniques which most certainly help fight it and I hope keep it at bay. I’d like to share them with you so that hopefully you might find some of them useful to your situation. Everyone is different and what works for one may not work for another but I have found some basic principles and tools which do seem to help and if it’s ok with you I’d like to share them with you.
Although I didn’t actually get depressed
after having my little boy, the sleepless nights, hormones and the lack of
support made me at times very irritable with my husband and a nightmare to be
around which I’m not proud of. Luckily my husband could see I was unwell and
eventually accepted I needed help. But I got back on track and have been well
for several months now.
But I’m no stranger to depression or the
Black Dog as Churchill referred to his depression, when I think back I remember
those awful feelings, how it feels to want to hide away from the world, do nothing
and curl up in a ball. To basically feel like you are a stone statue unable to
move, it can be very debilitating. Coupled with anxiety it makes for a vicious
circle. Staying home in your house and avoiding people just makes the symptoms
worse – along with the fact that you have a little one wanting to go the park
or play means on top of all that you feel guilty. It’s hard. Anyone who sees
people as weak with this condition are just plain ignorant. Like any illness, we
just need the right tools to pick ourselves up and get well again.
BUT there is light at the end of the tunnel
– like thousands of others I’m proof of it – these are simply my thoughts and
tools I use – I hope you find some tips
from today and you come away with hope rather than despair. Feel free to ask
any questions.
1)
Depression is not a lifelong
prison sentence even if it feels that way right now – you can come out of it
and live a happy fulfilling life. You can enjoy life again. With the right
tools this will happen.
2)
Depression does alter your view
of the world around you, the way people perceive you and the way you perceive
yourself and others. Remember and accept this negative view is part of the
illness and not the reality. Be kind to yourself.
3)
When all you really want to do
is hide away under the duvet if you were to do that it would just perpetuate
the condition for longer and most likely worsen the symptoms. Think beyond how
you feel right now and visualize a time in the near future when you are well
again and happy – its not far away.
Tools for improving mood
EXERCISE
Light cardiovascular exercise – a walk in
the forest, a gentle run in the park with your kids, playing with your dog, a
half hour swim – it doesn’t have to be too strenuous to have an impact – but it
will release the feel good hormones, endorphins and automatically make you feel
slightly better even if you didn’t want it to. When the last thing you want to
do is some exercise – just think – this is going to help me and in half an hour
I’m not going to feel as rotten as I do now. In short, it works! Choose
something you like doing – maybe you could persuade your partner or a friend to
join you in a dance class every week – that would encourage you to commit to it
too.
I’ve been practicing yoga for many years
and find that very therapeutic too – it centres the mind whilst relaxing and
calming your thoughts. I feel focused and energized afterwards. As mums we
don’t have much spare time so other ideas are dancing round the living room to
some of your favourite music with your little one. My son loves it! Getting
away from the house on your own though has many beneficial effects – you need a
bit of me time each week.
HEALTHY FOOD
Everything we eat has an effect on our body
and on our mind. I find eating lots of slow releasing energy carbs such as
oats, quinoa, brown rice help balance my mood (and blood sugar). Along with lots
of fresh unprocessed foods – fruit and veg, cheeses, fish. Oily fish such as
salmon, trout, anchovies has EPA and DHA Omega 3 fatty acids which have been
proven to prevent depression and improve brain function – this is why eskimos
hardly ever suffer with depression. I eat salmon at least twice a week.
I drink very little caffeine nowadays
(which gives me spikes of caffeine highs followed by tremendous lows), I
instead drink Aldi decaff ( the best instant I’ve found!) or a Nespresso decaff
for a treat or chamomile and honey tea. I also drink lots of sparkling water. I’m
impressed by how good decaff in cafes is nowadays too and I don’t get that
awful shaky feeling afterwards.
I find chamomile brilliant for reducing
anxiety- the sister of depression as many of us know. Valerian tea is
apparently even more effective at reducing depression but I’ve not tried it
myself yet.
If you are one of those girls who rushes
for chocolate when feeling down (and I still love chocolate!) then try
something equally as sweet like mango, banana or berries and melon – these are
going to give you that sugar hit but do you a lot more good in the process. I
invested in a juicer which is really good as I love the sweetness of the juices
and it curbs my desire for mounds of chocolate later on. Equally if you can
manage a small amount of chocolate and it makes you feel better then perhaps
use it as a reward for doing one of the other healthy actions. I found dark
chocolate and slices of pear quite nice and hits the spot!
If you are feeling anxious light foods such
as melon, berries, steamed veg are good for calming you. Avoid any spicy foods
which could make you feel worse.
Unsurprisingly cutting out or dramatically
reducing alcohol (a depressant) and nicotine ( a mood de-balancer to say the
least) will definitely help. I gave up smoking eight years ago after reading
Easyway to give up Smoking by Allen Carr- no gimmicks, no nicotine replacement,
no cravings. Best thing I ever did.
MINDFULNESS
This is doing an activity where you are
100% absorbed in that activity and don’t have chance to think bad thoughts – it
is brilliant! Different activities work for different people of course and
choose something you love doing. For me I cook, knit, jog and practice yoga.
All of them help me to switch off. Mindfulness can also be being aware of all
your senses – for example a walk in the forest – listen out for different
birdcalls, smell the pine trees, listen to the dog barking etc.
This article is proof that knitting and
other textile making hobbies really do calm anxiety levels and help soothe.
AROMATHERAPY
For relaxation and to curb anxiety, I find
lavender and basil oil excellent at reducing stress levels – I put a couple of
drops of one or the other on my pillow at night and I forget all about my
worries. Equally I put about 5-10 drops in total in the bath which also works
well. Chamomile oil and rose oil are good although personally I’m not keen on
the smell of the former – bit of a haystack!
You can blend them with carrier oils such
as jojoba or almond oil and put them on a tissue to carry around if you need
to.
ACUPUNCTURE
One particularly bad bout of depression
affected my sleep pattern and I became an insomniac for the first time – I was
waking up 5 times a night (worse than after having my son!!) so after going to
the GP who could only offer sleeping pills which I didn’t want to take, I was
walking past a Chinese acupuncture practice where the sign – “cure insomnia”
suddenly caught my eye. It was a complete revelation and within two sessions I
not only slept normally again but I felt like a light had been switched on in
terms of mood – I felt my old self again – definitely worth it – personally I
would recommend a Chinese acupuncturist rather than Western one as they train
for seven years in China and you can find a list of recommended practitioners
with TCM online.
In acupuncture, depression occurs when the
liver (responsible for mood) is not functioning properly and the acupuncture
rebalances the chi (energy) in the body and mind and strengthens the liver.
SUPPORT
It’s amazing how important it is to have a
good circle of friends around you that understand what you are going through.
Sometimes if your partner is not being as supportive as you would like a
friendly ear is just what you need to keep going.
As well as in the real world, social
networks can be useful occasionally – on Facebook I discovered a page called
Project Happiness which has some brilliant advice and posts.
BEING GRATEFUL
I write three positive things that happened
to me each day at the end of the day. It makes me realise things aren’t as bad
as I sometimes think they are.
I rest when I can – I no longer overdo it –
I have to accept I can’t do everything I want to do and I realise that for me
this works and keeps me well which as a mother and wife is my responsibility.
In summary these are my tools that I use to keep depression at bay – I hope some of them will help you too.
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If you would like support in managing and overcoming depression please come along to our drop in group on Mondays at St George's Church in Poynton.
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