This week I’m really pleased to introduce Ellamental Mama’s first guest blog from Laura. Laura blogs about motherhood and mental health over at The Butterfly Mother. You can find also her on Twitter or Facebook. Here Laura gives an insightful view of hope and mental health. For more great articles from Laura, check out her blog. “Hope is…
Mental health
The 14 Emotions of a Divorced Mum
We probably all know someone who is divorced and no doubt we think it sounds sad and difficult, especially where kids are involved, but what does it actually feel like? Here is my take, as a divorced mum of a toddler. 1. I feel like a fool. How could I have made such a bad…
Life and Toddlers: It’s Just a Phase
Alongside ‘I don’t know how you cope‘, the other most annoying phrase I hear as a mum is, ‘it’s just a phase‘. What, you mean my son won’t be taking three hours to fall asleep when he’s 15 years old? What about when he’s 37? You mean he won’t be jumping on my head in the…
Missing in Action: Mental Health and My Son’s First Years
Trigger warning – this post talks quite openly about mental health and thoughts of self-harming, if you are yourself struggling with similar issues there are links to support groups at the bottom. The first two years of my son’s life have been incredibly hard. It’s not been the parenting parts per se (though they have…
Co-Sleeping With My Toddler
I was co-sleeping with my son until he was about 13 months old, then, out of sheer desperation for a decent night’s sleep following my return to work, I reluctantly put him in his own room. To my surprise he bloody loved it. He loved the independence and instantly started to sleep (slightly) better. It was…
5 Ways Blogging Saved My Life
Blogging save my life. It sounds dramatic right, but it’s true. I always dabbled in writing but a cruel twist of fate meant that my treasured writings and journals that I had hand written from the age of nine were destroyed around the same time as I ‘lost’ my husband and became a single mum. Those…
That Moment When You See Your Ex’s Wedding Photo
I’d convinced myself that I was OK with him remarrying. That I didn’t give a shit. And I don’t, give a shit that is, in many ways. But to see how he’s moved on. To see how he has a new life. One that involves happiness, even if that’s not the only story. When I…