A number of times in the last year I have said to friends and family that I don’t think I’m fun. It’s always responded to with
‘of course you are, don’t be silly, what on earth do you mean?’
It's Wednesday morning and you still have three days alone with your kids before for the weekend, when your husband is home to share the load… but your brain is mush, you haven't slept well this week and you’ve lost control over your temper. What do you do? You need a quick fix.
You can't afford to get a two hour massage, you don't have someone to watch to kids so you can soak in the bath with a glass of wine and it really isn't a good idea to take them with you to get your nails done... you need to do something NOW to lower your stress levels, bring your patience back and give you a minute to have a breather.
Recently I've had a few of my wonderful Mum friends say to me that anxiety is their default setting and it's no bloody wonder a large majority of Mums (and Dads) suffer from anxiety.
I hear this question 49 times a day so it seemed to be an appropriate title for this recurring blog series!
At the end of every month, I will to share my 'currently doing' situation and I would love to hear your currently things too!
I want to get to know my readers and I think this is a great way to get a snap shot of what people are all about, what they are feeding their souls and how they are taking care of themselves!
I often have people tell me they wish they could crochet and they have tried but just can't quite get the hang of it. My answer is always practice. Half of the battle with crochet is getting your hands comfortable and then the rest flows when you spend some time practicing.
A while back I decided to break up with perfection and I have found a symbol to remind me of that every day.
This is a blanket I am making for my sister-in-law. She sent me a picture of a similar blanket and asked me to recreate it. I love a crochet challenge so I jumped in! Having not done a granny square blanket in a long time I forgot about the dreaded twist you experience when you don't flip the square after each round.
The last year 18 months of our lives has been quite challenging as I battled Perinatal Depression and Anxiety following the birth of our second son, and then more recently, my 31 year old husband had a cardiac arrest while at football training, had a two week stay in hospital and had an Automatic Implantable Cardiac Defibrillator put in his chest.
There are a number of lessons I have learnt from struggling through these times that I like to remind myself of when my anxiety starts to flare up. I want to share some of these lessons in the hope that it helps some other people who might be dealing with their own tough times.
Self-care seems to be the new trending word across blogs at the moment, but it really is vital to maintaining your physical and mental health. Whether you’re a new Mum or Dad, don’t have kids, or are an empty-nester. Taking care of yourself first is so important in making sure you have the energy, both physical and mental to be able to give your best at work, at home, to your kids, in your marriage or anywhere really.
Cont from part 1... here
Creativity helped me get through my last few months of my second pregnancy as I had severe hip and back pain which restricted my walking. In particular crochet, whenever I felt frustrated, anxious or depressed I would sit and crochet. My mind would slow, and my thoughts would only be on what my hands were making. The pattern, the stitches and when it got a bit repetitive, the TV as I stitched.
It has to be said though, I am not artistic. I can’t draw a straight line with a ruler and I’m so average at colouring in it’s embarrassing! But I am creative. I can crochet, I can knit (a little), I can do cross stitch and I am always willing to try a different way of making things.
These two knuckleheads....
They are my challenge and my reward.
My test and my answer.
My growth and my decline.
But I'll take all the bad days, because I now know they came as a package deal with good days.
I need the bad days to know how good I really have it.
My whole life, I never quite understood what anxiety was. When people would say they were anxious about something I was that person innocently saying 'just don’t worry about it'.
Little did I know that is one of the worst things you can say to someone in the middle of an anxious episode. ‘If we could not worry we wouldn’t worry!!’
So when I began to experience anxiety prior to and following the birth of my second son, I didn’t know what was happening!!
I am trying to teach myself that done is better than perfect. I have held onto half finished projects and not finished them because I didn't think I could get them perfect, I have not posted blog ideas because I didn't think I could write it best, and I have not worn clothes because I didn't think it looked perfect.
So I am trying to break up with perfect!