Why Mum Must Come First (Sometimes)

Depression is a dick. I know this because it has featured in my family’s life in some form or another since I was seven years old when my dad left us for another woman. It was then that my mum, unable to cope with the heartbreak of what was happening, was hospitalised after experiencing a nervous breakdown, and her struggle with anxiety and depression began.

From this point I experienced what it was like to live with depression second hand, that was, until I became a mum myself.

But this disease didn’t sneak up on me straight after having my daughter as you might suspect, or even directly having my son, but in fact months later. However, much like my darling mum, the reasons behind my deterioration were also circumstantial and…

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