The Kids

One incredibly worrying thought is how every aspect of my health affects my children. Of course, this blog focuses on my mental health as this is predominantly what changes the day to day with us. My physical health is good, I am young enough and healthy.

We talk openly about mental health – I firmly believe you should as a parent. You OWE your children that. When I look at suicide stats across the world; I panic. It makes my blood run cold. I have fallen foul to the lack of mental health services throughout the UK and I am incredibly lucky to be accessing them now. I genuinely feel if I hadn’t gotten the help I needed; I may not be here.

That fucking scares me. It terrifies me. I don’t want this shit for my kids. I want them to grow up feeling mentally strong and healthy. There is so much shit goes on in every single person’s life, it’s a wonder we all cope. I see signs of anxiety creeping in with my pre-teen daughter and I am worried about how she will cope with this.

I will continue to be open, but, should I be doing more? Accessing services for her? Helping her work through things or letting her use her own resilience to work things out? It’s really hard to know where to step in. I don’t want to be too overbearing and upset her about it; talking about anxiety is really bloody hard.

xo