Self Care – Awareness

Become Self Aware to improve Self Care

^^ I’m copywriting that stroke of literacy genius up there^^

I never thought I would see the day that I, HonestK (that’s my name, check my birth certificate if you like), would not only have huge interest in self care, but that I would actually be writing a post about it. As I have mentioned previously in ‘Bitches be crazy’, I thought I was pretty immune to the mumbo jumbo nonsense that is mental health and self care, tainting it with the perception that it was all a bunch of crazy, for crystal swinging, essential oil sniffing, bendy yoga loving, incense burning nutters.

Well, it’s not.

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The Power of Sharing – BayArt

 

Recently, I was contacted by BayArt and asked to contribute to their site, to write a post surrounding mental health and positivity. I’ll admit that I was very excited to write on another site, yet I was afraid. What should I write? Should I tame my swearing? My humour? My sarcasm?

Birth Trauma

Every now and then, when I have one of my depression roller-coasters, that ultimately end up with me breaking down, crying, frustrated at life, Dave and I always come together. We sit and we talk to each other, trying our best to understand this horrible cloud that has been placed over my head. After the tears, snots and cuddles, my witty humour always comes back out the closet. And the line we always, well I always utter is ‘have kids they said’.

Our life was relatively normal, stress free, non-mental before the birth of Jessica. Still, 2 years down the line we are trying to understand when and what happened to allow my depression to take hold. I have joked on more than one occasion that child birth is ‘traumatic’ and I ‘have post traumatic stress or something’, in fact I’m sure in one of my posts I do say I was traumatized by birth, but in a good way – if there is such a thing. The reason I joke, is that my idea of trauma is enduring a significant, upsetting, fearful, horrendous experience that harms a person, either physically or emotionally, such as rape, robbery, war, assault, experiencing a natural disaster or a car accident. Something that really altered your life, left you in a state of confusion and shock, something that you never want to happen to you again.

That doesn’t include child birth, right?

Feminism Starts at Home

Oh the F word, there it is, people get their backs up more by this F word than the other F word.

Many people, myself included on occasion, roll their eyes at the mere mention of feminism. Women batting their gums about irrelevant drama, making a mountain out of nothing, creating drama at the expense of the male population, getting their nipples out at the drop of a hat to ‘protest’ not being able to get their nipples out at the drop of a hat, women! They do moan a lot don’t they.

I’m in love and I don’t care who knows it!

Read that exactly like Will Ferrell in Elf please.

I’m thinking, whenever I am feeling down I like to express it in a blog, most likely in an attempt to get it out my mind and understand it better. Plus it might help other people to know that they are not alone in their thoughts or struggles. Lately I have been experiencing another strong emotion – Love. So why not share that too?