Category: depression

So Caleb (my 8-year-old) came and saw my show for the very first time (at the Judith Wright Centre a coupla weeks back). I gave him a pretty good pep-talk in the week leading up to it, explaining that he had to show me he was mature enough to handle the fact there’d be some adult words and ideas, and that just because he heard them didn’t mean he was allowed to go ahead and use them! Anyway, besides it being such a total rockstar joy to see both my kids’ beaming faces in the crowd (and Caleb cracked up…

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Last Friday I had the great privilege of being a panelist at the “Motherhood and Me” forum held by Kids on the Coast. A bunch of mums, gathered together in quite an informal fashion to ogle each other’s offspring (or was that just me? Seriously, my ovaries started to whisper to me again. Luckily I hushed them up by flashing them a stretch-mark), munch on morning tea and chat all things parenting. It was in between sessions, however, when I started chatting to a lovely lady from the audience that a REAL moment hit. Somewhere in the conversation, she casually…

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Just for the sake of being honest, I should let you know I’ve been clambering through a rather thick fog of depression lately. No real reason, (well, other than some pretty epic burn-out, I suppose), but that’s the thing about depression: it doesn’t need a “reason” to strike. Which makes you feel even worse for being such a stupid-first-world-problem-kind-of-whinger and thus, the cycle of yuck continues… Anyway, no need for sympathy (no really: I’ve given myself more than my quota in this here pity party, I’m bout to crack open the Poor-Me Pinyada, it’s gonna be awesome) but just wanted…

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Image courtesy of Parada Creations. I am pretty much in love with her entire catalogue. Before you read on, know upfront that I have no answers to how to address the problem mentioned in this title. I only have questions. I welcome suggestions. This was all triggered by me putting together a “Year in Review” post – inspired in no small part by a 2010 post by the fabooshy Tess Waters – and already it’s been quite revelatory. And self-indulgent. And back to revelatory. Reading all that has happened in 2011 according to this here blog has made me feel…

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*Image courtesy of TerraBlueArt I am in the midst of an epic transition at the moment, specifically in terms of looking after my health. Have you ever gotten to that point where you’ve just thought: “ENOUGH?!” Well, this week, I have. I have FINALLY pulled my finger out and gone to see a naturopath, and her advice thus far is exactly what the…well, naturopath, ordered. It was pretty freaking amazing. When she did her iridology thang and told me she could see from my iris alone that: – I am a perfectionist. – I beat myself up when I don’t…

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