Tag: ME

My Parenting Perfectionism is Killing Me

“I’ve got this!” I, the parenting perfectionist of my own nightmares, yell to no one.   In my rush to prepare dinner, while also putting away groceries and making tomorrow’s lunch, I’ve spilled spaghetti sauce all over the kitchen floor. The dogs are the only ones rushing to help. My 5-year-old is off doing whatever

Menopause Makes Me a Better Mom

“Are you really crying?” my daughter asked as we read together. She was 8 and I was approaching 48 — I’m almost 40 years older than my kid, just as my mother was 40 years older than me. I remembered how difficult middle age had been for my mother. And for me, too, menopause was lurking

'Postnatal anxiety convinced me my baby was going to die'

The residual pain and uncertainty caused by losing so many pregnancies lodged itself in Hannah’s heart – ready to reemerge as pure fear right at the moment when she was meant to be at her happiest. ‘It was a struggle to have Finley,’ explains Hannah. ‘The miscarriages meant I had to have lots of investigations,

Having a Baby Made Me a Better Employee

When I was getting ready to return to work after having a baby, I was filled with dread about how I was going to juggle everything. I was worried about how I would handle the emotional toll of leaving my new baby for the majority of our waking hours each day. And I also gathered

'My Sister's Wedding Inspired Me To Lose 31.75 Kilograms'

When my sister announced her wedding date, I wanted to be excited—I really was so happy for her!—but with weddings always come wedding pictures. And the last thing I wanted was to be memorialised in all the snaps of my sister’s happiest memories the way I was then: overweight and overwhelmed with crushing anxiety. RELATED: This Is

The retreat that transformed me after my husband's death

I'm sitting in a cosy room in the Hunter Valley, NSW, surrounded by picturesque bushland, sharing some of the deepest, darkest experiences of my life with a group of total strangers. I'm facing raw truths, revisiting childhood traumas, letting go of all the anger, sadness, shame and regret that's been bottling up for decades. “By

How boredom helped me find purpose in my life

I'm bored, I wrote. Bored of the endless stretching of featureless time, bored from the loneliness and the lack of mental stimulation. For a year, I had floundered in the sluggish dragging of time, working as a waitress to make ends meet, freelance writing (averagely) on the side, broke and desperately lonely, unsure of how