Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
I think it is fair to say for many people right now life kinda sucks. We are unable to enjoy the freedoms we did in order to ensure the NHS can cope with the number of people that are unwell, and to protect as many vulnerable people as possible. Covid 19 will, I think, be remembered the way we remember the black death and the Spanish Flu, and I for one hope that I do not lose and friends or family to it (touch wood). …
I have a few different ways of dealing with stress, I have a tendency to withdraw, to shut down, to become quiet. Add the isolation of our current situation and I think one of the reasons I havent written much recently is that I write about the things I do and find interesting, and let’s be honest, I spend all day laid in bed looking out of the window, with the same view. The only thing that settles my mind is knowing that Mr. H …
Every now and then we all need to recharge our batteries. It may be that we have had a traumatic experience, suffered a heartbreak, a financial crisis or a particularly busy period at work. No matter what the cause every now and then we need to take time out to assess our own mental health and protect it. Surrendering. The hardest thing about looking after your mental health is realising when you’re heading for a crash and learning to surrender the fight BEFORE the you …
You ever had those days when you just feel blah, not sad, not happy, you can’t put your finger on it but you’re just not quite yourself? That’s how I feel at the moment. Today I had my botox redone. I just have the deep frown line between my eyes treated. A bonus I discovered is that it reduces the number of migraines I get. But, because I had this done, I had to go out after work. As a result I was late home, …
Pull yourself together and get on with it…. That’s one phrase I think I would ban from the world if I could. The idea that someone, anyone, who is depressed could just pull themselves together is not only ludicrous but it suggests their feelings are little, insignificant, manageable or imaginary. Bah! I have my own battles with depression and (touch wood) I’ve been stable for a while now. My demons are controlled, my darkness hidden by light, but (and there’s always a but) at any time …
I think there are times in my life where I could definitely have been described as being a stress head. I would worry about everything and anything. Usually things I had no control over or were not my problems in the first place. Over the years MrH has retrained me and I have, in many cases, stopped. I no longer worry if someone I know can make it to their appointments. Unless they ask me for help I now assume they have it under control. I …
Every morning I look through my WordPress feed as I wait to go to work, and this morning there was a post by SubMissy Control Freak that really touched me. So much I decided to share something of my own. I have my own struggles with mental health and promoting awareness is something I feel strongly about. In 2003 my father died, suddenly. He was 51 and he had a massive heart attack. After the postmortem we discovered that he had in fact had many …
What depression means to me. I posted yesterday that I’m not doing so well. I think that may be an understatement, but rather than prattle on about that, I thought instead I’d share instead what depression means to me because I believe that everyone experiences it differently. I believe depression is a black hole. Once it gets you in its grip it slowly strips parts of you away. Your sense of security. Your confidence. Your happiness. Your self worth. Your ability to feel joy. Your …
It’s 2am. I’m awake. Not good. Our eldest son who’s almost 25 recently told me he’s still struggling with depression and feelings of self harm. Although I’ve got him to the medical professionals I don’t know if he’s actually attended any of the follow up appointments, and he refuses medication. What has this got to do with me being awake? I came home from work today and assumed he was at work, and that he would be home around 11. It’s now 2am. He isn’t …
Every few weeks Mr H has to provide on call cover, and that week he has to work on the Saturday in the office. I hate that week. I miss him. I feel lost. I’m without focus and I get anxious. The level of separation anxiety I am experiencing is not particularly healthy, and when I’m anxious, I eat. This anxiety is in direct contradiction to the general improvement I have felt in my mood, that I wrote about here. This week I decided to …