Beauty for ashes

When my kids were little and I was struggling with Postnatal Depression, sometimes it felt like every day was just another day to get through. My automatic response was to just suck it up and do whatever I had to do, to get through the day. Usually, that meant not feeling, just breathing. Not thinking, just doing. Not living, just surviving.

It sounds so dramatic when I read back through these words, but really it wasn’t. There was no drama. It was a stark and deliberate lack of drama. I kept each day as steady and manageable as I possibly could. Not feeling was my coping mechanism.

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