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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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| Prompt three Do I think mental health is a choice? All I know from first hand experience is that no one would ever choose to be mentally ill. My mother had depression and growing up with a sad mother is hard for children, they are often made to feel at fault. I was happy to get married and leave home, it was a relief. When my youngest daughter was born, she cried constantly, when my mother visited us from England she said that the baby was like her and she proved to be right. The child was a nervous, frightened child and has carried on to be an adult who finds life too hard. She in turn had a daughter who has been diagnosed with a personality disorder and has been a nightmare to deal with for all of her twenty years. So no I don’t think mental health is a choice. To be able to understand a little more I studied counselling, purely for my own benefit. This training has come in very useful with my family. The answer to the question of nature versus nurture is clear to me. My daughter is a twin, her brother has an entirely different personality, yet they were raised in exactly the same way. He is a blessing to his sister, speaks to her everyday, although they live thousands of miles apart. |
| MHWA week three prompt one. There have been quite a few times in my life when I’ve not wanted to get out of bed and face the day. The worst times were when my children were small. The days seemed endless and lonely, no family in a new country. I suppose the reason I still did get out of bed was because I had no choice! How amazing it would have been if someone had said “just go back to sleep, I’ll take care of everything.” Just for one day. However it never happened, and in my worst moments, say when the kids all had gastro, I’d sit amongst the wet sheets, endless crappy nappies and I’d laugh, (maybe a bit maniacally) at how bizarre my life had become. After that I tried harder to put life’s trials and tribulations in perspective I suppose. Since then I have made a point of always trying to look on the bright side, if have found if you look for a positive in a situation, you will more often than not, find one. Occasionally a positive is had to find, but time itself has a way of healing most wounds. Luckily I do have a husband that usually says something to make me smile. |
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