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Happy New Year 2018 & the Simple Things day 1

So, here we are.  The start of another year.  2017 was a tricky year personally- we found ourselves in places we never even imagined, but like so many other people, we muddled our way through and came out the other side in between a lot of love and a bit of laughter, crying, yelling and pretty much every other emotion in between.  And this is the good thing – there were some really amazing bits in between the crap stuff.  And I know, without a doubt, that our four children – my Tribe – are amazingly wonderful.  They have all been on a muddled journey, much of which has been too difficult to possibly understand, but they have survived and are still giggling over the silly stuff of life.  And that is simply, a good thing. (Our most recent foray into silliness was as a wise man, innkeeper’s wife and shepherds at the Hawk Conservancy’s Nativity montage – perfect start to the Christmas holidays.)

Taking part in the Nativity at the Hawk Conservancy

So my online 2017??  A bit rubbish, but I’ve decided I should give myself a break and  given that I managed 31 out of 52 weeks of publishing – plus a load of unpublished posts – it wasn’t a bad attempt at my weekly look at life, particularly given the rollercoaster year we had.  The rollercoaster is continuing, but that’s another story, so in 2018 I’m embarking on a similar project, but on a daily basis – why I think I’m going to manage a daily post I have no idea, but hey, why not??  I hope that it will encourage me to post more – short and sweet is the way forward.  And I will continue to concentrate on life and the world around us, particularly as time spent in nature has now been categorically proven to be good for our mental health.  Well, hooray for that 😊.

Happy new year and thank you for reading – I hope that 2018 is a more positive year everywhere.  And here’s my 1st January 2018 shot – with the Tribe on the Isle of Wight, looking down at the Needles.

A windy welcome to 2018!

 

Mental Health Awareness Day – A Personal Account

This morning, in the car on the way to the station, the Eldest casually mentioned that it was Mental Health Awareness Day.  She told me that she’d written a couple of pieces and perhaps I might want to post something on my blog.  I asked her to send me the articles – she suggested that I may want to edit some of the content – I have removed some of the more graphic parts.  Reading her words brought back a lot of the utter fear of the places that we found ourselves in this year – for her, for her siblings, for us as parents and for our family unit.  This ‘thing’ that is mental illness knows no boundaries – it can affect anyone, even those who appear, to the outside world, to have everything.  And it obviously doesn’t stop with the individual themselves; I have spent too many waking hours worried about the impact on the rest of the Tribe.  I have seen how people have reacted when I’ve explained about her illness -some have suggested a course of vitamin C, others have glazed over and looked slightly embarrassed, others however have been incredibly warm hearted and have shared their own stories of dealing with mental health either themselves or someone close to them – that has helped so much.  The stigma is still there but the more we talk about it the more likely it is that more people will get help and we can all begin to understand how to deal with this illness.  What the Eldest has been through has made me realise how utterly precious this life is, how the simple things really are some of the best and kindness and generosity of spirit are much underrated and should be practised more often – totally free and brings happiness and joy.  And she’s in a better place now, recovering, but living, laughing and loving.

So, these are her words; I am proud that she is standing up and talking, it is brave and inspiring – I hope they will help you understand or know you’re not alone.

“People always make out that mental illnesses shouldn’t be talked about, and the amount of stigma surrounding it makes it somewhat awkward. But seeing as it’s Mental Health Awareness Day, I thought It seemed appropriate for me to talk about it as it’s something that has played a very large part in my recent life.

Surviving or thriving? Those are two states I’ve swung between for most of this year. Often all I’ve been doing is existing; just trying to get from one day to the next.  When my mental health hit an all time low this year, it got so bad that I required multiple hospital admissions. I was at the hopeless mercy of my ‘black dog called depression’. Getting up, showering, speaking, all things that we take for granted, were physically impossible. At night I’d lay awake for hours simply because I couldn’t find the motivation to close my eyes.  Mental illnesses can sometimes get to the point where they threaten your physical health as well. Only my close friends and family really got to see the amount of pain I was in, but even they could never understand the full extent of it. It’s so difficult to explain to people what’s going on inside you, when you can’t even understand it yourself. It’s difficult to tell, when you look at someone, to see that they’re mentally ill. When I first became ill, people actually found the idea of it slightly funny, because what could be wrong with my life that caused me to struggle?? I mean, I looked fine, I was smiling. What could be so wrong that it meant that someone who had everything she could ask for, still didn’t feel she was enough?? Even now, I still can’t tell you. Maybe I’ll never know. These things happen, and they don’t always have something to be justified by.

By watching me struggle, so many people in my life have had the blurry patch of ‘mental illnesses’ brought into light by what I’ve been through. I feel that so many more people understand now, even if not completely, that these things DO happen, and despite the common associations made with it, I’m not crazy, psychopathic or dangerous!! I have had an illness, just like a person with pneumonia has an illness. And I can get better, just like a person with pneumonia can get better. These things don’t go away easily, you have to work hard. You can’t ‘just eat’ if you have an eating disorder, and you can’t ‘just be happy’ if you have clinical depression, so stop treating people as if that’s going to fix all their problems!! You wouldn’t tell someone with cancer to ‘just get over it’, so think about that before you say it to someone who’s mentally ill. Believe it or not, some people actually in the profession still fuel the stigma. I once had a paramedic say to me ‘you can’t be suicidal, you’re not chronically ill. You’re being so selfish, there are people out there dying of cancer’. This was in an ambulance on the way to hospital and I was completely shocked as to how someone who had to deal with suicidal people on a daily basis could actually say this to me. People do not always need something to justify their feelings, sometimes the feelings are simply just there.

Maybe I’ll always have to fight. But I’m still here, I’m still living, and I’m still loving, and that’s all that matters for now. So let’s stop the stigma, and support the people who need support. Here’s to all of the amazing people who have helped me through this year, and all the incredibly strong people who have had to fight their own battles.”

www.mentalhealth.org.uk

www.mind.org.uk

The Simple Things – week 36

Looks like summer is definitely over – no Indian summer this year! But we’re making the most of the last few weeks of light evenings.

GD at Andover Lawn Tennis Club’s 2017 Championships, our incredibly impressive pumpkin patch!, back on the road to Sparsholt for netball (at least the countryside is glorious), another year with FoTT (not the best year, but we’re all still here), walking back from tennis with the Eldest, another dog walk with my buddy 😊, the Littlest before school.

The Simple Things – week 28

Our home continues to be busy and although recovery will take time, laughter and music has returned.  I think that I’ve been holding my breath for months; it is so good to breath again.

Our crazy pumpkin patch (once upon a time this used to be our compost heap), the Tribe and cousin in the water meadows, lunch in Stockbridge, the Littlest and friend playing on Amport Green, our minuscule frog, paddling in the Test River, sleepy Littlest.

The Simple Things – week 27

An emotional rollercoaster of a week … but, as you can see from the photos, a family back together.

The Boy meeting the local police …, the Boy with his impressive catch, the older girls together at Bishops’ Founders Day in Salisbury Cathedral, the Eldest with best friend and her puppy, first meeting, a very belated birthday celebration for GD, the Boy blowing out his birthday candles with help from the Littlest.  Joy.

The Simple Things – Week 20

I haven’t posted for ages as things have been pretty tough and the rollercoaster of life was going to get a whole lot worse from week 19.  However, I did continue to put the photos together, I was just too superstitious, for whatever reason, to post them. But now I’m going to as life has got a whole lot better.

Another early morning for the Littlest, a striking scarlet lily beetle, the Littlest looking for our noisy woodpecker chicks, a mayfly, our Boy at his first confirmation with his school chaplain at Bishop’s, stunning early morning view across the fields, the Tribe at Mottisfont.

The (not-so) Simple Things – week 19

Week 19 had some spectacular lows but also one very special event. Life is a rollercoaster right now.  We are determined that it will get better.

The Boy after his confirmation at Salisbury Cathedral with the Rt Rev David Hallatt (so proud!); visit by GD’s Kiwi uncle and godfather at Blades training; a happy moment on Northbrook when the Eldest’s wonderful friends (and siblings!) visit; what to do with chopsticks no.21; the Littlest and friend at Hatherden Fete; the high point of a rather rubbish birthday spent at the hospital – wild flowers and homemade cake; Wagamama featured heavily on the menu this week.

The Simple Things – Week 17

I am behind, but life is currently a long way off simple; week 17, however, was good.

Small, but beautifully formed, Victoria Park in Salisbury; happy Kiwi; beautiful Wiltshire countryside; grand opening of the fabulous Andover Lawn Tennis Club; the Tribe walking to the tennis club (bliss!); GCSE art of the Eldest by her amazingly, fabulous and loyal friend.

The Simple Things – Week 15

The beginning of the Easter holidays and glorious sunshine.

Good Friday breakfast (at the end of the week), some Bobbi Brown therapy for the Eldest, ducks in the garden (yup, I’m obsessed!), GD practicising for the Weston Park Blades netball camp, cycling the Test Way, spring flowers outside Beccy’s Greengrocers in Stockbridge, Hiro at home.

The Simple Things – week 12

The week when my life with the Tribe turned upside down.  All pretty crap but we got through it (eventually we’ll come out the other side) and by the end of the week we were walking together through Avebury’s ancient landscape.

The mishmash of buildings making up Royal Hampshire County Hospital in Winchester, walking the Avebury landscape with Silbury Hill behind us (at the end of a long emotional week), village donkeys Banoffe and Quiche, Danebury pathway, Holly watching our resident ducks, Stockbridge High Street from the Coffee Lab, a poster on the wall of Northbrook Ward – bizarre but it was a pretty scary week and for some reason the poster always brought everything back to basics!