06/12/2021
*trigger warning*
So, this is a difficult one to post. I recently posted on our homeless journey, well the rest of November, beginning of December went from bad to worse. I realised 'temporary accommodation' isn't actually short term temporary after all. I was beginning to find evidence of mice in the house... Which later ended up them brazingly running around the bedroom🤢 pest control came and never solved the issue. It was supposed to be a magical time of year, but I'd never felt more alone, terrible mum guilt over the whole situation and had spent so much on just moving out of my house. Most of our belongings were in a storage unit. Jesse didn't even have a bed at this house, we were kindly gifted one mid December.
Despite this picture took exactly a year ago today, in the morning, I wasn't happy and smiling on the inside. That evening, whilst Jman was elsewhere, my mental health took a massive fall and I just wanted all the pain to stop there and then. I couldn't see past that and acted upon it. Luckily, someone got me immediate medical attention. It took weeks, months, the worse days and the OK days to get through it but I did, and I'm here to tell the story today.
This is something only a select few people know about and would never ever share usually. But it's not something to be ashamed of, mental health is still a tabboo subject for most and things need to change.
I've come a long way in the last year, but that doesn't mean there aren't still days,/weeks when I just want to curl up in a ball and hide from the world... But that's OK too!
Just remember, there is ALWAYS someone to talk to, whether family and friends, health professionals or a helpline. Noone needs to suffer in silence. My inbox is always open too ❤️
Instead of staying in and remembering today for all the wrong reasons, we ventured to Nottingham Winter Wonderland and safe to say my beautiful lil man enjoyed the food! ❤️ ➡️➡️Last photo➡️➡️
