Depression: it’s all just weather

I’m writing this in bed, propped up on a couple of pillows, the dog resting over my feet, the wind blowing the trees outside the window. My daughter is making pancakes, my son is playing Minecraft and my husband is emptying the dishwasher. To a casual observer, it’s a picture of a normal, happy family…

2018; the year I admit to depression

‘Bubbly’, ‘positive’, ‘a breath of fresh air’ – words that others have used to describe me this month. Scroll through my instagram or twitter feeds (@raggedgeorge) and you’ll see mostly upbeat, go-get-em posts from someone that probably looks to have being a grown-up sussed. By any account, I’m a glass half full person, taking the…

Speak the truth, even if your voice shakes

I haven’t blogged for a while. It’s not because I haven’t had anything to say – trust me, I’m rarely short of something to say. I guess I just lost my confidence.