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Journeys out of postnatal depression

August 22, 2018August 22, 2018 MumVoice

A page of courage + hope. Stories about how women have fought postnatal depression, baby blues and anxiety. What they did and what worked.

June 27, 2018June 28, 2018 MumVoice

I won’t be THAT sort of mum…

February 13, 2019February 13, 2019 MumVoice

Grocery shopping with two kids

February 13, 2019February 13, 2019 MumVoice

Having a baby and hating my husband. How it’s absolutely not like a Richard Curtis movie.

January 21, 2019January 22, 2019 MumVoice

@ItsMostlyOkay talks to us about her journey as a blogger, how she got trapped in the numbers game and how she learnt to write for herself again.

September 19, 2018September 23, 2018 MumVoice

Tiffany – how she coped with acute depression after her second baby and how she found a way back to health and happiness

August 27, 2018 MumVoice

Frankie – taking a walk around the block was the start of something much bigger and more beautiful

August 24, 2018January 22, 2019 MumVoice

My journey out of post natal depression – by Antonia

August 24, 2018 MumVoice

Ruth – dealing with severe PND and getting an excellent well rounded care plan in action

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Hi! I’m Antonia, British blogger, Mum to two wild things and one very domesticated cat. Founder of MumVoice.com, a platform for opening up bravely honest conversations about Motherhood and championing Mumpreneurs.

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Review of the No7 Glycolic Peel. Swipe for photos before and after. I’ve been using this for just a couple of weeks at home and really loving it. You apply the small viles to your skin. Leave ten minutes then neutralise and moisturise. It’s helped clear up pigmentation problems I’ve got on my forehead from two pregnancies and also help clear spots (break out from stress). The morning after the treatment my skin is always especially clear and almost shiny like it used to be when I was a teenager. This strips the top layer off your skin revealing the younger and healthier skin underneath. I’ve had zero redness of problems. I had been using a manual exfoliator and actually that had been causing more problems to my skin. This genuinely works. The only product I’ve ever bought that improves my skin tone and appearance of spots. And it’s only £15! Really I will be recommending to everyone. I’d be careful if you’ve got sensitive skin or had laser or more intense chemical peels. But I love love love it. And I shall continue reporting back how good my skin is improving with this. I’ve also started taking a high dose vitamin C and a multi nutrient. I’m sure these help too. Report back if you’ve neeen using it what you think. . . #no7 #glycolicpeel #youngerskin #mum #35 #mumskin #mummy #mummymakeup #skin #healthyskin #glowingskin #chemicalpeel #homekit #beautyroutine

A little ditty about how angry I get at my partner.... . Sometimes I burn with rage inside and my head turns hot and I threaten to throw the pot. At your head. But I don’t. But my anger isn’t justified and I’m starting to loose my trust inside. I can’t stand your ruthless cross examination. So here’s my proclamation. My emotions may not be rational, but they’re still valid you animal. . I walk away. I slam a door. . I walk back. . Look, I had a point already. You let me down. You don’t understand the pain and hurt right now. . I know I have to grasp my swirling thoughts and stop my hand from grabbing the car keys as I look (suddenly very old) and distraught. I have to wrestle this warty dragon in my head. This wonky awful feeling of dread. I carry on determined to win. I’m smart and arrogant and about to begin, again, but, My daughter walks in the room. MORAL DILEMMA. How much am I willing to let it go? The psycho, the bravado the volcano that just blew out the windows. . The wings come off my plane. I soared too high. My daughter hugs my legs and cries. Well, now I’ve lost I think. I’m breaking her perfect world view. I can’t be a monster to her too. . Right on cue. . The baby does a fart. . I come apart. . We make it through another day. It ends up being quite a good day. In fact. . But next time you ask me ‘what’s the matter?’ And it’s not yet 8am, I’m going to say. . Nothing.

I try to get 8 hours sleep a night. I try to fill my 3hrs commuting a day with inspiring and informative podcast. I try to pack my breakfast & lunch before I leave the house so I eat organic home made food. I try to do a 5 day week in 4 days. I try to spend time with both my kids in the morning whilst I try to dress to look like a functioning human being and I try to shower most mornings and once a week I even try to shave my legs. I try to exercise once a week I try to spend Thursdays giving Otis one on one time and I try to do the school run with Lumen on time with everything she needs in her school bag. I try to plan interesting weekends for the kids and be fully present. I try to renew all our memberships particularly lumen’s gymnastics membership in time before they call me. I try to remember to RSVP the landslide of party invites my 4 yo gets. I try to talk with the nanny to check she’s ok. I try not to loose my shit when the trains are delayed. I try to see my daughter every night when I get in at 7:30pm. I try to spend 15 minutes with her and so then I try not to resent only having an hour and a half before bed myself. I try in that hour and a half to eat something small but nutritious, or dye my hair or do some yoga or watch some tv with my husband. I try to attend networking evenings for mums in tv and film. I try not to look too tired. I try to place the mourning for my beloved friend somewhere safe but restricted as I do my fear about my son being ill with chickenpox whilst I go to work. I try to FaceTime my kids at work so I can breathe easier but I try not to roar like a lion too because whilst it makes them laugh it makes me look like a weirdo in the glass meeting room roaring into a phone. I try to keep a sense of humour because dear god this is a challenging time in my life. I try to not let my kids childhood slip me by unnoticed. I try to remember to tell my husband I’m so bloody thankful to have him and I love him. I recognise this is mad to other people but sometimes I don’t know how to cut back. HOW DO YOU PRIORITISE??

Hi! I haven’t done an introduction for ages and so thought it worth an (embarrassing) but always insightful hi! I’m Antonia and working tv mum. I’m a production manager mostly working with comedy tv. I had no intention of returning to work but 4 years after having kids I was called to cover for a week and ended up realising how much I’d missed it and was asked to stay. I’ve battled anxiety and post natal depression (situational depression) after my first. I’ve really found a tonne of coping mechanisms for anxiety and often share them here and they’ve transformed my life. I’m a highly sensitive person and so I feel things BIG 😂😆❤️. My long suffering husband is the opposite and I’m used to his eye rolls whilst I wax lyrical or bemoan a job ‘crisis’ (everything is a crisis of a revelation to me ✌🏼🔥). i blog more fully at mumvoice.com (link in profile). Recently I’ve been eating much more clean. Cut out caffeine and trying to cut out all stimulants and eat wholefoods and supplements. It’s been transformative (would it be any other way for me? #livingmybestoprahlife). But, honestly, my skin, my moods, my energy and my positivity have been SINGING. Most of my stories are about what I’m cooking 👩🏼‍🍳 these days, so don’t click on that unless you want to be assaulted by wholegrain porridge’s and supplement recommendations. I’m quite faddy, quite funny, very bat shit crazy but A for enthusiasm. I’m here just sharing my day to day stuff. What excites me and what is difficult for me. . Sharing human experiences. I’ve made great friends 😆. Not it in for the numbers, in it for the writing and authenticity 🔥❤️. Here’s to a kick ass week ahead 💪🏼👯‍♀️🦸‍♀️. #mummyblog #mumblog #honestmum #funnymum #workingmum #writer #funny #ukmum #londonmum

Christ, I have remarkable friends. Honestly I couldn’t write a script to reflect this bunch. Rude, complex, emotional, deeply true, imperfect, hilarious, courageous souls. Today I am in mourning for loosing our dear Polly (second from right). Here she is looking a bit like a sassy Adele. She had a wild appreciation of music. It moved her deeply and today as I listen to every song, every song is singing to her, reminding me what she taught me, reminding me not to forgot, that life is for living and feeling all the feelings - even if bloody hard. Nothing is a celebration of life more than the arts - and music in particular. I always wondered where Polly got her courage from and I think music helped her 🎧. aa I more her I’m also overwhelmed with deep gratitude that I’m here on this spinning rock. That the sun is indeed shining on my yellow velvet trousers whilst I drink my coffee and sob in the corner of Starbucks. I’m reflecting on the beauty of my friendships and what they’ve brought me. There’s a few more women I’d like to add to the picture but you get the idea. I’ve got a coven. None of these folks are scared to tell me like it is. Life is richly complex and we go through the winding path of adulthood, changing, making mistakes, adding bits to our personality. It can be hard to stay connected at times. To deal with hurt and jealousy and miscommunication. But that’s life, no friendship is untouched by these things but loving a friend and being loved through all of this? That’s beautiful. I’ve learnt in my mid thirties that we can’t talk everyday (like I’d wish 😆), or even every month!! But I have friendships that mean everything to me and sometimes I honestly think ‘Christ, I’m so lucky this person wants to be my friend for so long!’ 😆😆😆. To friendships that change us, help us grow, support us and make us laugh till tears spring involuntarily - although to be fair we’re more likely to pee ourselves these days. . #friendship #love #cysticfibrosis #polly #death #grief #sadness #girlfriends #sisterhood #weddingday #laughter #mywedding #friends #coven #blog #motherhood #change

INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY. I’d love to take this day to draw attention to the work of doulas and midwives. I have been utterly blessed in my births to have the most courageous, authentic and smart women helping and cheerleading me. It’s been a real eye opener for me to turn up in those first hours of labour, a little bit scared, a big bit vulnerable and to feel the guiding hands of such fabulous women. Zero judgement, no interest in where I come from, what my accent is like, what my body looks like, what my job is. They’re there to help protect my space and give me the best possibility for the birth outcome I wanted. Just pure love for what these women do. That’s true sisterhood. To say ‘I’m here for you, what do you need? You’ve got this. I believe in you. I’ll be with you every step of the way’. I wish more women experienced this before during and after birth (and throughout their lives!). To not feel demanding when asking for something they need, but to be utterly supported. That room with four women in my second birth - we weren’t to be messed with. I could feel the power of our collective consciousness. That door was shut to the world and I was protected by those women until my baby was safely earth side. They might have looked like a ‘lovely’ collection of friendly women, but they all have firey souls. Women can love and care with steely determination. I remember saying to my midwife ‘where’s this baby? It’s been hours’. She basically told me to buckle up 😆😆. There’s a time for sympathy and then there’s a time for telling someone to get ready to dig deep, to head upstream, to put my sail into the wind. Our world is changing so fast and whilst there’s a lot to moan about we also seem to be turning the juggernaught of birth back in favour of women. Doulas are growing in popularity and it’s a wonderful thing to know more women will feel so held, listened to and RESPECTED during the transformative time birth and motherhood. ❤️❤️❤️ (doula Zara can be found @doulabud )

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