This week is Mental Health Week, and I wanted to use it as an opportunity to share my own Mental Health journey with you.
For me, my journey started about six years ago when we found out that my Mum had breast cancer. Fortunately it was caught very quickly and a small operation meant that it was “cured” quite quickly. I was only 21 at the time, and I can always remember thinking why had this happened to her, to us. I honestly didn’t realise it at the time and just brushed it off as being upset because this had happened to my mum, and to us a family.
Not long after this had happened I met my partner, Allen. After we had been together for just over a year I found out I was expecting our first baby! I was so excited but about a week after we found out I was pregnant, I started bleeding and after a horrible experience at the hospital and a week wait it was confirmed that I had had a miscarriage. About six months after this, the same thing happened again. I am not sure what it is about miscarriages but I have found from my own experience and others experiences that you want to keep it to yourself, like its your own grief to deal with. I remember the first time it happened I didn’t get out of bed for a week, I barely ate and I don’t even think I showered for a week!