I have tried therapy a couple of times, but it hasn't worked.
You can go to the doctor a million times if you're feeling down, and get nowhere, but if you go for a run it makes you feel really good.
I read everything and anything. I love books.
I didn't have any problem bonding with Honey, but I was plagued with insecurities about my ability to bring up my baby.
People say, what is she thinking? I'm thinking: fun; cash; travel.
It's horrible, horrible, horrible. It took a year and a half until I found out that I had post-natal depression.