You’re three years into therapy, and you still cry in the shower. You’ve read the self-help books, done the breathwork, and tried every damn coping strategy the internet has offered you, but you still get triggered. You still have hard days. You still feel like you’re stuck in the same painful place you’ve always been….
When you’re flared up, exhausted, or running on fumes, the idea of “finding joy” feels like someone telling you to just smile more. It’s not that simple when your body is screaming, your brain is foggy, and getting off the couch feels like climbing Everest.…
Let’s be honest: healing trauma while parenting is like trying to rebuild a house while living in it during a storm. You’re patching holes in your own foundation whilst simultaneously building a safe structure for your kids. And some days? Some days you’re just trying…
Nobody tells you this part: parenting with chronic illness means doing invisible calculations all day long. Not cute “mummy maths”. The relentless kind. The kind where you’re counting spoons, scanning your body for warning signs, and deciding whether you can afford to use your last…