I had a reflexology session the other day (which pretty much doubled up as a therapy session) and we ended up discussing recovery. No surprises there. We agreed that it doesn’t matter what your circumstances are: whether you’re grieving a loss, going through a divorce, physically suffering, dealing with ptsd, dissociation or other mental health conditions, whatever it is... one thing that can make recovery ❤️‍🩹 10x harder is having young children. I absolutely hate to admit it but it’s true. If you’ve been through it, i’m sure you can relate. Having someone (or multiple little people) that 100% depend on you whilst going through a tumultuous time is tough squared. Especially if they’re not at school yet. You have to plaster together that strong facade, sticking to their routine religiously whilst placing one foot in front of the other, reciting ‘this two shall pass’ and PARK your own needs and recovery firmly till the end of the day when you’ve put your little ones to bed and hopefully they’ve drifted off into a DEEP peaceful slumber (the longer the better)... then, and only then, can you unpack everything that is going on in your head. All your emotions are free to spill out into a big fat mess or you can just sit and be still with whatever crap you’re dealing with and try to process it, free from the guilt that you might affect their sponge like brains 🧽. As you guys already know one of my biggest recurring fears during this whole process is that I’m going to be all over the place as Leo grows up and that it’s going to have an adverse effect on his development so I try to hide as much as possible during daytime! It honestly haunts me ALL THE TIME. That, and the idea that I won't be strong enough to throw him a birthday party come November. I want more than anything for him to feel loved, nurtured, supported and for him to have fun with his parents. I want stability for him. Not for me to be having constant on off weird moments. I often struggle to explain it to myself or my partner, so I don’t really want to have to explain the complexities of my brain to a poor innocent child. The whole thing also feels quite contradictory because they are the reason