Autumn run through Cedar Cottage

  I’ve just come back from my first run ever! Well, in a really long time at least. 10 years ago, when I was lonely in Scotland I started a one-minute-run, one-minute-walk effort on a trail along a disused railway line. And I’m sure I’ve made some efforts since, but let’s just say ever since…

The rush of knowing you’re not (that) Crazy anymore

One of the coolest benefits of mental health is that remembering yourself crazy can give you quick hit of endorphins, a kind of hindsight superpower. What I mean is that nowadays, no matter what is going on or wrong, I can easily call up a memory from Before – i.e. before I found the medication,…

Walking in Circles

I was worried on our trip that my older son, nearly six, would get bored and then pester everyone to death for more tv, more treats and generally more attention. He’d deserve it too, since his little brother, two, is very clever at staying in the cute spotlight, and his only nearby playmate would be…

Saying ‘So what?’ to flaws

(Halfway through our 9-hour flight home. Looking tired, but still smiling) One reason I keep comparing this recent family holiday to England with the one four years ago is because the similar circumstances let me compare the real-world effects of my work to deal with depression and anxiety. The first trip I was just about…

Travelling Crazy – a two-, four-, six-year study

It’s easier to travel while sane than crazy. As evidence I produce my two nearly identical holiday circumstances: 3 weeks with in-laws 8 time zones away, plus toddler(s). The first trip, four years ago, resulted in my decision to take anti-depressants for the rest of my life. The second, last month, with double the preschoolers, resulted…