My ‘White Cat’ is the flip side of ‘My Black Dog’. It seems only fair to explore what drives being with depression and not just how I move through it.
Christmas means so much to so many people and each meaning is different. For some it is creating the magic and wonder of Christmas for little children and feeling enthused by their joy, for some it is finding that perfect gift for that special person in their lives, for others it is cooking up a magnificent feast for visiting family and friends...
The collapse and closure of our 10 year comedy theatre business that coincided with the birth of our beautiful son was followed by the darkest journey of my life into the black abyss that was post natal depression. I emerged three years later feeling like I’d been through the opening train wreck scene of Harrison Ford’s movie ‘The Fugitive’ and I began to think, what now? Life had changed irreversibly and so had I.
Over the many years of sitting with counsellors and therapists to help me through the challenges life bought me that usually resulted in another bout of depression or anxiety, I recall some ‘pearls of wisdom’ that were shared with me as I desperately searched for an inner peace and a reprieve from the constant churn of anxiety within my head and body.