Tamworth Post Natal Depression Support Group

Remember...a layer of dust protects the Wood beneath it.

'A house becomes a home when you can write 'I love you' on the furniture '

I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect - 'in case someone came over'. Finally I realized one day that no-one came over; they were all out living life and having fun!

NOW, when people visit, I don't have to explain the 'condition' of my home .

They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun.

My favourite poem for all mums

I hope my child looking back on today
Remembers a mum who had time to play
Children grow up while you’re not looking
There’s years ahead for shopping and cooking
So quieten now cobwebs
And dust go to sleep
I’m rocking my baby
Because babies don’t keep

Just give me a hug it’s a little thing to ask
Forget about the passion I can’t manage that.
I can’t be seductress, I can’t act the part
Even though I love you with an aching heart.

Don’t ask me when I have no way of knowing
When the old me will come back and start growing.
Please don’t get angry and don’t let me down
I need you to stand with feet firm on the ground.

Be there behind me, catch me when I fall
Then hold me to you and save me from all.
I know I have changed and the baby’s all I see
I try hard to find time to get your tea.