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It comes in waves. Some short. Only a few moments. A few words of a short internal monologue. Maybe a few sentences. Potent. Sharp. Sometimes they sweep me far out. They take me under and keep me submerged, eyes wide open throughout. I don’t struggle. I have learnt not to struggle. I have learnt that struggling only strengthens the downward pull. Struggling with it feeds it. Fighting with it is pointless. It will always have a stronger hand. If you look it in the eye […]

Sleep deprivation is known as a form of torture so it is not surprising to […]

Emma is an International Board Certified Lactation Consultant and is listed on our Nurturing Birth directory – […]

I was just scrolling through my junk emails this evening and came across one from […]

A big shout out to the gorgeous @coral.atkinson who shared this photograph of her pregnant […]

July has been “plastic-free” month and as it draws to a close I wonder just […]