Pride after a fall. Or the highs and lows of 2020.

Five things I am proud of that I achieved in 2020:

1. When lockdown struck, I set up a you tube channel and made a video for every term time day of lockdown, to try and and help “parent educators” get through it:

2. I made this with my husband:

3. I was asked to contribute to national events on trauma informed practice and got a private audience with a minister:

4. I have reached my 5 year blogging anniversary and have continued to use my voice to try and bring about change and honest dialogue about difficult issues:

5. I asked for help and survived.

Of course, to say hasn’t been an easy year for any of us is the understatement par excellence.

But, having survived lockdown pretty well, I then began to struggle in a way that I hadn’t for many years. A perfect storm of the world, hormones and misunderstandings in relationships meant that by November, I was back at the thoughts of stones in pockets point.

If you know about the book I wrote about my previous mental health struggles, you will understand that. If not, don’t worry. If you are interested, you can find out more here:

I felt so desperate and such a ridiculous hypocrite as I showed up, day after day, going through the motions but absolutely unable to put self care into practice or see any sort of hope ahead.

But then I managed, somehow, to remember that the greatest form of self care is sometimes to admit that you need help.

And so I allowed myself to be helped.

By a few very good and trusted friends. By a psychiatrist. And by a colleague who took the time to listen and see and understand.

I know have some new information about myself. After many years of overthinking, reflecting and trying to work things out for myself, I have allowed somebody to offer an interpretation of me that gives me a chance to look at myself and my behaviours with a little less criticism and a little more compassion. I am in the early days of having this information and at some point I will share more. But for now it is helping me. It is giving me hope.

It is another part of the jigsaw.

I have used the metaphor of the jigsaw in much of my writing in the past. I think I used to believe that if I could just find that last missing piece, once and for all, my life would suddenly fall into place and be a static, complete, solid and safe entity, with its clean edges and perfectly shape corners.

But this year I look at it differently.

Once we have completed a jigsaw, we take it apart again put it in the box and next year we start a new one.

Each new jigsaw brings a new perspective, a new picture and a new sense of achievement. But it is never the end.

Wishing you all a very happy, safe and healthy 2021.

And thank you, if you are one of those who helped me: I promise that in 2021, I will offer more joy, hope and love and slightly less nonsense.

In the meantime, here are some songs that have helped me:

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