Pokemon Go - Day One

So yesterday I had a really hard therapy session; I was so tired and really struggled with the session. It was made harder as there had been another triggering incident the previous night with a member of family. Added on to that I only have one more session before we go on a break so I am worrying about that.

But, after the session I had a nap in bed and I felt a little better. And was messaged by a friend that Pokemon Go was finally available to download in the UK.

I have been a fan for so long and I had been waiting for this to come out. So I dragged myself out of bed and downloaded it. And I was so excited, while having my 'mental health day' I had been watching loads of videos on Youtube and learning up as much as possible. So I used the trick to get Pikachu as your first Pokemon, while we had a slow walk to collect Harry from school. And so far this how I am getting on which I don't think is too bad for just over an hour of being out. We ended up coming home though as I was so worn out from my therapy and my anxiety was starting to really affect me.

My world

So I thought I would share a post about my world; my 6 year old son Harry. He is the one thing that makes me keep on fighting with my mental health. Everyday he makes me laugh and is always there to ask if I am ok. He has the kindest soul that I have ever met. He has always been a very bright child and will always share 'his last rolo'.

When my Dad died suddenly in October 2015, Harry really did struggle. They were best friends; and Dad was always the one Harry would confide in when he was having problems at school. So not only did he loose a best friend but also his confidant. I was so sad to see my little man so unhappy and lost. Unfortunately his school work took a bit of a hit too; his reading development  just stopped. I think this is partly because Dad and Harry would read a lot together. So he would put off reading and I could see that the memories he had attached to reading were making it hard for him.

But 8 months on we have both healed a little bit and he now talks about Grandad with great fondness without getting upset. We have a jar where we collect any feathers we find, as Harry relates them to Grandad being around. It warms my heart to see how strong this wonderful little man is, and really shows me how to be within myself.

Thank you so much little man to keeping Mummy going; I love you so much buddy.

Love Mummy x