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Facebook Archive: September 2019 part two

So, after that first post was up and I got a couple of positive responses to its very small audience, I wanted to do more...so I did, the very next day. 

8th September 2019
Following on from yesterday...
Emma started the cooking process but soon got bored waiting for the eggs to boil so she waited it out in the comfort of the living room, giving me the kitchen back. Emma peeled them once cooked and cooled so she did her bit but she did that at the breakfast bar, not in the kitchen.
So, it wasn't quite as big a test as it could've been but we did it and nothing bad happened.
Emma wanted to try again today, so I let her. This time, she stayed and told me excitedly when the water was boiling and counted the minutes until the eggs were done.
It's still hard, harder today than yesterday but I'm determined to do this and Elle has agreed to try cooking something with me tomorrow. Her being older should be better for me, I think but she also knows my issues where Emma is seemingly oblivious so she'll be apprehensive about how I may react.
I can't say I'm enjoying it, it's very tiring but I'm glad to be trying, so far winning and hopefully making 'normal' more normal for us.

~Later that night, came this:

Exhausted and in bed at 7.30... Reality of fighting.
😞😞😞

~And the next day:

9th September 2019
So, today Elle has had a turn at cooking in my kitchen. She cooked frozen chicken kievs and chips. No prep work unless you count taking them out of the freezer but an all new experience of using the air fryer and a reminder of how the oven works and a reminder for me that this is okay.
She dealt with my fussiness and checking up on her without mentioning it at all, for which I am very grateful. Overall a win for us both. We've agreed to cook a roast together, all three of us, tomorrow! 😃
And I am rewarding myself with a small glass of something new 🍷(It was a Violet cosmo)t

~And a couple of days later:

11th September 2019
These munchkins right here are the only reasons I get out of bed each day. They have no idea just how important they are to me and I'm glad of that because it's too big a weight for their small shoulders to carry! My daughters, my world!
#Lucky


~Realising just how much these posts were helping me was a complete turning point!

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I am a single mum of two beautiful girls. They are my world and literally the reason I am still alive today. I have suffered severe depression and anxiety on and off since I suddenly lost my mum almost 15 years ago and those two girls are what stops the thoughts going to the darkest place in my darkest times. When I look back, I undoubtedly suffered both long before that but not in the same way, and not to the severity I suffered after. Mum's passing was a pretty big trigger, as I'm sure it would be for many people and whilst the anxieties were there, doing their thing in the background, it was only the depression I recognised and did anything about, leaving anxieties to build and worsen over time. I affectionately refer to my anxieties as crazies - there is no disrespect there, I just find a bit of satire helps my process. I refer to myself as a nutter, a loon or as bat-shit-crazy on a regular basis. After a particularly bad bout of anxiety (a month off work bad), an...