#49: Self-care reminders: 3 things I learnt (again) from a series of unfortunate events
Update: 2023-05-10
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Last Thursday, I tripped and fell at 34 weeks pregnant. 36 hours later, my husband Tom and I were driving home in peak hour Melbourne traffic, when suddenly, a Ute slammed into the back of our SUV.
My logical brain quickly swooped in and told me we're all okay so there's no reason to be sad. But I was sad. I was devastated. I was depleted. I was genuinely scared of what might happen next.
I felt like curling into a ball and crying but I felt as though my tears were unjustified because well, we were all okay. Physically, we were fine.
Then, I remembered something my psychologist told me.
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