I’m ashamed of my internalized misogyny.

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I used to hate getting cat-called. I was underage and the men whistling and shouting were just that, men. They were adults. I was a teenager. I was very clearly a child.

In the warmer weather, I would be careful not to wear anything too revealing as not to provoke them more. I would feel like I was going to have a panic attack at worst and uncomfortable at best whenever these grown men would intimidate me. I hated it. But it was an indicator that I was attractive and as a young girl, that’s all I wanted to be.

Your suffering is valid even if it doesn’t inspire a work of art.

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I’ve experienced periods of poor mental health for as long as I can remember. And in that time, I have never been able to use my pain to produce a masterpiece that changed the world. I was too busy barely functioning to be some kind of tortured genius.

The notion that a mental illness is more valid or more “worth it” if it produces something beautiful or profitable is not only disturbing, but it is also ableist. Having a mental illness, particularly during lapses, is often debilitating. Many are accompanied by Executive Dysfunctionwhere it’s difficult for the person affected…

I write to help survivors. But I also write to educate perpetrators. This is what happens when they don’t want to learn.

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I began writing in 2020 about my experiences of being estranged from my parents as a result of a lifetime of abuse. It took an indescribable amount of courage not only to write about it but to admit to myself that what happened was wrong. I wrote a piece titled “Why I Distrust Parents of Estranged Children” after hearing about the stories my mother was telling others about me. She was careful to paint herself as the victim in a ploy to discredit anything I could say if I dared to speak out.

I held in my anger for a…

Motherhood takes a lot from a woman. But it doesn’t mean it has to be lost forever.

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Of all the things I lost when becoming a mother, I didn’t expect to lose my sex drive. I was a first-time mum and had no idea of the difficulties that lay ahead. I struggled with antenatal depression and postnatal depression, which left little room in my mind to even think about being intimate with my husband.

According to statistics, a woman’s interest in sex returns around three months after they have given birth, but it’s normal if this takes longer. I struggled to find that last part reassuring. Almost two years after giving birth, I still struggle with intimacy…

I was a caring daughter to the very end. And to the very end, I still wasn’t good enough.

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It was a quiet December morning when I saw my mom for the last time. I was happy and content in my little flat with my little family. I was newly married and newly a parent, not to my own child but to my younger sister, Lucy. It was a little strange becoming a parental figure to a teenager, but I was happy that we were all safe. I had escaped my abusive mother’s clutches first and prayed Lucy would see sense and follow suit. It took time but finally, the phone call came:

“Laura I need you to come…

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Hello everyone,

This newsletter is a little more personal than previous ones. I have been struggling to run Family Matters and take care of my mental health at the same time. The publication hit 2k followers this month. We are a family-run publication and I did not expect such growth. Whilst I am so happy that people like our articles and want to write for us, I have been incredibly stressed trying to run the publication successfully and it has been affecting my mental health.

I work at a hospital and I am a mother. I am also studying part-time…

Bad moments do not make you a bad mom.

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Dear Me,

You are enough. I know you don’t believe me, so let’s examine the evidence.

You choose to be brave

You were never taught resilience or emotional regulation. The example you were set by your parents was to give up if things got difficult and to blame others for your problems. You regularly get impulses to do this. Yet you chose to be brave.

You put yourself in scary situations so you can make your little girl proud. You don’t give up when things get difficult, so she can see success comes from experiencing failure. Even on your bad days, you force yourself to…

Even if you mean no harm, this question can be deeply hurtful.

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“When are you going to have another one?”

It’s very socially acceptable to ask this question. Expected even. In fact, I used to ask people this before I became a mother. I know from experience this question is perfectly innocent and asked out of curiosity. But the question itself isn’t what makes me uncomfortable. It’s the follow-up statements when I say I’m not sure I want another child.

“She needs a sibling.”

“Don’t you think it’s time for another one? Maybe this time you will have a boy.”

“You don’t want them to have too much of an age gap.”

Their relationship is toxic and we should not aspire to be like them.

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Eighty-two million households watched Bridgerton in its first twenty-eight days on Netflix. I was one of them. I binged the series in two days, unable to switch it off. The diverse cast, the beautiful costumes, and the steamy romance are what attracted me to the series. The UK is currently in lockdown, and now more than ever people need an escape from the monotony of their lives. Bridgerton provided that escape for many, and whilst I enjoyed it, I left the series feeling uncomfortable.

The romance between Daphne and Simon is captivating, even addictive. It’s nice to see two people…

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February is the month of Valentine’s Day. But are you showing love to yourself?

Parents struggle to be kind to themselves. And it’s no wonder, with statistics showing that 90% of moms and 80% of dads feel judged for their parenting.

If this sounds like you, then you may want to enter our February writing prompt which challenges you to write a love letter to your parenting self. You can find out more here.

The Winner of January’s Writing Prompt

Last month we challenged you to write about what changes you planned on bringing to 2021 in terms of your parenting.

The winning entry is Challenging Life Lessons 2020 Taught Me About Being A Mother by Keri Anne Johnson.


Laura Fox

I write to heal myself and others. laurafoxwriter@gmail.com

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