When I was 36 weeks pregnant, I was single, a tad bit lonely and dad’s dog had just passed away, so we decided to go get a puppy so I had something to look after before my first born arrived. Now, I was warned by EVERYONE that it was a bad idea, because puppies and babies are so much work, however I didn’t listen, dad got a puppy and here I was taking care of it …and 3 weeks later, a baby girl too.

Do you remember those movies we watched as kids and never thought anything of the storyline, only to realise when we watch those same movies again when we’re old older that there’s such a deeper meaning to the story? More often than not we can really learn a thing or two from the story which will hit home for most of us.

It was this time 10 years ago that I broke free from one of the most painful parts of my life - DV. Here's a little more on my story.

When I fell pregnant about five odd years ago, parenting advice generally came from family or friends, however with social media being such a huge platform for others to voice their opinion about breast versus bottle, there’s one thing to remember: fed is best.

Today I read an email from a follower of mine that bought a tear to my eye. She is a new mum to a beautiful baby boy and a beautiful person, inside and out. But she told me that she feels depressed and has lost herself after becoming a mum. It broke my heart, because I can remember those feelings...