Before I start, I want to let you know that I do acknowledge that not every  mother manage to breastfeed and I am not here to let anyone feel shitty about themselves, especially just being a mother is already hard enough.

But if you were to come up to me and say ‘no, [breast is not best], well-fed babies are’, then I’m gonna have to disagree with you, whole-heartedly. Super-duper disagree. Big fat nope.

A well-fed baby should be the MINIMUM requirement— else you might as well starve the baby to death.

I can give you McDonald’s or a slice of premium steak — You cannot possibly think that ‘as long as I am fed, that’s the best’. There’s a whole galaxy difference in both of them!!! Like heaven and earth?!?! Unless the other option is to starve to death, then okay, I guess McDonald’s isn’t that bad.

Continue reading “Breast is best and you can’t change my mind.”

Everyday is an achievement

I’d really like to thank all my friends for the massive support for opening this webpage as well as for my previous post on my experience with depression. We had over 140 readers in a day! Talk about milestones (tee-hee). Unfortunately my ads for this website isn’t up and running yet so I didn’t earn anything, BUT STILL! Never thought anyone still bother to read blogs, especially my content-less blog..

I was ashamed when I was first diagnosed 4 years ago. Despite mental health issues prevalence of 1 in every 4 people, it wasn’t a norm, it wasn’t publicly accepted. Now I no longer hide. I openly disclose my depression in hopes to build awareness in others. I wont lie that deciding to write this post took a lot of courage. But if I could stop 1 single person from getting to where I was, it would be worth being judged by everyone. I really do not want anyone to go through the same, and I hope people would seek help instead of hiding behind a mask.

That wasn’t how I started however. I didn’t felt ‘unhappy’. I didn’t avoid seeing my GP or refused to seek help for my mental health. I didn’t know I was depressed. I was a relatively happy-go-lucky A&E doctor. I loved my job, I love my patients and most importantly I love my colleagues. I laughed at work with my colleagues, made jokes to cheer up my unfortunate patients. Did I notice something was amiss? No.

Continue reading “I have depression and please stop telling me to cheer up.”

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