I’m surprised I’m not dead. The music industry was a hedonistic place in the noughties. It was all about having fun and getting fucked up. People who indulge don’t generally come out the other side. Having children triggered responsibilities.
Donating my breast milk to Hammersmith hospital was an amazing thing to do. It became obvious my daughter wasn’t going to take it. I pumped it into freezer bags and then it was sterilised and given to premature babies, because their mothers’ milk hadn’t come in yet.
Spending three months in a psychiatric ward wasn’t a positive experience at the time, but I came out of it slightly healthier than when I went it. I’d been trying to harm myself so I was under close supervision. One thing I learned while there was about the formative years and attachment parenting. Both my parents were busy when I was young and so I try to make myself less busy for my children now.
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