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                                  All photos courtesy of  Lovestruck Portraits

                                  All photos courtesy of Lovestruck Portraits

 

In May of 2017 I became a mom for the first time. My beautiful son was everything I could have wished for and more! I had spent most of my pregnancy like I assume all first time moms did, planning all the outings I’d take baby on, listing all the friends we’d visit and the things we would do. Little did I know I would sleep less then I had anticipated, wake up 10 times a night,  and sleep train a little boy who some nights just wouldn't stop crying. And then, on top of all that, I diagnosed with postpartum depression. I soon realized all the outings I had been planning were slowly starting to crumble into the background... until they became completely non existent. I stopped leaving my house altogether, most days I wouldn’t even put on real people clothes. I could be found sitting in my house, usually on my couch, with a BIG HOT cup of coffee in hand and still rocking my PJ’s. Most days that one or two cups of coffee were my saving grace, keeping me awake and keeping me sane when my son wouldn’t stop screaming...

Slowly after finally seeking help for my postpartum depression I finally started to want to go out, and started taking little steps to those big outings I had been planning the entire pregnancy. Usually these outings were just something simple, something that sounded easy like coffee with a friend at a near by coffee shop! However even that seemed to stressful and to much to handle at times. I was so worried and stressed about being judged for bringing my baby with me, scared that I’d be judged for him crying, or him being loud, and making to much noise, even scared I’d get judged for changing my sons diaper .... and at some coffee shops believe it or not I was judged!

Eventually we found the perfect coffee shop and it became the norm for me to pack up my little man, and take a little road trip to where I felt like me and my son were welcomed and comfortable. The half hour trip was more than worth it to get to Simply Grounded Coffee Gallery in Delisle!

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I felt so welcomed walking into their shop! Their décor is family friendly, and the staff is so personable. It's easy to relax with one of their signature ground roast coffees such as their Blizzard roast. This is just the tip of everything this small town coffee shop has to offer! My little man is welcomed with smiles and happy greetings every single time, taking all fear off my shoulders, and my husband even loves to join us for a 'coffee trip' when he isn't working. 

The shop moto is “be sweet, be bold, be inspired” and this is a perfect description of not only the shop, but also the owner. Carol is super sweet, bold and quirky (just check out her shoes!) and as inspiring as one could be with all love and time she puts into her coffee shop and efforts to support all things local! All thebaked goods are made in store; like their SWEET home made Oreo’s, their BOLD roasted coffee is roasted exclusively for Simply Grounded in Outlook Sask., and the INSPIRED décor and word art displayed throughout the building is shop swag or created by amazing local businesses.  Looking around the coffee shop it is so easy to feel that inspiration!

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One of the sayings I saw really spoke to me and has become my daily mantra! “Be a pineapple”. That may sound ridiculous but bare with me... “Be a pineapple, stand tall, wear a crown and be sweet on the inside”. As a new mom, most days I feel like that old sock that you lost under your bed as a child, but by doing something as simple as driving a half hour and having coffee I am able to feel human and proud. Seeing this quote truly has inspired me to look at myself and feel my self worth, not only as a mother, but as a human! Who knew that getting coffee could be so instrumental to my mental health!?

Simply stated- Simply Grounded Coffee Gallery is a perfect addition to the town of Delisle. If you are a coffee lover who loves feeling like not only a valued customer but like a friend to the staff, love to eat good food- especially baked goods, enjoy delicious caramel macchiatos and Saskatchewan roasted coffee, then the half hour drive from Saskatoon is absolutely worth it!

 
 

MWSE Guest Blogger

The Fabulously Unfit Girl's Guide To Health & Wellness: let's talk.

Let's talk about something extremely personal. 

 

Something almost everyone who knows me is surprised to learn I have Bi-Polar disorder. And not just a little bit. I have full blown Bi-Polar 1 disorder and have my whole life - and although I was diagnosed at 18, I was never fully and properly treated or made to understand what I was dealing with until my late 20s. I have a family doctor, a psychiatrist, an ObGyn, and a maternal psychiatric specialist that are all fortunate enough to have me as a patient. Ha. I take 3-4 different medications daily, some twice a day, and I will have to for the rest of my life. 

 

Some people will suggest that you can control an illness like mine with breathing exercises, physical activity, diet, or yoga and green tea. Those people are wrong. They are ignorant and need to get informed. In short, until they decide to hit up a library, they can go f**k themselves.

 

People also assume that being bipolar means simply that you have mood swings. Nope. Wrong. In the simplest way I can explain it, it's like you are either in the deepest depression or high as a kite. And I don't mean sad or happy, although those are emotions that can come into play. I'm talking about crippling depression that will keep you in bed for days, so anxious you can't breathe, angry, sad, and desperate. I'm talking about highs so extreme that people will think they are invincible, not sleep for a week, spend money on ridiculous things, choose terrible partners, and take on far too many tasks. Being in a manic (high) cycle can make you feel magic - but like my psychiatrist says, magic comes at a price. Long story short - what goes up, must come down. And when it does, it's a not a gentle landing. 

 

Let me tell you a story... 

 

Last winter I experienced one of the worst lows of my life. It went and on and on and got worse and worse. I would get up every day, get dressed and put my makeup on, and go to work with a big smile for each of my clients like everything was fine. Everything wasn't fine, I felt like I was drowning. I was functioning but only as an empty shell - like a puppet. I would come home and take out my frustration on my husband, I didn't want to engage in any social activities, I was confused and angry all the time. 

 

After my household was asleep I would get up about 3:30am every night and have such an intense anxiety attack that I would often throw up and sit crying on my bathroom floor. My best friend Ted was always by my side... for anyone who doesn't know Ted, he's a big, adorable rescue mutt that I got just in time to save his life from being shot, after living the saddest life a dog could live. And yet, time and again, I wonder who has really saved who? 

 

Finally, one night or early morning, my husband woke up to find Ted and I on the bathroom floor. He knew this had been happening but hadn't seen it for himself to fully understand where I was at. 

 

The next day he told me he wanted to put me in the hospital. My mind raced... what would people say?... this would be on my medical records... my career would never be the same... people will lose all kinds of respect for me... I simply said "If you do that, I will never, ever forgive you."

 

To which he replied, "Well I will never, ever forgive myself if I come home to a dead wife."

 

Never had I considered suicide. Let me be clear about that. I am WAY too stubborn for that. Ha. But the fact that my husband saw that as an end game for what was happening was like a cold shower. The jig was up, I couldn't live like that anymore. My meds had stopped working, I hated my psychiatrist, and I was sick. Plain and simple. 

 

Luckily (very, very luckily), I had access to someone who manages a psychiatrist's office who had always spoken so highly of the doctor she works for. She is a beautiful person and so very compassionate. I swallowed my pride and explained what was going on and asked for help. I saw him within a week. He tweaked my diagnosis, changed my meds, added some new ones, and focused on the holistic things I could do to help myself. He actually listened to me. He asked my husband to attend my appointment to understand the illness. Nobody had ever done that before. Most importantly, he didn't talk down to me. 

 

Let's get something straight. Somebody can have all the degrees in the world but nobody is an expert on a mental illness like the person who has it. Trust me on that. 

 

Flash forward to 2017 and a year of new treatment and a good doctor. I feel really good. I can't say great because I don't think I ever feel totally great. It's something I still deal with everyday and always will. But I'm happy, I'm social, I'm lucky to have a job (correction, jobS) that I love. I try to put effort, research, humour, and kindness into everything I do. I appreciate the life I've been given and I try my best to take care of myself. 

 

I love my husband and I am nice to him... Most of the time. Ha. JK, he's seriously the best. 

 

... And Ted is still my best friend. 

Photo by Leslie Kent.

Photo by Leslie Kent.

Photo by Leslie Kent.

Photo by Leslie Kent.

 

This blog series is about health and wellness. Mental health still has a huge stigma around it, and until we can accept these illnesses just like any other that needs to be diagnosed and treated, people will continue to suffer. Not everyone is as stubborn as me, not everyone is so stubborn that they refuse to let an illness beat them. Not everyone has an amazing husband, friends, family, and dogs that are by your side the second they sense something is wrong. 

 

People without support systems will continue to live in poverty, battle addictions, resort to crime, and alienate their loved ones. People will continue to fill our hospitals, jails, and shelters. People will also appear to live completely normal lives, but come home and suffer in silence. 

 

Open your minds, open your ears, and get informed. You might just be the person to help someone who is struggling. 

 

If you or anyone you know feel that you need help, ask for help. As Canadians, we have access to health care. Use it. It's there for you. 

 

Take care of yourselves and love each other. 

 

Katie

Xoxo

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January 25, 2017 is the Bell Let's Talk day of mental health awareness that raises money for mental health initiatives. Talk, text, or use social media and let the world know your story. 

January 25, 2017 is the Bell Let's Talk day of mental health awareness that raises money for mental health initiatives. Talk, text, or use social media and let the world know your story.