I was just about to go to bed when Nicky woke up. He still isn't too happy, a bit unwell still. I had to give him a breastfeed to put him back down, and it worked. Sometimes while he's been sick I've done whatever he wants me to to help him get to sleep. I feel a bit stupid now. Given that i've gone through what I have with Nicky's sleeping problems and the success that I've had, I thought I was qualified to help others. I don't know about this anymore. In the words of Brad today (on an issue unrelated to this one) I should 'practice what I preach'. I thought this when I first joined Minti: Who am I to offer anyone advice?

Case you didn't realise I'm feeling particularly hard on myself at the moment. I've opened up and told people about what I've gone through and I feel like people are turning their backs. This is a huge problem for depression. The stigma surrounding mental illness prevents some people from sitting up and taking notice. Unfortunately some of these people might be in denial themselves.

Whoops Nicky's just woken up again. Like I said "What do I know?"