*trigger warning - miscarriage, mental health. You know when something is going on in your knee or gut and you say to yourself or someone you love “something’s not quite right with my [enter part of the body]

A post from July 2025 after Lottie's first miscarriage reflecting on her experience, motherhood and trying to hold it all.

My therapist never shared much about herself with me, obviously. I would go to my sessions at her house, local to where I lived. She had a London terraced Victorian-style house and the room we had our sessions in was at the top of the stairs on the first floor.

At the start of this year I suffered severely with anxiety, depression and intrusive thoughts. As I recovered I questioned whether to talk about my mental health experience openly, would it bring it all back or make things worse? I spoke to my therapist and psychiatrist about this and they said Lottie if you’ve suffered you’re in a much better place to help others, to help others feel less alone. My experience has opened that door for me.