About the author, Mindi Palm
The most expensive part of having kids is all the wine you have to drink
I wash dishes, wipe bums and pay bills too
I was born in Seoul, South Korea and a few years later adopted by a true blue Australian family. When I was old enough to understand, I pretended to look surprised by the news that I wasn’t the biological daughter of my white ‘fair dinkum’ parents, but was actually adopted from another country with fellow yellows that all had the same bad haircuts.
Fast forward to today and I’m now happily married with a 5-year-old son and a 2-year-old girl. Now that we live in the Nordic, we dream of turning pro and touring the world as a family band. We live in Stockholm, Sweden and do unglamorous things that 99% of the population do but don’t post about on Instagram. These activities include but are not limited to:
- Making a living and arguing over bills
- Wiping surfaces, wiping bums, wiping faces
- Raising decent, kind and compassionate human beings
- Looking at memes, sharing memes, making memes
- Trying not to go crazy in a world gone mad
- And other fun KPI’s that make up being an adult
Having A Baby Turned Me Batshit Crazy
Why did I write a book about my journey through PND, OCD, PTSD and GAD? Because I hope to shed truth and light on one of the most highlighted issues today in modern motherhood: mental health. As I like to say, if you’re not going crazy, you’re not doing it right.
As a teenager, I became confused and awkward without the help of the internet. I was lucky to not have to deal with the anxiety and complications that social media brings. Though I managed to narrowly escape the tyranny of Twitter, I can see the damaging effect it has on both the young and impressionable, old and wise.
We all curate our lives to some degree. Social media is notorious for people telling the world how wonderful they are. We all love to openly share our achievements and accomplishments, signing off on our #humblebrag posts with #blessed #bestlife and #livingthedream but what are we masking? Why are we hiding? Behind the filters, façades and flawless images are real mothers whose private lives look exactly the same as yours and mine.
Rarely do you see a post with a new mum showing off her podgy post-birth belly or that hot mess moment we scream at the kids. When was the last time you saw a post of a mother being sprayed with poo, wee and vomit? Or a parent toilet training a tot while simultaneously containing their inner rage? The not-so-Insta-worthy side of us rarely comes out in public and conveniently, we forget to post about it.
My book will hopefully lift the lid off the superficiality that is the polished beast of modern motherhood in an age where authenticity seems to be dissolving. Read it and know that 99.99% of us think, feel and act much alike when it comes to bump, birth and baby, however, we’re all in it together.