I remember vividly receiving the phone call from the psychologist confirming my husband’s diagnosis of PTSD. It was on the day of our daughter’s funeral.  The pregnancy that had ended too soon resulted in the child we’d never fully know, and who’d never breathe in...

As many people know, as it is not a conversation I shy away from, my fantastic hubby was diagnosed with PTSD in 2011 after his last tour of Afghanistan. The run up to and post diagnosis was a particularly difficult transition as we were in our early 20s and our lives...

I stumbled upon The Ripple Pond at a time when I desperately needed help and support living with my husband with PTSD. His illness had got so bad that I was at the end of my tether, trying to juggle being a good Mum and keeping myself healthy so that I could be the...