About the author of Having A Baby Turned Me Batshit Crazy
Some call me Mindi but I’m also known to others as Amanda.
Adopted from Seoul, Korea at an early age and welcomed into a ‘true blue’ Aussie family in the 80’s, I tried to act surprised when my caucasion parents finally broke the news.
I grew up in a small regional town in the Newcastle area of NSW filled with angry white people and swifly moved to Sydney after completing high school and reaching 18.
Skipping uni after high school, I did things a bit backwards by going straight into the workforce and later completing a masters in business. I have been in marketing for well over 20 years and am in the process of transitioning into the field of secondary teaching.
Am I nuts?
Yes. The answer is yes.
The reason why I like to talk about the ‘professional’ Mindi is because our working lives is such a huge part of who we are. It’s not our complete identity but how we work plays a huge part in our mental health.
Many mothers are working mothers – same for dads and parents in general. Our work helps give our lives meaning and purpose, which is why I have never shyed away from it, even during the more challenging times.
Outside of a short stint working in the United Kingdom and another few years living in Sweden, Australia has been my home where I currently live with my husband and two children.
I love writing, reading, nature and gardening. I do like people but too much people-ing can be very draining, so I socialise in moderation.
I LOVE MEMES.
Check out my museum of memes on my Instagram @mindipalm
My idea of a ladies night involves being at home tucked up with takeaway, a $4.99 bottle of moscato and Netflix.
I’m still stuck in the 90’s with a vibing playlist on Spotify called, ‘Ye Olde Woman’ with hits from Powderfinger, Live, Ministry of Sound and old school Coldplay.
Putting my life story ‘out there’ is somewhat scary but also rewarding, knowing there’s a whole host of parents who’ve had similar experiences. I’d like to think that my honesty can help make a difference by further lifting the outdated stigmas about depression and anxiety.
Plus, I find humour is the best way to deal with such morbid matters.
Sometimes, life can be so shithouse, it’s just easier to laugh.