Mummy JoJo UNCUT (Deluxe Edition): Time for a Mojo injection
By Jojo Fraser
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Mummy Jojo UNCUT, time for a mojo injection, is a refreshingly honest, heart-warmingly funny, take of the highs and lows of relationships, parenthood, work and family life. Set in the stunning city of Edinburgh, Scotland, join Mummy Jojo on her journey to finding her brightest mojo and her unique take on life will have you laughing, crying and e
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Mummy JoJo UNCUT (Deluxe Edition) - Jojo Fraser
When the Mojo Goes Out of Town – This One’s for Arthur
It’s so difficult to explain depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not just sadness
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JK Rowling
March 2015
Dad,
I know you don’t want to talk to me right now. I worry you are upset with me. Should I have visited you in hospital more? Are you annoyed we let them take you there? We hated having to do it, but you were not safe at home.
I worry about you. It’s so scary. I hate it. You don’t belong there. I want to see you back at home with Mum. I miss you so much.
I miss our chats. I miss your hugs. I miss all the laughs we used to have. I want you to know that no matter what you have said I will never stop loving you, Dad. I am your little girl and I always will be. You may have changed but I will always be there if you need me. I just want to see you smile again.
Please don’t be ashamed. I know you are, but you should never be. It’s not your fault. There are a lot of people that still don’t understand that a mental illness requires just as much compassion as a physical one.
You are still my hilarious, clever, caring, thoughtful, wonderful Dad. You are just fragile right now. I can see it in your eyes and I feel so powerless.
Dad, I won’t give up on you because I know you would never give up on me. When I see you get better, and I pray you will get better, Dad, I promise that I shall cherish every smile, every laugh and every hug. Somehow through this awful time I am going to have to learn to swim. Even if I want to sink because life is so sad without the real you right now. I just want to be your perfect little girl again. I wish you would let me. Depression isn’t sadness and anxiety is as real as the pain in my heart. I get it now. Dad, I am so like you in so many ways. I get how lost, alone and very afraid you must feel.
JoJo xx
I am a third child. My parents had two boys first and my Mum was happy to quit at that. As a Mum of two I get that. Life is magical yet mental with two young kids. My Dad wanted a little girl though. He talked my Mum round and there I was. His wish was granted – whoop, thanks for having me folks, I am sure it was hard work but quite frankly I am delighted to be here. (Small print – of course, if I was a little Joe instead I’m sure he would have been just as happy because we fall in love with people and character, not gender).
My Dad got his little girl he could push on the swings. They called me Joanne but when I was a little baby he held me in his arms, looked at me and said ‘you’re a JoJo’. My Dad tragically lost his eyesight when he was nineteen and my Mum, who he was dating at the time, was his rock. Despite not being able to see me clearly that morning he held me, he could sense that I was a JoJo. From that moment on I was his JoJo. A lot of my friends and family won’t know this, but whenever anyone calls me ‘Joanne’ it makes me feel uncomfortable. I’m with Dad – I’m a JoJo. Ironically, Hubs continues to call me Joanne out of habit, he loves the name. As a result, people that tune into my ‘Insta stories’ have started a # - #don’tcallmejoanne. I digress.
Dad worshipped me. I was the apple of his eye. The bond between a father and his little girl is really quite magical. I watch hubs with Bonnie and it really is something else.
Dad also calls me WYSIWYG (pronounced whizzywig). It means ‘What You See is What You Get’.
The thing is, things have changed now. My Dad, my best friend, currently wants nothing to do with me and it is breaking my heart.
I am sitting in the Royal Edinburgh hospital and I feel scared and confused. How has it come to this? I am holding Charlie who is around eight weeks old. I can hardly recognise the man in front of me. He’s now six stone instead of his usual twelve. He doesn’t have the strength to talk. He seems annoyed we are even here. I have just driven to the hospital, with my hungry milk monster baby screaming for my crazy milk filled boobs in the back of the car for half an hour. All for what? To be told to go away
by the person who thought the absolute world of me just two months ago. This man who was once my loving, funny and caring Dad is ignoring me. He is ignoring his grandchild and his Son in Law that he recently said was meant for me
. This should be the happiest time of my life. My Dad should be celebrating with us over the birth of our new baby. The problem is he can’t be happy about anything. Not even the beautiful little grandson called Charlie he has always wanted. Charlie was always his favourite name, but my Mum didn’t want it for their two boys, my big brothers. She was never a big fan of Prince Charles.
Sadly, one in four of us will experience some form of mental illness. Sometimes grief or trauma will trigger it, other times it can come from being overworked or it may be years of neglect. Stress is often the starter before the depressive monster jumps in as a huge main course, dessert and perhaps even a huge plate of cheese, chilli jam and artisan breads. Often it can appear out of nowhere and mental illnesses can attack the people we least expect. My wonderful, sweet Pop was one of those people.
When he felt the signs coming on he was too embarrassed to talk. That is the normal reaction, sadly, especially for men. We don’t like to let people down, we try to stay strong. We don’t share our problems in the UK. Initially he felt off. A bit like I feel when I am going through PMS. I question myself, my parenting and sometimes my life. I have days that I feel out of my depth. I am impatient and grumpy. I lose my balance. I feel sad even when I have so much to be happy about. Then hubs will say, what is wrong with you?
, whilst no doubt feeling tempted to download Tinder, and I realise it is that time of the month. Hormones do funny things to us. Do you know the GP’s offer antidepressants for PMS now? I’m scared of them, though.
There is still an attitude of ‘pull yourself together’ and get on with it. This can be destructive. If you are having a day where you feel emotionally flat, a day where crying is all too easy then the last words you want to hear are ‘chin up’. Wow, thanks for those wise words - I am OK now and totally loving life. High-freaking-five to the judgemental critics in us. The critics who tell someone having a full-blown anxiety attack to ‘stay calm’. Yeah right. I was once one of those judgemental people and this kind of behaviour pulled me so far away from my mojo. Judge JoJo was not living in her full mojo.
Mental health makes many of us feel awkward. For some time, my Dad put on a front when he was with people, he was in ‘overcompensation’ mode. He felt too ashamed to admit how he was really feeling. This is the normal response.
My Dad is hilarious. He reminds me of the late legend Robin Williams, funnily enough he looks a bit like him too. He has battled with anxiety for most of his life. I have picked that up too, but anxiety is so much more common than we let on.
Mental health impacts us all, because we all have a mind. A mind that is as precious as our bodies. It is easy to laugh off these pressures in public. They do say that laughter is the medicine of life. We are often encouraged to surround ourselves with positive people who lift us up. But sometimes we need to accept that we need help. We need to accept that laughter isn’t always enough. We need to accept that sometimes we cannot be glowing with the mojo. We also need to remember that the most positive people are just as vulnerable.
My Dad got scared and he tried to talk. He was trying to rationalise his irrational thoughts. Of course, the judges came out and said, pull yourself together; you have a beautiful family and a great life
. He couldn’t though. Sometimes people are too sick to just pull themselves together, or far too sad. Sometimes this thing called life gets too heavy, nobody is invincible. Depression and mental health do not discriminate. They don’t care how you look, what you earn, how beautiful your kids are, how amazing your partner is (my Mum is an angel sent from above) or how amazing your life appears to be.
So now here I am, sat in a scary hospital staring at a stranger. The medication they are giving him is making him so much worse. Which is why I fear it and would prefer to try and manage my PMS in other ways.
The doctors have absolutely no clue what to do. My family feel so helpless. My best friend; the life and soul of the party, my caring, funny, intelligent, interesting, interested Dad is gone. We are left with his body and another person. His mind is broken and the doctors can’t fix him. I didn’t know it was possible to experience grief while a person was here on this earth. I am so very sad. He thinks he is in a prison. He needs to be here though. He is not safe at home right now.
I feel so angry that my kids are being robbed of such a fun, hands-on granddad that has so much to teach them and so much to make them laugh about. I feel pain in my chest and a hard lump forming in my throat. I really am fighting with all my might to hold back the tears. I feel helpless. I can’t get through to him. Should I get a letter written up in braille and leave it with him? A letter telling him how loved he is? The thing is, he doesn’t want help. He has given up. Would he just throw it in the bin?
After ten minutes of him asking us to ‘just go’ I give my Dad a big hug and we leave.
As we get in the car feeling deflated hubs says:
I understand darling. I have been here. It was the same with my Mum when I was a boy and when I was a teenager. You need to believe that he can get better. No matter how hard he tries to push us away - we will keep going. My Mum got better, so can your Dad
.
He gets it. He is my rock when I am starting to lose faith. He is the mojo injection that I need that day.
The months go by and we keep going. I have started running and sometimes I run 8k home from the hospital to clear my head and take some calm time to deal with what is happening. Sometimes I take the kids in to try and make him laugh. The hospital is full of people on a high and they often passionately throw money at me for the kids and tell me to get them something nice. You see, young children are magical. They are wonderful and simply magical.
Dad starts to feel strong enough to go for a slow walk in the hospital grounds, which are full of bunnies hopping around. I start to find a way to communicate with him again. He has remembered his love for chocolate. He is learning to enjoy something again. It’s a small step and it’s fantastic to see him eating. I want him to gain weight so I can recognise him again.
He has not called me JoJo in over a year and it hurts. I long to hear him say the simple words he always says with so much love: Hello JoJo
.
9th April 2017
One For Arthur Becomes a Grand National Treasure for Scotland
My Dad got out of hospital. He started smiling again and slowly gained a healthy weight. They finally found some medication that helped.
This whole experience has taught me so much. It has taught me that it takes courage to talk openly. It takes strength to open up and say, I need help
. What terrifies me the most is that so many people feel so helpless by trying to keep calm and carry on that they give up. How have we let it get to this?
I am ready to enter a new age of wellness and self-care. An age where we say, deep breaths and talk about it
. We need to feel supported. We need to know that crying is OK. We need to stop judging. We need to take time to understand how vulnerable yet magical our minds are.
There have been so many times I have tried my hardest to hold back tears in front of people. Reading a good book, listening to a beautiful talk or getting lost in a movie. I just wanted to totally get lost in it, release all that tension in my throat and cry it out. I felt stupid though. It would make people feel really weird. Ouch. Holding in tears actually really