Louise Thompson took to Instagram on Sunday, where she posted snaps from her family holiday to Greece.
The former Made In Chelsea star, 33, showed off her gym-honed frame in a plunging ʙικιɴι while holding son Leo.
In another pH๏τograph, she slipped into a chic black swimsuit, while elsewhere she posed in a slate grey bodysuit worn with a denim shirt,
Louise captioned her post: ‘Having a little snoop through some holiday pH๏τos and selecting a few of my favourite ‘feel-good’ outfits.’
Louise has been battling PTSD and anxiety following her son’s birth in November 2021 and has been open about her deliberating mental and physical symptoms over the past 18 months.
Louise recently revealed that she didn’t talk to her fiancé Ryan Libbey for six months and ‘couldn’t look at him’ after the traumatic birth of their son, Leo.
She explained that they were ‘mutually paralysed’ by the ‘medical events’ and found it impossible to talk ‘whilst still living in the terror.’
Alongside a video of them playing tennis in the kitchen, the TV personality, admitted that the only time they could speak was when they played sport.
She revealed in the open and honest Instagram post: ‘Playing indoor tennis and shooting the breeze…except we’re actually talking about some pretty heavvvvvy s***. Turns out it’s the only way we know how to.’
Louise continued: ‘I wonder how many of you thought you were good at talking about your feelings? I’ve always been someone that LIKES talking.
‘Frankly I could talk the hind legs off a donkey. And I’ve always been someone that likes to talk about ‘the deep stuff’. I love therapy and equally love a good chin wag with friends.
‘In fact there are few things I love more than getting stuck into a DMC with someone. Us humans are social creatures and when we talk we feel more connected. That feeling of connectedness is one of the reasons I enjoy posting on here.
‘I count myself as one of the lucky ones because of my ability to talk to anyone about anything. I almost find it easier talking to a total stranger than someone closer to home…a bit less judgement that way.
‘The Uber driver. The DPD delivery man. My next-door neighbour. They’ve all been my therapist at one point. I’m an oversharer and frankly unbearably honest (about my own stuff). I guess it’s the nature of the business I’ve been in for the last 15 years.
‘There’s not a lot of room to hide. If you go about the business of trying to keep secrets it only serves to catch you out later down the line… Especially on a reality tv show. I didn’t have the luxury of privacy or hiding certain bits of information. Now that I do have more ‘editorial control’ it feels like too much effort to self censor all the time.
‘Sooo…having confronted these (probably rather irritating) character traits, what I’m about to say is pretty alarming…
‘Ryan and I didn’t have a proper conversations for months and months after the trauma of having Leo. We didn’t talk at all. Very limited talking for the first 6 months of his life.’
She continued: ‘We would sit in silence at our kitchen table every single evening. Couldn’t muster a peep. Couldn’t even look at his face.
‘I don’t think I asked him a single question until Leo was at least 4 months old. I didn’t even really recognise him as a person in my home. (Before you think i’m a total monster he didn’t ask how I was either).
‘It was a mutual paralysis. Things were so dire, we couldn’t even register how weird this behaviour was. It’s only on reflection that I recognise how strange it is.
‘We only spoke about what had happened (the medical incidents) for the first time this year. That’s over 1 year later. And that’s the person that I live with. My life partner.
‘It was impossible to talk about things whilst still living in the terror. It was too raw. Too painful.
‘I NEVER thought that I’d be someone who ‘couldn’t talk about something’… regardless of how challenging the circumstances. How can anything be that hard? They’re only words after all. I didn’t get it… until I did. And I learnt the hard way.
‘I remember asking my mum early on in my recovery ‘what can I do’? What could I do? what should I do? Should I talk!? I didn’t even know if I was allowed to talk. How odd a concept is that. Not knowing whether talking was going to screw my brain up more or less.’