Does anyone else have a coping technique for anxiety and depression? It appears I do and it's one that brings me right out of the darkness I find myself in and that, as silly as this sounds is listening to the Mamma Mia Here We Go Again soundtrack, I find when I finally find the… Continue reading Coping with depression.
I am not one of these strong women who hide their problems from their partner, family or the world, quite frankly I don’t know what good comes from hiding problems, whether it be financially, emotionally or just plain right ‘meh’, I am not one of these bloggers that plasters a fake smile over her face… Continue reading I do and I don’t love my perfect life….
I love my life, I really do but if this is what life is for the rest of my days I'd sooner not be here to be totally honest with you, I'm a trooper though and I'll carry on but in the pit of my stomach there is this overwhelming feeling of 'fuck it', it's… Continue reading Sunshine and rainbows, not dark clouds and puddles.
Social media is a pain in the ass for someone that suffers from anxiety, who also craves to be liked, it shows who is popular and who isn't, who has a 'perfect life' and who is as honest as they come. Take me for example, I posted something that was pretty big to me yesterday… Continue reading The not so social media
Fortune Teller: You turned left. But what if you turned right? What then? Donna: Let go of my hands. Fortune Teller: What if it changes? What if you go right? What if you could still go right? Donna: Stop it! What’s on my back? What is it? What’s on my back?! Fortune Teller: Make the… Continue reading Turn left
Everyday begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed. Mason Cooley Mental health awareness week is here and it's crazy to think we have a week that is dedicated to mental health but as suicide is on the rise it's brilliant that something like this can be brought to the forefront… Continue reading It’s good to talk
Depression, it's not a nice looking word is it? Anxiety isn't either but at least there is a fancy letter in it. Why in the world would I be depressed or have anxiety? I have the love of a good man and a fantastic family, a bloody good job and a few friends that are… Continue reading Thinking the worst outcome imaginable