I am a statistic. The dreaded 1 in 4. I had a miscarriage. It happened about six weeks ago. It was my first pregnancy. I was so unbelievably excited. The miscarriage came as a shock, as you would expect. Not only did I naively think it wouldn’t happen to me, on reflection, I really knew … More The world can fuck off because I had a miscarriage: and other things I’ve learnt after losing a baby.
A week ago I started reducing my medication. The decision to reduce was not made lightly. I have spent hours of time thinking about it (because, anxiety) and I’ve spent the same amount of time talking about it with my husband. I’m reducing not for a specific reason but because I’ve been feeling really great … More Today I climbed a mountain…
This is Lola. She is a three-year-old greyhound. Earlier this year she ran four races in Victoria. She didn’t place. Four races was enough for her trainer to decide she was no longer required for racing purposes. Luckily for her, the universe threw her a bone (pardon the pun), and she was placed into the … More Lola.
At about 2pm today I felt exhausted. So exhausted I could have curled up under my desk at work and had a George Costanza-style sneaky nap. But that wasn’t an option. And I was more concerned about why I was feeling so tired. I couldn’t figure it out. I’d had a relatively good night sleep, I’d eaten … More Therapy: exhausting, but necessary
I need to talk about the ‘C’ word. No, not that ‘C’ word, although I do like the idea of dedicating an entire blog post to my love of the word C U Next Tuesday. I need to talk about the word ‘cured’. More specifically I need to talk about the word cured and the … More The ‘C’ word
I’m reminded of my meltdown anniversary by one little packet of empty Valium. Date stamped 18 June 2015… Anniversaries are often viewed as cause for celebration. Birthdays, weddings, work, first dates, first shags. It’s hard not to remember the date when something amazing happened to you. But when I flip that celebration coin high in … More A little empty packet of Valium
Dear Steph It’s me here. Your old friend. Anxiety. We met for the first time about 10 years ago (well actually I came across you a few times as a child and a teenager but I mustn’t have made a big enough impression). So I met you about 10 years ago. Remember? That time you … More A letter from Anxiety
If I ever had a Taylor Swift style girl-squad, I would ask Rosie Batty to join. Because nothing says badass, warrior, feminist-leader like Batty. In late December last year I had the honour of meeting Rosie at an event. It was her last official event as the 2015 Australian of the Year. So today, on … More The day I met someone I was scared to meet
DO Clean a toilet Never underestimate the power of a glistening toilet or a vacuumed floor. When you are suffering from anxiety your level of ‘giving a shit’ about anything other than what’s going on in your mind is low. This includes menial household tasks. For me, I felt incompetent when I would come home … More Do’s and don’ts for people WITHOUT anxiety
When you’re in the deep throes of anxiety you will do anything to be cured. For me, this involves countless daydreams where a big switch exists somewhere in my mind and within three seconds I can just turn it off. And then it all ends. The anxiety is gone, never to return. The other scenario … More I’m sorry that I didn’t believe you when you said yoga would be good for my anxiety