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…
Has your anxiety about having anxiety ever made you feel anxious (yes, that’s a lot of anxiety in that sentence!) Let me explain a little clearer; have you ever experienced anxiety, calmed down eventually, and then felt anxious about potentially becoming anxious again? I have. In fact, this happens a lot nowadays. A few weeks … More When anxiety makes you anxious
For about the last three years, following decades of body-hate, I’ve embraced the body positivity movement, the notion of health at every size, and my body regardless of its size. In the last three years my weight has increased – I don’t know by how much as I don’t ever weigh myself – but I … More Body-shame and guilt can take a hike
Today is R U OK Day. Sadly, a lot of people who aren’t ok will be too sad, depressed, anxious, or ashamed to tell someone they’re not ok. They’ll put on a fake smile, nod and say ‘I’m fine’. They don’t want to shatter the misconceived illusion that as an adult, you’re supposed to have … More R U really OK?
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
It’s no big secret that the second a woman says “I do” her ovaries become public property. The questions start being fired at you from all angles. Sometimes as you’re walking down the aisle (kidding, but seriously it’s probably happened before). When are you having a baby? Are you thinking about having a baby? Why … More Anxiety, pregnancy, and all that jazz