Category Archives: NHS
Two Year Anxiversary – Riding the Unplanned Life Diversion
Like what I did there??! So I’m sitting in the office pretending to work, whilst counting down the minutes before I can get the hell outta here and get on a train home to the Devonshire countryside where my parents … Continue reading
No one ever analyses feeling good because Analysis itself is the cause of feeling bad…
In all my previous posts about Anxiety, I’ve always talked about the feelings of being in the depths of it, how you feel when it is consuming you, how you feel when all you want to do is find the … Continue reading
Donkeys chasing carrots on sticks
I’ve lost track of the number of girls and guys I’ve met who have admitted to suffering with Anxiety at some point in their lives; many I have met seem to be mid-20s to mid-30s although of course all age … Continue reading
Ohhhhh I seeeeee……………..
So it doesn’t actually go right!? You just get to a point where you care about it less. Gotcha! Ironically, it’s now all faded away…
The NHS – A toothbrush with which to groom a shire horse
A few weeks after my first panic attack, I went to the GP (What the hell is wrong with me??!) and initially I was signed off work with Stress and Anxiety. Such seemingly straightforward simple labels. Ohhh, she’s stressed, give her … Continue reading
Me and My Funny Little Mind 