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I do this thing.

I get lonely. I text everyone I would like to have a conversation with and who usually texts me back.

Then everyone texts me back. And my head is suddenly stupidly overwhelmed and makes me hide my phone away.

A New Luna Level of Anxiety

So just when I thought I was getting my head around most of my anxiety triggers.

I decided to get a cat.

Self-Sabotage

Tonight I went way out of my comfort zone.

The Downward Creep…

I’ve gotten quite good at noticing the subtle warning signs that indicate I’m possibly getting bad again.

RE-WORKING The Anxious Mind

So a few days ago I posted a ridiculous insight into the waffle my brain comes up with when I’m feeling anxious, and how stupidly detrimental it can be to my wellbeing and self-worth.

Today I’m going to run through how I’ve learnt to try and cope with this…

Current Inner Workings of an Anxious Mind.

Yesterday, I was on top of the world. I felt genuine happiness for a good few hours and it felt so freeing, like the biggest weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

Today it’s like someone turned my brain and head around so now my sad, pathetic worried self is facing forward again.

The Break Up.

This is a long one.

I’ve ummed and ahhed about posting this, but my head has been so heavily scrambled that I felt like I had to attempt this new strategy of writing everything out to try and structure the shit in my head. 

I might be asking for a miracle.

The other day I came across a work document I had written, approximately 4 years ago. I had to stop several times and work out if it was actually me who had written it because it was SO WELL PUT TOGETHER.

Hello? You there?

I kinda feel like that’s what I’ve been saying to myself on a daily basis.

I’m not going to sugar coat what this post is about, guys; ill mental health is fucking horrific. I’ll apologise in advance if this is nonsensical in any way, or an absolute chore to read, it is merely a vehicle to release some of this shit in my head.