On the surface, you'd never know I have social anxiety. No one else can see the sheer terror I feel in the lead up to social events, the minutes before the Zoom switches on, the reasons behind my silence in meetings.
Welcome back, to those of you who read regularly and hi to new peeps! This post is a bit unusual for me in that it's a bit personal, and not unusual in that it's brutally honest. Looking over everything that's happened to me, that I've somehow survived, and yeah it does piss me off every … Continue reading Honesty.
I appreciate I've been a little... Inconsistent posting just lately. A few reasons lie behind that, mostly work and other stuff , time running away with me, and most chiefly, not really having motivation to write anything. So, we're now in 2021. None of that new year new me BS though. At least, not from … Continue reading New year, but not a new me
So I guess I've learned a lot about myself in 2020 more than anything else. I've kind of been on a journey of self discovery and become more self aware
I had written poetry before (as mentioned in previous posts) but I guess it was never this raw and personal. I found it really powerful.
So over the last two weeks I've had a lot to think about, a lot to consider after my last EMDR session in February. Yeah, the one that I wrote about at the very end of my last post. I think it was in the last week of February, and it appeared to, or at … Continue reading Letting go
So it's been a couple weeks since I got diagnosed with both joint hypermobility and fibromyalgia, and my god, it hasn't been easy since then. Not just because of the reality of having two "bonus " illnesses to deal with either. I've had a fibro "flare" to deal with, which frankly, is fucking nasty. It's … Continue reading Fibro anxiety… shattered
So it's been a while. A few things have happened. I have started (have had 3 sessions so far) some therapy for my undiagnosed PTSD, called EMDR. EMDR is eye movement desensitisation and reprocessing, and from what I've been told by my therapist, and from what I've researched myself, is basically allowing the brain to … Continue reading A few words
No one ever died from talking about mental health, but too many have from feeling like they couldn't talk.
Rather a grand title isn't it. True though. It's now the middle of November and we're tiptoeing into the wintery, dark months. Unfortunately for me, and a lot of other people, that means usually one thing. Season affective disorder comes knocking. Mine decided to finally officially join the table a couple of weeks ago, after … Continue reading Changing of the season