I’m not going to lie. I’d rather have anxiety than depression. At least with anxiety there’s some sort of swing up to a high. At least anxiety can make me productive in the efforts to distract/relax myself. Even though I know that Depression doesn’t make you weak. Even though I would never say that to… Continue reading The Thing About Depression….
I can’t tell which I’m heading for. I’m hoping it’s the latter. That just before I crash and burn they’ll be some big revelation and I’ll have an epiphany where by I realise how to fix myself. I’m hoping I’m not heading for that crash, but I fear I might be. I’m angry all the… Continue reading Breakthrough or Breakdown?
It’s 11:05pm and here I am in bed overcome with an ache in my chest. A sadness that swells into the soul. That causes a physical reaction, a tightening of the throat, a prickling at the eyes. A tightness in the chest. It’s a longing for something I’ll never have. Sometimes it’s a yearning to… Continue reading True Love Lasts a Lifetime.
You’ll be pleased to hear, or maybe you won’t, that CBT has helped me immensely and although I know that anxiety will always be a part of my life, for now, for the first time in a long time I feel in control of it. I feel happy, I feel ready to take on the… Continue reading Its a funny old time of year….
(Title taken from Sasha Velours chorus for the remix of Category Is from season 9 of Drag Race) I’ve been thinking a lot about gender and sexuality at the minute. Maybe it has something to do with the book I bought recently – though that came after the initial spark – maybe it’s because of… Continue reading Wear a crown, fuck with gender! Bend the rules, don’t surrender!
I haven’t posted in a while and I apologise for that, I’ve been a bit of a busy bee. 🐝 Two weeks ago I learnt why I shouldn’t mess with my meds and why shrugging and saying it’ll be okay doesn’t always work. My birthday week/weekend happened just after all the shit went down in… Continue reading The Week I Learnt not to mess with my meds.
Since I was young I’ve always been able to get away with drinking relatively little at parties in order to have a good time. Well, that was of course until the demons of depression crept up and decided that no more socializing was the only way forward. That’s not to say that before I was… Continue reading The Hangover that isn’t a hangover…..