It’s like an avalanche. Something small shakes the ground, and suddenly the bad thoughts are unearthed, they roll down the hill getting bigger and bigger until they’re a huge ball thundering around in my head. When the ball stops it becomes a choir of voices, interrupting perfectly normal thought patterns with images, ideas and thoughts… Continue reading The Bad Thoughts Are Back In Town!
I’m going to be honest now, more honest than I’ve been in a very long time. I’ve stopped writing. Not all together, I mean I do it in bits and pieces, I do it in my head a lot. I form whole worlds and universes in a tram ride. Elegant plots and pieces of characters. It’s… Continue reading What Am I So Scared Of?
A thought struck me earlier, and now it won’t leave me. Am I actually getting better or am I just fooling myself into thinking I’m getting better? I still have moments where I’m so overcome with anxiety for seemingly no reason at all. I can go to sleep fine and wake up shaken to the… Continue reading Getting Better?
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…..
Okay, I get it. You’re sat there thinking Laura, what the hell is the big deal about, so you read a book. WAHOO. BIG WHOOP. HAVE A CRACKER AND A PAT ON THE BACK [heavy sarcasm, dripping in sarcasm]. I didn’t just read one book though reader, I’m currently on my second. I know it doesn’t seem… Continue reading Small Victories; I devoured a book!
In this post I want to talk about over-eating. In my reading of OCD and Anxiety/to some extent depression (and I have to say it isn’t massively vast, though a little substantial), I often find that having no appetite, losing weight and eating disorders like bulimia and anorexia are talked about freely. It seems, in… Continue reading Overeating, Undereating!
Guilt doesn’t seem to be something associated with anxiety and depression. I mean it’s certainly not something that I associate with either thing. Well, not until recently anyway. I’ve always felt entitled to my feelings. I was allowed to feel them and I did feel them. I worked in retail. Which is stressful enough on… Continue reading The Guilt