This is one of those 'What was that?' posts - a series on 'what the crap is going on?' and it contains affiliate links*
How have you been?
I've let life get in the way of my blogging again. Sometimes, you know, when I cannot cope and my mood is low,
It reminded me of the times I thought I wouldn’t make it, but did. And the times I thought circumstances would win, but instead I did. It reminded me that I’m strong. I have much to give, and that no matter how hard it gets I just have to keep going.
I still struggle at times but a huge part of getting better has been preparing my meals with love and care (mindful cooking), connecting what I eat with what my body will benefit from, and mindful eating… Food therapy anyone?
I was surprised to find myself largely neutral to the widespread mental health campaigns being run to raise awareness.
I’ve seen many of these, encouraging people to talk about mental health and problems like depression and anxiety. Awareness is good, don’t get me wrong. I’ve seen media coverage featuring stories of
This is my second post in the What was that? - my series on 'what the crap is going on?'
Before I thought of blogging these random happenings in one post, I hadn't realised how messy and chaotic my life often feels.
How did I manage this crap all along? I'm sure
I have been trying for the better part of the last year and a half to get back into my old blogging habits. I’ve been stymied by a nagging bout of depression that won’t let up.
It’s been crappy.
But I feel upset. Angry, sad, depressed (of course) confused and lost all
Today I learnt that my swimming classes are more than just about learning to swim.
You might recall that last year I embarked on a little adventure to learn to swim. Those classes came to an end and in many ways they were a success. I learnt to stay horizontal in
Pre dental surgery anxiety flared, my IBS went crazy and I felt so so sick. My breakfast wanted to come up. And it sorta did.
"It's just a routine thing, just a routine thing," I muttered to myself like a mantra. But anxiety is a hell of a thing.
I was robbed eight nights ago.
The incident opened up a deluge of emotions I'd tucked safely away where I couldn't access them. 87284
“…the sound of silence on mental health problems hurts. It devastates, and sadly, in some cases it kills.”