I have come down like a sack of shit this week. Late last week I returned from a 2 week trip where I stayed with my boyfriend back in my home town, where I held meetings with new clients and booked some big jobs for myself, where I went out and socialised frequently.. I know, *gasp*.. and I was on a high the whole time.
I’m sure you’ve been there; The moment when you’re walking and about to pass a person on the street or in a supermarket but end up getting in each others way. They offer you the right to pass first by kindly moving out of the way but you feel bad, so you move out of the way instead and make signals for them to pass
Social Anxiety Disorder is a big bastard. It keeps me awake til 6am worrying about crap in my head, it makes me feel sick as I leave the house, it tells me I’m not good enough and that everyone is laughing at me or whispering about me behind my back. If Social Anxiety were a bully I would rather like to smack it in the
A couple of years ago my depression really got on top of me, in such a different way than I’d been used to. For years I had associated my depression with my social anxiety and while that had mostly been the case it wasn’t 100% true. It was after a round of CBT that I realised something important; I wasn’t getting enough nature. The therapy
You’re amazing. That’s right. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! You get up out of bed knowing that your day is full of challenges, that your anxiety will invariably cause you a great deal of complicated thoughts until you get back into bed much later that evening. Yet, you do it. You face those challenges every single day. Even when you’re avoiding situations, you are still dealing with the decisions