I answered the door to the postman this morning wearing tracksuit bottoms that are too short for me, my boyfriend’s enormous fleece and no make-up. And it made me realise how far I’ve come. As a child and teenager, I was so self-conscious and socially anxious that the things other people were doing on a daily basis were too difficult for me. To give
The last few months have been especially hard on my anxiety and depression. I had surgery for my endometriosis after leaving my second job, I’ve barely been keeping afloat but most of my time has been spent stuck inside with little time outdoors and not much social interaction. Times when I know that I need to leave the house for something, I get panicky and I
Since the dawn of this blog, I’ve received some lovely comments, lots of questions about social anxiety in my inbox and been a part of plenty of discussions about mental health. I love that my blog can create an open forum for people to talk about that stuff as it can usually be difficult to talk about it in “real life“. Another side of running
My head feels completely empty today, my body feels numb and I just want to sleep and hibernate. I’m no longer sure if that’s because of the Endometriosis/Chronic Fatigue or whether my mind is slowly crumbling back into depression. Maybe it’s both but one thing I do know for certain is that I feel profound guilt because of my chronic illness and my crappy mental health.
Falling in love is scary. I think we can all agree that, no matter how old we are, giving our heart to somebody can be frightening. We’re unsure if it’ll work out or if your love and trust will be betrayed by the very person you’re freely giving it to but, despite this minefield of ‘what ifs’, we pursue what our heart thinks is right.