So this time last week, I was enjoying a family fun weekend in London. We’d had an Air BNB disaster but lived to tell the story. The main reason we were there was to support my two brothers running the London Marathon. Watching the programme every year, I’ve always been desperate to go and support the… Continue reading Anxiety and exercise.
Happy Easter all… currently ploughing my way through my first Easter egg since returning from Milton Keynes for the weekend and feeling slightly nauseous. So this weekend I was with my boyfriend for the first time in 5 weeks. Our plans for Saturday were shopping, dinner and cinema. We trawled round the usual shops, I… Continue reading A little perspective.
For as long as I can remember, I have always hated Sunday evening. Even as a kid, I would hate everything about Sunday and what it was leading up to. I particularly remember showering one night crying my eyes out because I didn’t want to go to school (more so because I was so afraid… Continue reading Sunday night blues.
I have lost count on the amount of times I have cancelled plans at the last minute. It all seems well and good at the time, arranging a meal or a night out with friends except the day before, the doubt creeps in. The options, the excuses, the desperate need to just stay at home.… Continue reading The anxiety bail.
So today I had an interview for a secretary position, I’ve been working at the hospital for 9 months now so naturally this felt like the next step, plus my team have been pretty much pushing me towards this since the day I started. Luckily (or unluckily) for me, the people on the interview panel… Continue reading A laugh for the day.
So for over a year now, I’ve avoided going to the dentist like the plague. Knowing my wisdom teeth were coming through, I knew the inevitable was eventually going to rear its ugly head – having them taken out. It was all plain sailing until I got an infection – I was in genuine agony… Continue reading Small victories.
I am desperate to be happy. But then I think, well hang on, I’m not that unhappy? I’m just… unsatisfied. I’m so bored of desperately feeling unhappy and unsatisfied, acknowledging that I don’t want to feel that way, trying to find endless solutions to awkward problems that don’t seem to actually have an answer and moaning about such… Continue reading Happiness.