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.
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.
Oh it’s that day again, the day that makes us feel like we should be showing that special someone that we love them just a little bit more than usual. Over priced chocolates, flowers, jewellery, meals out… But today, I felt a little different. Valentine’s day has always been a little tainted for me, and I… Continue reading Valentine’s.
Anxiety is irrational. Anxiety is unexplainable. Anxiety is unbearable. Anxiety is… laughable? I was on my way to Milton Keynes the other day and went into the waiting room at the train station because it was freezing. I sat reading the Metro until I suddenly looked at the slow opening doors to the room and… Continue reading Sometimes you have to laugh.