So how are you coping with this new normal? Have you come to terms with what the implications of what this means? I haven’t, and I’m willing to wager you haven’t either. I’m a really lucky person. I work for an organisation which didn’t instantly lay-off most of it’s staff, and was able to set…
Tag: anxiety
The Lion King
I recently bought myself an Eeyore stuffed toy from Disney. He’s really soft and super cuddly. He’s my sofa pal. I don’t have housemates or flatmates, I don’t have a partner to come home to, or a pet to cuddle up to on the couch. So I have Eeyore. I’ve seen things shared around online…
So what, who cares?!
I’ve been telling myself that the reason I’m not blogging at the moment is because I have something I really want to write about but don’t know how to write it, I’m still researching, I need to do it right etc etc But that’s not the reason. The reason I’m not blogging is because I’m…
Last Christmas
Can I start by wishing you a very Merry Christmas, whatever that might look like to you. Last Christmas, I gave you my heart I attended a carol service that brought me back to God – the year before, I’d been involved in a horrible accident and I’d been a bit distant from God, as…
Moving Mountains
I’ve been having a hard time again recently. I was turning up for work crying every day, unable to focus on anything for longer than a few minutes and struggling to see the point to get out of bed every day. I’ve experienced this before – since my workplace accident 2 years ago, I’ve had…
When “how are you doing?” are the last words you want to hear…
I know this isn’t something people really talk about, but that’s part of the problem, and why I wanted to write a blog about it! Nobody has a clue how to treat me, what to say to me, or even whether to talk to me. And to be honest, the idea of people talking to me has raised my anxiety levels, so really, we’re all in the same boat. No idea what’s going on, or how to deal with situation at hand. So I thought I’d share my thoughts…
No Longer a Slave to Fear
For a significant amount of my life – over 20 years – I would consider what I was doing to only be half-living. I was so paralysed by fear in my youth and childhood that I didn’t ever learn how to be independent, or in all honesty how to be me.
Amy and Ellen 