I’ve been clinging to things that no longer serve me – if they ever did at all! Things that have damaged me and prevented me from healing. Time to let go
The Importance of Basic Self-Care: A Cautionary Tale
The rapid deterioration – perfectly healthy to a gaping black crumbling chasm within a few short months – alarmed me greatly. I’ve been an idiot!
Why The Weekends Are The Worst (Sometimes)
I don’t want to do anything other than lie here, feeling the warm, fresh spring breeze. I need a break from the presence of others. I’ve shut down.
Why I No Longer Watch The News
Why mindlessly share the image of a dead child to confirm your own goodness? It’s someone else’s tragedy – where is the respect, the tact, the compassion?
Learning that Small ‘t’ Trauma is a Thing
Today I have discovered that Small ‘t’ Trauma is an actual Thing. This gives me a great sense of relief and comfort. Thank Fuck, it’s not just me!!!
Inexplicable Panic!
Why? There’s nothing I can pinpoint feeling panicked about. It occurs to me to check my heartbeat. Faster than normal. Is this panic physical or mental?
The Feels – Sometimes emotions don’t need thoughts
You don’t have to consciously think to still feel! You can manage your thoughts, but sometimes emotions don’t need thoughts, they grab you anyway.
When It Grabs You Out Of Nowhere
Depression can reach out of nowhere and pull us down by the hair, even when we think we’ve figured it out and we’re on an Up. Yesterday it hit me.
Hello April, I think…
So many people post ‘Hello April, goodbye March’ statuses listing their achievements and plans. If it’s not that easy, don’t feel you’ve failed.
The Labels We Use: A Cautionary Tale
For as far back as I can remember I was Kirsty, and I was Blonde and Skinny. And how I was praised for being Blonde and Skinny!
On Dancing, Drinking and the Come Down from the Happy Chemicals
Dancing and drinking with friends gives me an almost giddy high. It’s intoxicating, but then there’s the come down from the happy chemicals.
Dancing Decision Dilemma
‘Should I stay or should I go?’ I was stuck, frozen in place by indecision. What did I want? I did want to go, but I had to justify it. I felt guilty.