There are about 20 yoga poses to help anxiety and depression, by calming our nervous system, decreasing heart rate, lowering blood pressure.
The Time I Fled a Workshop in Tears
All of my insecurities bellowed at me at once. Raging and humiliated, I sobbed out my fury. I hated myself. I am still very nervy.
A letter to myself and anyone else who is not okay
The truth is, you are not okay right now, and that is okay. Honestly, it is. You feel low. And that’s okay. You don’t have to be great all the time.
My Journey from Desperation to Hope
By Sarah My journey from desperation to hope really started in January 2017. I have a long history of depression and anxiety, particularly social anxiety. On the whole, like many others, I have forced myself to battle on without any support, other than from my family. I Understood I Had Continue Reading
How I am rebuilding my confidence
I’m rebuilding my confidence by dancing again. I’m a work in progress. Under construction. One tiny dance step at a time.
Live, work and satisfy others, but never yourself?
Do you find you always have to please others, and never yourself? Be the person you want to be! There are no limits! FIGHT! FLY! AND RUN!
Being Told at 10, “If you don’t snap out of this you will be locked away”
This monster inside me controls my life. I wake up every day to a constant battle. The voice is a nuisance, it’s constantly messing with my head.
“You’ve come so far” or Have I?
People keep saying “You’ve come so far” but I still feel like I’m in the same place. How do they measure how far I’ve come? What if I fail?
I think I’m Paranoid (and complicated)
My paranoid thoughts whisper to me. My insecurities have been pressing down on me oppressively since yesterday. I’ve been very very still today.
‘It will be alright’ – I keep on struggling
I keep on struggling day by day. Trying to get myself through the week as best I can. Promising myself that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
The Sickness
Oh these are no use, these pills, the sickness is becoming too much, thoughts really do kill, but this is my latest crutch.
Why I struggle to connect to people
I’m not stuck up, I’m afraid. I’m not shy, I have anxiety. I’m not boring, I struggle to connect to people. I spent months alone, but I’m not so afraid now.