Anxiety sucks. There’s no two ways about it. It can be overwhelming, entirely consuming and completely life-changing and I’ve certainly experience all 3 of those feelings since I developed Generalised Anxiety Disorder in 2011. I wrote about my experience in more depth here but since then (goodness me, it literally does seem like a lifetime ago), my anxiety has chopped and changed quite dramatically. And it’s no surprise really because things change all the time. There was a point in time where I had to eat sort of, every hour because I was terrified I was going to faint. Which stemmed from an episode of the flu where I almost actually did faint and voila, I have anxiety and I’m terrified of everything. Funny how the brain works isn’t it?
At the time of writing this post, it has been revealed that cervical screenings (smear tests) are at an all-time low. It’s a statistic I don’t even want to think about. I turned 25 last September and as predicted, was invited for my first smear test – which I had done 4 days before my 25th birthday (I wrote about my experience here). I suffer with anxiety – GAD to be specific (Generalised Anxiety Disorder) but I suffer extra anxiety when it comes to medical related things.
Gooood morning folks! Now, if you follow me or my blog you’ll know I am super open about my mental health problems and I’m a huge advocate for mental health awareness, ending the stigma and educating people on the symptoms and options for mental health problems. I don’t think you can ever talk about mental health too much, there’s always someone willing to learn or who needs to learn. I found The Mental Health tag on Anxiously, Me blog and instantly wanted to do it myself. Please go and check out Anxiously Me’s post here as well.
I recently wrote a post on why I love therapy. But I’ve not always loved it. My first private therapy session was agony. I was super ill that day, I had a rotten cold, I’d been asleep practically all day and I woke up around 2 hours before I was due to leave and I felt really dizzy. I also couldn’t eat anything because I was so nervous and it was in the middle of summer and was boiling hot. So all around, a perfect cocktail for your very first therapy session with a brand new therapist. I have never felt nerves like that before, I literally couldn’t function. But coming out of that session an hour later, I felt like an entirely new person. Nervous? Me? Not a chance.
It’s a nice afternoon; you’re sitting on your bed, in your comfiest clothes and your fluffiest socks, doing some blogging or some online shopping or watching your favourite YouTubers. The dog is laying at your feet, sleeping peacefully, not making a sound but you can feel the weight of him against your leg and it’s a welcome comfort, knowing he’s there. You’re sipping on possibly the best cup of tea you’ve ever made yourself – way to go! And munching on your favourite snack; an apple pie or a bar of chocolate or maybe, because it’s that time of year, an Easter egg.
Is There Any Point of Getting Diagnosed if You Don’t Want Drugs for Treatment?
So I can’t quite believe that a question such as this even exists therefore I can’t quite believe I’m taking time out of my busy day to write a post and an answer to such a question. I saw this on Twitter, via Reddit or something (I’ve never used Reddit in my life) and it angered me so much that I felt compelled to write something about it. If you know me, you will know I rarely feel ‘angered’ to the point of going full on blog rant about something (the last time I did this was my post on What’s the Point of Book Reviews?) but this is something that needs to be addressed.
As someone with anxiety and someone who used to be a lot more socially anxious than I am now, I know what it’s like to feel daunted and overwhelmed by the prospect of talking to people, particularly strangers. I didn’t realize quite how widely common it is for people to have some sort of aversion to speaking on the phone – particularly to strangers e.g the bank or a customer service. This, let’s call it fear for now, I’ve also noticed is present in people who don’t suffer from anxiety, too. So, what is it about picking up that phone and having to talk to another human being that makes us so nervous or worried?
If you’ve ever said any of these things to someone with anxiety, just shtap.
Anxiety, whether severe, mild, debilitating or just a nuisance, isn’t funny. It’s not a joke or a laughing matter and it shouldn’t be taken lightly and you should always, always seek medical advice if you feel that you’re suffering from anxiety that’s started to impact your life. I’ve been suffering with anxiety for a few years now (I wrote about my experience for the first time here, last year) and have tried a whole bunch of things to help ease it. I know now that my anxiety is something I will probably have to deal with for the rest of my life but I have tools to help me that ease my anxious thoughts every day. Today I wanted to show you and share with you the things that help me deal with anxiety (please read the small print at the bottom of this post).
A few weeks ago saw in Mental Health Awareness week and the fact that we have to dedicate a whole week to it proves that we have a long way to go in ridding the stigmas attached to these life-altering conditions.
I’ve never written a post about this before and rarely even talk about it on social media. My friends know I have anxiety but unless you’re really close to me, you probably don’t know the story. I’m in no way sympathy seeking with this post; I don’t want sympathy because I’m actually in a very good place right now and have experienced a lot of positives along my journey of anxiety. But… Like millions of people before and after me, I too want to help rid these rotten stigmas and maybe, just maybe, help someone going through the same thing. Continue reading