Last week, I went to the doctors to talk about my mental health, and a couple of things came from it that I wanted to talk about. They’re not necessarily easy reading but I started My Anxious Life to encourage and normalise tough conversations and I don’t intend to stop now! First – my doctor... Continue Reading →
Happy birthday to My Anxious Life – a reflection on my first year of blogging
As strange as it seems saying it, it’s my first birthday – 1 year of My Anxious Life. A year since personal trauma saw me resolving to make some major changes. And what a year it’s been. It’s been exhilarating, frustrating, time-consuming, exciting; it’s seen me meet new people and do things I’d never even... Continue Reading →
Ripples, not resolutions – the changes I’ll be making in 2020 for life, not just for Jan
Happy new year to you all! I hope you’re feeling relaxed and rejuvenated. And here we are – 2020! I can’t quite believe it, in my head I’m still somewhere mid-noughties… But believe it or not, we have a brand-new year, and decade, ahead. And resolutions are always the first thing on people’s minds. I... Continue Reading →
Goodbye Summer, hello Autumn
I've written before about how the weather changes my mood, but this year, I'd been dreading the changing seasons even more than usual. I felt the impending September like a lead weight, as the date was set for my first born baby to start school. I've been a stay at home Mum since he was... Continue Reading →
Anxiety and stress situations
As you might've seen on my social media, it wasn't a good end to August for me. A few spots on our 2 year old quickly became a severe rash, lethargy and fever, resulting in a hospital admission. Obviously it was incredibly stressful and scary, and anybody would be anxious in that situation. But chronic... Continue Reading →
It’s your birthday, and I’ll overthink if I want to…
It was my youngest son's second birthday this week. We had a lovely day (despite the rain), with presents, balloons, grandparents and the constant crazed screeching of party blowers. I don't know if it's the excitement and subsequent comedown, the volume of cake and wine consumed, or the reminder of passing time, but I always... Continue Reading →
Learning to talk to the inner me
I've mentioned before how long it took me to pluck up the courage to do this. To do anything, actually. Because I didn't know that blogging about the life and times of me, and becoming some kind of un-masked mental health crusader, would be what I ended up doing. I have notepads full of pros... Continue Reading →
Standing tall
Let's make it clear. People with health issues of any kind are not defined by them. I am smart, funny and feisty. I am kind, loving and loyal. I am thoughtful, inquisitive and creative. What I am not, is crazy. I have chosen to talk openly about this particular part of who I am because... Continue Reading →
Silence isn’t golden
Despite beavering away on the blog when I have a spare sec, I've been pretty quiet on the social media front the past couple of days... I know everyone that follows me there has noticed, and has really missed me?! I've not been feeling great and my go-to response is to clam up. I know... Continue Reading →
Bravery is not just slaying dragons
In the spirit of St George's Day, let's talk about bravery. When we were kids, we climbed trees, threw ourselves down hills and jumped from the highest step... But as we get older, we (or the vast majority, at least) lose that free spirit and lack of interest in consequences. Our brains start flashing warning... Continue Reading →