Mental Health

It’s been fifty-leven days, umpteen hours now. I work from home. I do Click ‘n’ Collect. I complete mat Pilates sessions on my living room floor. Some days I never leave the apartment. What about you? I spend hours thinking…

Bear with me while I am overly self-indulgent for a minute. Or a couple of minutes. I haven’t written a blog post in over two months. I’ve completely stalled on progressing my novel. I’m overeating. I find myself indulging in…

H As someone who often thinks about their mental health (and who also adores both Osher Gunsberg and Rosie Waterland) I found a recent podcast of them together, comforting. Heroic Self Care with Rosie Waterland is a conversation about all…

I have been battling internally this past week. It has probably been one of the more challenging weeks I have had for some time, in terms of my mental health. I am working through it, but it’s a slow process…

Recently I woke up with a feeling of despair and hopelessness engulfing my entire body. Perhaps my realistic dreams had taken a hold of me or my body was warning me of something untoward. Whatever it was, when my alarm…

I’m addicted to social media and I know it. *clap clap* Those of you who don’t use social media may not care so much about this topic. My dad might read this and wonder what’s happened to my generation and…

I went stand-up paddle boarding for the first time today. IKR. The activity that people have been doing since the 1940s; the one that people do with their dogs onboard; the one that apparently even the most balanced-challenged have been…

I read an article a couple of days ago about a high-profile Sydney GP who said millennials need to “buck up and get on with it”, referring to the nationwide anxiety epidemic amongst youth in Australia. Ironically enough, that gave…

Ah, here I am again. Anxious as all hell about returning to work and training, approximately six kilos heavier (legit), and with a weird rash under my left arm that mysteriously appeared whilst in Vietnam. I’m contemplating the theory that…

Some days I worry that I talk and write about my anxiety too much. Ha. Imagine that. Me getting worried about something. ¯_(ツ)_/¯ My dad from time-to-time has said to me, my mum and anyone else who’s been overreacting that we’re…