Do you ever get that feeling when everything just feels… wrong? You can’t put your finger on it, but you know this can’t be the way things are supposed to be, so you may as well just give up right now? Why even try and make things right?

I haven’t always known this, but recently I’ve come to recognise this as my anxiety speaking. It transforms my happy go lucky outlook on life to one of resigned bleakness. I’m so happy to be able to call it by its name. To be able to look at it, almost objectively, and push it out the door. Phew! Continue reading →