Tag Archives: anxiety

Just plainly numb

I think there is a set amount of shit and drama that the human brain can take before it just says, nope! and ceases to function. The drama relating to my brother and his behaviour continues to escalate, and I really am done with being involved in it all. After the initial “drama” of taking […]

Backing away from toxic people

As time goes by, I can sadly see more and more why I have ended up with mental health issues. *Disclaimer* – to my brother. I have chosen, until now, to not discuss your issues and their impact on my life. However, they have started to have such a large impact on me and I […]

Being pushed too far.

I honestly cannot, cannot do this any longer. For those who have followed this blog in the long term will know then historically I have had issues with both of my parents – not teen angst “I hate my life and my parents and everyone else” stuff, but more, discovering the ability to question, analyse, […]

Trichotillomania

From my early teens, I have had an obsession with plucking. Mainly my eyebrows to start with, and then extending to my chin and neck when I developed PCOS and started growing unwanted facial hair. It had become a kinda longstanding family joke, because after the first few years I no longer needed a tweezer […]

It’s been a long time.

It’s been such a long time since I last posted. I keep trying to start a post, get distracted, or lose my way, and it ends up in drafts (and then subsequently deleted). I keep meaning to start posting more regularly, but life just gets away from me – which I guess is only a […]

Time flies!

WordPress emailed me today and told me that it had been 8 months since I last blogged, and so I felt I should probably get myself back on her and reach out to you all again – I hope this post finds you all healthy and happy. So much has happened in the last 8 […]

Glutton for punishment

I think the time has come to admit some home truths to myself and make some changes. I am going through life with one foot in the past and one in the present, leaving no foot free for the future, and until now I wasn’t ready to admit it to myself. But now I am. […]