Today as I was driving, I felt a familiar constriction in my chest. Then I sighed. Followed by a yawn, and a second sigh. Oh dear – I thought to myself – I’m in fight or flight mode. Now, recognising this in itself is an amazing feat. As someone who has struggled with anxiety since I was six, it has taken me upward of 20 years to learn how to read these warning signs in my body alerting me to an impending ‘danger’ created by my mind, and my mind alone.
I love to exercise. I love to run, walk, play netball. It makes my mind and body feel good. I have always enjoyed exercising, and playing sport (it’s my competitive spirit), although it has only been recently that I have realised the huge impact it makes on my mental health and mood. I actually can’t believe I didn’t notice this sooner. However these last two years I have learnt so much about myself and really started listening to what my body is trying to tell me, it’s only taken 30years!
Because....I've been doing a lot of reminiscing lately. Reminiscing and recollecting. Particularly about defining moments in career that occurred last year. I found myself disillusioned last year. It was only the beginning of the school year and I feel both lost and confused. I didn't know if I was coming or going. Whether I was Arthur or Martha. Eventually, after consulting with other colleagues and talking to trusted friends, I decided to go and see my boss. After all, as my boss she did have a duty of care to me I was told....
I am proud to be talking about my journey through anxiety and postnatal depression. It was an incredibly challenging time having experienced it with both of my children, but, after having gone through it, I am now a better, healthier and happier person and for that, I am grateful. I hope that by sharing my story it will give hope to parents facing the same challenges that, even in the darkest days, recovery is possible.
When I woke up this morning it was dreary, rainy and cold. I felt tired, lethargic and sleep deprived. Fast forward a few hours and I feel refreshed, rejuvenated, relaxed, fulfilled and stimulated. All because of one little choice I had made earlier in the week. A decision to 'put myself out there' so to speak.
I'm currently reading the book 'Wonder' by R.J Palacio with my students at the moment. And I can honestly say that all of us (me included) are loving it. Early in the book, August's English teacher Mr Browne introduces the class to the idea of 'precepts', which he explains are rules about 'really important' things. The one he uses as an example is 'who we are'.
I see you as you tuck your head into your hands I feel the way your mind scrambles As you try to overthink every possible situation I feel the way your self-doubt seeps into your chest Making your heart heavy I know who you are, who you really are Beneath the insecurity that you wear as a mask I see your beauty, your imperfections, Your flaws and your scars If I told you that you are beautiful Would you believe me?
My name's Amy, I'm 22 years old and I'm currently recovering from an 9 year battle with depression, complex PTSD and anxiety. It all began when I was 3 and my father passed away unexpectedly due to a heart attack... I don't think that my mother ever truly recovered, and her pain allowed her to easily fall victim to the years of physical, sexual, mental and spiritual abuse that were to follow.
Yes, strange title but I’m hoping you’ll catch on in a minute… Body Image (noun) - the perception a person has of their physical self and the thoughts and feelings that result from that perception. Body Image; it sounds like such an ugly word, but why is that? Maybe it’s because more times than not we associate body image as something negative, the way we view our self, the way we are constantly comparing ourselves to everyone else.
Hi my name is Taylor Williams, I am 24 (almost 25 but we will keep that on the low) I live with my partner of 6 years, we have the most beautiful puppy dog, I am currently studying journalism at the University of South Australia, and I work casual in a retail store. I have anxiety. I’m not afraid or embarrassed anymore. My anxiety is part of who I am. I was diagnosed about 7 years ago and I have been on a journey ever since.