Tag Archives: anxiety
Dread
I can remember it vividly. I left the gym at Belvedere’s, my senior school in Liverpool, and walked past the netball courts and out onto the street, where Mum was sitting in the car waiting for me. I was sobbing … Continue reading
Is it OK to be me?
I got home late last night and glanced at what I’d written on yesterday’s blog. I do this now and again, after posting – I check back to see if my writing flowed and whether I said anything of interest … Continue reading
The final frontier
Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise … Any Star Trek fans out there? I was a big fan, but that was many moons ago. Actually, this blog isn’t about space, although I did love … Continue reading
The life I want to lead
Have you ever had the feeling that the life you’re leading is so far removed from what you want it to be or what you expected it to be at this age or stage of your existence? I had that … Continue reading
Be still my beating heart
I have a box of anti-depressants in my handbag. Citalopram to be precise. I’ve opened the box and read the leaflet but the foil is intact, the pills unswallowed. I picked them up after seeing my GP on Monday. They’ve … Continue reading
Where there’s a will
Where there’s a will, there’s a way. This old English proverb is relevant, not just because I’ve recently written my will (don’t worry – I’m not intending on going anywhere soon), but because my recent sadness and the fact that … Continue reading
From Forty With Love 