A few more changes...

So it would seem that whilst I was writing my last blog, without knowing it, I must have been having some special sixth sense powers (maybe now is the time to play the lottery.) I was writing about change, and who would have guessed (not moi), but my life was about to change even more....


Phewy its rather exhausting.

But exciting.

And a little bit scary.

Rather like the first day of school, when you're worried that your skirt might get tucked in your knickers or you'll call your teacher 'Mum'.

I was quite tempted to get my stationary supply organised and buy a new pencil case, but I didn't want to look too much of a keen bean. (And I wasn't sure where you even buy a pencil case now to be honest...)

I guess its just all proof, once again, of how things can change in your life that your mind could never even imagine (and I've got a pretty good imagination!) I mean, I never thought I would work again, and yet I've had a part time job for the past 18 months. Then I thought I would never work full time again, and here I am, working full time. Not that your life should be measured on these things. No no. Not at all. But its still pretty incredible.

Anywho. Enough about that.


Oh no, hang on, I forgot my other point.

I realize there is rather a lot of political stuff flying around at the moment, what with the general election coming up and everything. So I won't bombard you with politics too much. However, a comment was uttered last week in the televised debate that I wanted to highlight. When talking about the NHS Mr Clegg expressed a hope and belief that the mental health department should be given as much funding and support as physical health.

And I just wanted to say hurrah! Well said! And all six leaders should have given him a pat on the back! 

This is where change is most definitely needed. We need to stop the stigma surrounding mental health, and be the change :)

xxx

Changing

Oh gosh, has it really been almost a month since my last post? Must try harder. However, my life has been rather taken over with things like painting walls and packing boxes....

As I walked up the road this evening, I began to think about change. I'm about to embark on a change in my life, a very nice and lovely exciting change, but whilst some change can feel positive, I do think its also important to address some of the other issues that change can bring up.

Am I making sense?

Possibly not.

But I shall continue nevertheless.

Let me give you an example, someone I know is planning to move out of the house they've lived in for the past 30 years. This person (who shall remain nameless, although some readers may know said person) has been incredibly brave and positive as she goes through this huge change. She has told me how lucky she is to have such a supportive family to help her through this change and she knows that its the right decision. 

I told her just how courageous I thought she was for making this decision. However, although its great to be positive, if some days she woke up and felt a little sad or unsettled about the approaching change, she should embrace that too.

The important point being not to repress any feelings that you have, or not feel guilty about having them. To understand that even positive change can bring about restless or anxious feelings.

And it would seem that its not just me, or the unnamed person above who is going through change at the moment, because of course change is happening all the time.

Our life on earth is fluid, it never stays still, things are always changing. 

Sometimes change can come creeping up on us, gradually poking its head round the corner. Alternatively, our lives can change in an instant, sometimes shocking us to the core.

Whichever change you may be going through, I think the critical point is recognizing all the many elements of that the change can bring.

On the other hand, you may be reading this and thinking "What is this girl wittering on about, my life hasn't changed at all!"

Let me tell you this my friend, change will come to you,  as it comes to all of us. Three years ago I didn't imagine my life would ever change, but it has. Just like the hopeful snowdrops that battle through the winter to remind us that a change of season is on its way, so will your life.

xxx

Meercat in residence

So I'm a few days late in terms of wishing you all a happy new year...whoops.

Happy belated new year?!

Nah it doesnt really work does it.

Nevermind.

You've probably had enough new year wishes by now anyway. Especially when they come from your TV (which I think is so rude, when you think about it, really think about it, commercials are just so impolite.)

I particularly hate the adverts that love shouting "New year, NEW YOU!!" Followed by promoting the latest in plastic surgery/weight loss/ laser eye surgery/new flashy car/ disgusting sofa from DFS. Yuk. That stuff really does make me feel a little bit sick in my mouth.

Christmas and new year is never my best time, but I managed to survive, and even have a little bit of fun on the way.

However, my anxiety levels have peaked over the last month. Which resulted in my heart palpations being so bad in the middle of the night I thought I was having a heart attack and was going to die.

Sounds a tad dramatic I know, and I can kind of see the funny side now, (the funny side being that I’m a relatively healthy 28 yr old, and therefore unlikely to have a heart attack.) 

But still, it wasn’t that amusing at the time.

I think that a culmination of things have led to my anxiety spiralling out of control recently. I’ve got a lot going on in my little brain, and I seem to be worrying about everything.

 Also, although most people like to be out of their routine during the festive period, I find it really difficult. Which is both daft and annoying because I love having time off, but I hate not being in my routine, so my brain gets all confused.

There have been many occasions recently when I just havent known how I'm going to get through each day. When all I've wanted to do is curl up in my bed and go to sleep. 

I feel so weak and tired. But my brain wont stop turning. I'm like a small little anxious meercat who keeps scampering around in circles, looking up every second, double checking things, and generally going slightly crazy.

Haha that image is kind of making me chuckle now, oh I am somewhat ridiculous.

Right, I'm now going to try and shed my meercat persona at a dance class....it may help...or I may get anxious about forgetting how to dance.....!

xxx