Tag: anxiety

Stationary Therapy

Hi guys. I’m not going to be very buzzy in this post, I’m afraid. I seem to be in a bit of a slump and currently there’s no way out and the more people ask me if I’m alright the more, inevitably, I feel like I must be pretty awful.

I know I’m not, though. I know I’m functioning pretty normally for the most part. I just feel a bit… not me, inside. And that’s nothing I can really help at the minute.

There’s no real reason for it as far as I can tell. It could be a combination of things or just nothing at all, as I suspect.

Mostly, I’m just a bit down. It’s not even really a feeling of being down. Just a feeling of nothingness, which is quite often a hard feeling to deal with. And the nothingness can be quite upsetting, especially when it’s pointed out over and over again.

So if anyone is asking: Yes. I am fine. Please do not ask any more.

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Through The Looking Glass

I’m not endeavouring to be a copycat, but the awesome Icy Sedgwick recently wrote a post entitled ‘What Do I See In The Mirror?’ in response to another blogger. I thought I would write one too as Icy’s post was so brilliant when I read it. And, after all, she did leave it with these fateful questions:

How about you? What do you see in the mirror?

So this is me. On a good day, anyway.
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Oh Damn, I’m Late!

I should have posted sooner, but I’ve been quite busy getting words in on Baying For Blood and working and chores and a myriad of other things. Not to mention that we are moving into the summer season at work and thus everything is becoming just that little bit more hectic.

You’ll be glad to know that I am much better than I was when we last spoke. I have to admit that I felt like death warmed up that particular day. That isn’t to say that I’m not currently writing to you from in bed.

My other half has gone to stay with his dad for the night, unfortunately for me. I hate when we’re parted for long periods of time. It makes me heartsick for him.

Anyway, he’s going to some kind of air show or military tourist park or something similar with his dad and his granddad tomorrow so he needed to be there from the bright and early.

I still miss him, though.
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Sofas & Numb Faces

One of which I’m excited about and one of which I wish would wear off. I’ve had some more done at the dentist surgery today. Though, the woman says she’s not a dentist (I think she’s a hygienist or something but it still involves poking around in my mouth, injecting me in the jaw, filling my teeth and generally making me an uncomfortable, nervous wreck).

On the plus side, she tells me that I’m doing good for sitting still and tries to make it less of an ordeal or me than any of my previous dentists have. This is probably why I find it such an awful experience and spend most of my time contorting my fingers and toes whilst lying back in the chair of horror…

Not to over exaggerate or anything.

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