I don’t think I believe in fate. We’re all the keepers of our own destiny surely, and we make our own futures don’t we? However, I do believe that there are pathways and opportunities just sitting in front of … Continue reading My anxiety and me
You don’t know exactly what the outcome will be. You just believe that your actions are going to be the cause of terrifying disaster. It’s a feeling of severe doom. A feeling that sends an icy chill down your spine and freezes your feet to the spot. The only emotion that you can muster is fear. Tears are burning your eyes, you can’t breathe, you have lost any means of a normal functioning body. Your hands feel ten times bigger than they are, leaving you unable to do anything, ultimately feeling useless. Your legs have become heavier … Continue reading How I handle my anxiety attacks.
I’ve not given you the attention you deserve, the undivided acknowledgement that I should have bestowed upon your every waking hour. You have surely deserved better, I know you have. It hurts me deep inside, it’s a gut wrenching guilt that breaks me from inside. Is this how all parents feel? Or have I genuinely been wrong over and over again? I regret the days I didn’t spend with you, the mud pies we didn’t make, the cakes we didn’t bake together. Does it make a difference that now I realise the things I have missed out on, or am … Continue reading Parental Woes
Made A Hames Out Of It 