I have just recovered from a leg infection. Everything about it was awful and traumatising. I feel guilty when I’m sick, like I haven’t done enough to stop the microscopic invaders breaching the natural barrier of my skin.
Sure, watch the Campbell Live coverage of all the people who are still living in very messed-up circumstances. And yes, read the newspaper reports on the battles over the city’s recovery.
Holidays are fine things. They provide an opportunity to rest, and (if you are so inclined) to reflect. As a result of experience during my most recent break, I’m currently reflecting on whether my disdain for woo makes me useful, or just rude and intolerant.
I have spent most of my life playing down the impact of my disabilities on my identity. This will always be a totally futile and quite ridiculous exercise.
About 12 months ago I lay awake. It was night time so I shouldn’t have been awake. But I was awake. And I didn’t know why. I thought I must’ve been stressed about something. So I started cycling through the Rolodex of things going on in my life.
Trigger Warning. The world isn’t exactly crying out for more opinions on the Roast Busters from straight white cis-men. Sorry world, I’m gonna opine.
Loren Heaphy of the Block fame has become a little bit well known for having a cry on national TV. She very kindly wrote a post on just that.
One of the most significant symptoms of my anxiety disorder is that I am quick to worry, often about things that don’t end up being a big deal.
We’ve invited a group of well known New Zealanders to submit pieces about subjects that they aren’t well known for.
Hamilton City Council recently made the ill-informed decision to remove fluoride from the city’s drinking water. Now the ill-informed people who blindly pushed for that outcome are saying Wellington is their next target. This worries me.
DID YOU KNOW? If you drink a bottle of red wine in about 10 minutes it has a similar effect as taking a Xanax.
Anxiety disorders run in my family and after a particularly tumultuous period a few years ago I was diagnosed with Generalised Anxiety Disorder, otherwise known as GAD.
Imagine that I have asthma. Imagine that I was diagnosed about two years ago, and since then I’ve been using an inhaler everyday and though my life probably isn’t totally awesome all the time, I’m heaps healthier than when I was first diagnosed, which makes me happier, and more fun, and better at my job.
I’ve got a challenge for you – and before you decide to ignore me and go read some other intellectually stimulating blog, just give me a chance… I dare you to try a detox.
This anxiety bullshit is bullshit. We all experience it in one form or other. I’m sure there are fabulous evolutionary reasons for it. Saber-tooth tigers and such.
According to my mum, I’m an addict. She thinks I have a serious problem. She’s probably right.
Part one of a series on Mental Health In New Zealand we aren’t very good at talking about mental illness. Or mental health.