I used to write about music and loved doing so, but everyone’s a music journalist these days and trying to stand out in a sea of gig reviews was nay on impossible. Whilst I still go to gigs and enjoy listening to music, I’m pretty sure the world will survive without me publically gesticulating over a new indie band’s jaunty guitars, so I’ve decided to use my love of writing for something a lot closer to home. (Update, I’m now writing about bands again, because life’s too short to resist an infectious riff and a floppy haired front man).
The last few years have seen my life shift quite considerably and I finally feel in a place where I can share some of my experiences and hopefully make just one person feel a little bit better and a little less alone.
If you haven’t guessed already (clue is ever-so-slightly in the title), I’m living with an anxiety disorder and depression and have been for quite some time. In many ways it’s had a positive impact; allowing me to make constructive changes in my life, but of course there’s the flipside, and boy what a flipside.
I endeavour to share the worst of times and the best of times with you, but most of all I want to share hope – my hope that with challenging the ignorance surrounding mental health and having conversations we can make a difference and essentially save lives.
…but rest assured, it won’t be all woe-is-me and sadness. I like a laugh as much as the next person and anxiety can be utterly ridiculous at times and the only way to deal with it is to laugh, and I hope that we can do this together.