You rock up to your new therapist's office, settle into your new regular perch for weekly outpourings of angst and believe that this time, THIS TIME, you'll kick anxiety's butt once and for all... Then your therapist says... "We're not going to try to get rid of your anxiety completely...that's a tall order" What!? "You'll … Continue reading Anxiety – it aint what you think it’s the way that you think it
Have we finally got to grips with the truth behind tortured rock stars?
My one and only piece for NME (does this make me cool or someone rapidly approaching 40 yet desperately hanging on to their youth, increasingly jealous of their 19 year old step son who takes better selfies and has a much wider taste in music). Anyway, I like NME, I loved Hole and Nirvana and … Continue reading Have we finally got to grips with the truth behind tortured rock stars?
Publication week, anxiety and media love
It's been a strange few weeks. I've been off with the worst bout of anxiety that has afflicted my tired brain in almost two decades. I've probably been far more sociable in a virtual sense - but given I've been off work, missed the pub quiz (again), missed my other half performing in Sunday for … Continue reading Publication week, anxiety and media love
5 ways I’m going to use mindfulness to improve my Christmas
This is my latest Metro UK piece - and very apt given how absolutely worn out I am right now after a challenging week! So I was pleasantly reminded of this advice that I wrote a few weeks back for Metro's Christmas lifestyle blogs. It involves wintry walks, mindful eating and the obligatory scented candle. … Continue reading 5 ways I’m going to use mindfulness to improve my Christmas
There’s a party going on in my legs
Bed time. You're comfortably knackered. And happily snoozy. And cosying up to a cat. It doesn't take long before....you...zzzzzzzz....zzz... DING! Wide awake. Some selfish shit has decided to throw a party. FFS! There's no music though. Or people. But a shed load of compulsive dancing. Coming from your own damn legs. Not again. Restless legs. … Continue reading There’s a party going on in my legs
