Anxiety has trained me to hate the word 'happy'. I struggle to relate to the over simplistic and superfluous ways in which we are encouraged to find happiness. I didn't see happiness as a realistic goal for myself either. I preferred the words 'peace' and 'joy', and perhaps still do. But reflecting back on this …
Month: December 2020
On being unremarkable
I am learning so much about myself through anxiety recovery. At the moment, every day has its own struggles and darkness, as well as brighter and more ordinary moments. Many people will know what I mean when I say I missed the 'ordinary' in times of mental ill health. I missed the comfort of mundane …
