The Road To Hell

I haven’t posted anything for a long time on this blog because, honestly, I just haven’t felt capable. These days I’m using every ounce of my energy to keep me coming into the office every day. I started this blog as somewhere for me to vent and to rant on about the way I’m feeling and my attempted recovery from depression and anxiety. More than anything I wanted it to be a positive place, where I could try to turn the negativity I feel every day into something positive. Look on the bright side kind of thing. I now realise that wasn't realistic.

The Less You Care....

I haven't posted anything on the blog for a little while, mostly because I had nothing to really say. I've not had a brilliant couple of weeks, its been very stressful, I've felt at the end of my tether most days but I haven't let it show, at least I don't think I have. I've been internalising a lot of things which isn't the best way to deal with it but I'm so tired of trying to explain myself to people I just cant be bothered anymore.

Maybe I'm Not Wrong...

Have you ever felt like you're always wrong? Like no matter what you say or do, it will always be the wrong thing? This seems to be a recurring theme of my life and one that's started to really REALLY bother me.

Just Keep Swimming

I spoke in my last post about the unhelpful thoughts that circulate in my head. I recently heard the quote above and it really stuck with me.

Don't Leave Me Alone With My Mind

I've really not been feeling good lately. I'm starting to wonder if I'm "relapsing" or if this is just the way I'm going to be forever (god please no). I've noticed, particularly over the last few days, I've been getting very angry. Angry at everything and everyone, utterly miserable in my life. Those pesky obsessive thoughts are getting more and more powerful, so much so that I feel like I'm rapidly losing what little control over myself and my emotions I thought I had regained.

The Expectations Of Others

Photo Source - Friend posted on Facebook

Sometimes I put a lot of pressure on myself. Not because of what I want, but because of what other people want. The picture above really stuck with me when I saw it because its so very true. 

Peace Is Not So Easy To Find

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Do you ever have those days where you just think see if I wasn't here, things would be so much better? I don't mean you actively think about dying (though I have to admit I sometimes do), its just not being here. Not being dead, not being somewhere else, just not being here, having everything just stop. Do you know what I mean?