Tag Archives: Therapy
A Cricket Full Of Pocketknife
Wakey. Brekky. Washy. Clothey. Walky. Rehabby. Therapy-y. Lunchy. Shoppy. Homey. I did all of that today and it’s only three of an afternoon. Yes yes, YOU can do all of that and so much more any day you like but … Continue reading
How Tickled High Ham
What a blessed relief, after a long weekend of being immobilised by pain which was further exacerbated by being quite depressed about the levels of pain I was in, what a blessed relief (I’ve said this already but the bit … Continue reading
Bang Bang My Own Negative Self-Projection Shot Me Down
Homework from therapy this week is a new angle for me. Having recognised that focusing on the loud noises of anxiety which often masquerade as an internal dialogue makes me depressed and feeling like I’d rather listen to audio of … Continue reading
I, Arsehole
Therapy. Sometimes it makes you feel shit-kicking good. Sometimes it makes you feel ass-wiping bad. Today it was the latter. I was unfocused, maudlin, and filled with self-recrimination in conversation with my therapist today. Wouldn’t happen to be pretty much … Continue reading
The Long Road
I live a life beset by physical health complications which understandably have an impact on my mental health. On the whole this plays out as anxiety due to there being such a fine line between keeping an eye on physical … Continue reading
I’m An Achiever
I thought loaves of bread were stupid fairy tales, And that wholemeal Will Self was not for me. Loaves were out to get me, They slapped my face and screamed, Dizzy Pointless Osman in my dreams. Then I did a … Continue reading