I love to travel solo, and I believe that the topic of female solo travel is an important thing to consider when we’re talking about female sovereignty. (Spoiler: we’re not going to get all the way into that conversation today, but perhaps soon!) My hostel and “woofing” days are long behind me though, and I’m ever-so grateful now […]
Ahh, the wonderful world of anxiety. I’m only a newbie to this place, though I’ve known lots of people who have been here before me. It’s a real shit of a joint. Not the nicest of places to visit at all.
I’ve been lucky enough to never suffer ongoing, serious and debilitating depression or anxiety. Maybe lucky is the wrong word, in fact I’m sure it is. But the truth is, I haven’t. I’ve felt sad, down, nervous, anxious and depressed, but it’s never controlled my life, or taken my power away.
Depression and anxiety disorders are the second leading cause of disability and mortality in Australia, with nearly 3 million people experiencing depression and/or anxiety each year. For those people who find anxiety a daily normalcy, my heart pours only compassion.
However, over the last 3 months since my brother’s accident, I’ve been knocked over a few times by full blown, punch in the guts cases of the motherfucker that is anxiety.