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- Ten days of perfect tunes, the colours red and blue, we had a promise made, we were in love...
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Category Archives: baring my soul
Epiphany, part two: Exercise, and why it’s okay to suck.
I have this massive complex about exercise. I think I should be really good at everything from the first time I try it, but because I’m not, I usually quit before I’ve really begun. It’s something that plagues pretty much … Continue reading →
I’ve realised something.
Right now, I need to eat. But I will discuss it more later. I think they call this an epiphany.
I need you to know.
I have been hurt and that’s why I’m cynical. I jump before I am pushed.
Things you might not know (because I’ve been too embarrassed to mention them).
1. About two months ago, I had a horrible, emotionally destructive weekend that left me a sobbing, crying mess. I was later diagnosed with depression by my GP, and have since been diagnosed with severe/extreme depression, and severe anxiety, by … Continue reading →
Posted in (life), death and taxes, academia, baring my soul, consumerizmic, i'm an ex an exerciser, private universe, weighed down
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Tagged anxiety, Depression, weight
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Soon.
There are so many things that I need to write about. None of them are really good, per se, but only some are bad. All are confronting and challenging and require me to search inside myself to a place that … Continue reading →
Oh, guys.
Yesterday was horrible. You only saw about a quarter of the immense hole that I dug for myself and found myself stuck in until I finally crawled into bed at the super-late time of 9pm (immense sarcasm there – it … Continue reading →
Fuck.
I am engaging in some monumental negative self talk at the moment. It sucks. You might’ve noticed the somewhat bipolar nature of my two posts earlier today. Lots of days are like that at the moment. Today, I over-thought the … Continue reading →
Posted in academia, baring my soul, emo fkn whinge, i'm an ex an exerciser, weighed down
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Why I am amazing at being single.
If you have been reading this blog since the good ol’ days you’ll definitely remember a version of me from 2010 who was totally not okay with being Suddenly Single at the grand ol’ age of 26. I spent most … Continue reading →
To good health and happiness.
You may notice that there’s not been a WW Wednesday this week. I didn’t go to weigh in. I’m still very undecided what to do, but my heart is still leaning towards not continuing. Note that I didn’t say, quitting. … Continue reading →
Food for thought (om nom nom nom).
I haven’t really had much to post about over the past few days – it has been a mad mix of work & play. I went to four pubs in two days and caught up with five friends which, at … Continue reading →
