'What Do You Have to be Stressed About?'

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Ah yes, a question I get a lot.
A question anyone with anxiety DREADS to hear. Your breath is short and fast, your heart beating like crazy, you decide you need to get out of the situation when someone asks 'why?'.


It seems a simple question to anyone who doesn't live everyday with anxiety creeping over their shoulder. To someone who doesn't consistently feel self-conscious, to someone who doesn't think they're going to puke every time your seminar leader says they're going to pick on someone for an answer.

Rationally, you're right, what do I have to be stressed about? I have a roof over my head, electricity, food, clean water. But rational is not a word to describe the anxious mind. On top of the racing thoughts and the lack of sleep, the last thing I need to hear is 'I don't see what you have to be stressed about'.

So dear all the lucky lucky people who live their lives without being dragged down by these thoughts, please stop and think before you belittle someone's problems. You are not making it better, you are making it worse.

** If you feel you are struggling with anxiety or stress please talk to someone you trust, a mental health charity (e.g. Mind) or your GP. Don't go it alone. **


What Seeing Your Idol is Like

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Hi Everyone!

So last weekend I had the pleasure of seeing my absolute idol cant-stop-listening-to-her-know-all-the-words-and-her-birthday-and-middle-name; Lorde. 



So the night didn't get off to the best start, late out of work, taking ages to decide on an outfit and constantly re-doing my purple lipstick (because what other colour is appropriate for a Lorde concert?) I didn't get there as early as imagined. And I stupidly forgot I had O2 priority so I queued for an hour in a queue I didn't even need to be in. But STILL by some sort of strange miracle I managed to be in the 3rd row. Albeit, with my view substantially blocked by the tallest guy in the world and the girl who just kept moving exactly into my way. 



For anyone that doesn't see me on the reg wearing my Lorde top or see my 10 tweets a day about her, probably don't realise how much this night meant to me. From the second she stepped on stage I was completely overwhelmed. Melodrama is the only album that has ever made me feel every emotion under the sun, that makes me want to get up and dance while making me want to burst into tears. Melodrama is the soundtrack of my inner thoughts and I sure as hell made that obvious that night. I danced like no one was watching (they definitely were), I screamed as best I could considering I had lost my voice a day before, and I definitely cried my eyes out at least once (cough - Liability - cough). 


An incredible night that I will never forget. 
Once the encore is over, and the lights get turned back on, and everyone can see your smudged mascara and flaking lipstick, the dream is over. Until the next album.