I don’t like being controlled, so coffee had to go.
The other day I realised that apart from my shoes and bag, I was wearing head to toe M&S clothes.
More young people ages 18-24 voted this year, which unquestionably had an impact on the 2017 general election.
When we’re lying in our deathbeds staring the grim reaper in the face, I highly doubt we’ll be proclaiming, “I just wish I’d lost that extra ten pounds.”
As I write this I’m staring down at a thick and creamy crema on top of my black coffee. It’s decaf though. A fact that my body will punish me for later, but I have to try and kick this habit.
The future is unknown, but then such is life. I need to start realising that my time here on earth is a magnificent journey through hundreds and thousands of different emotions, decisions, experiences and possible outcomes.
I feel the concept of being afraid of people who aren’t ‘like us’ is pretty childish, but I still see it as strongly now in adulthood.
Today I passed the Easter aisle in Tesco and felt like jumping on top of the easter eggs and breaking into them like a jacked up zombie on a fresh body.
When did I become this person? I think somewhere between punk rock and spirituality, I left pieces of my self respect scattered along my path of destruction. I used to stand up for myself, call others out on the their bullshit and hug my moral compass to sleep every night. Now, I mainly just worry until I can’t sleep and take the easy way out of situations so I don’t cause a scene or upset anyone.
Kylie Jenner brings out a lipstick and suddenly you’ve got 12 year girls pressuring their parents to buy a product which is worth a couple of pounds, at best.
Over the last year and a half, I’ve discovered there are many, many unpleasant factors involved in suffering from Anxiety. I’ve been horrified to realise that my brain is betraying my trust- suddenly I can’t believe it’s assessment of a situation. In the past if my brain told me I’d forgotten something, I had. If…
I just feel that my limbs have never been strong enough so I’ve relied on my back for support and finally, it’s said, “hey Leanne, fuck you” – I get it and it’s time to make some changes.