Almost 18 months ago I made the decision to cut back on my drinking. I didn’t want to give up completely, but I did want to cut back. Vodka and I had been best friends forever (BFF) for a long time, but it got to the point where I knew that something had to give. The relationship wasn’t working anymore, it had become toxic.
It has come to my attention that some people seem to think that the words worry and anxiety can be interchangeable. Nope. They aren’t the same at all. One is a fleeting thought, while the other is a debilitating mental illness.
Yesterday, I read this post which told the story of one woman’s experience with untreated post natal anxiety. Eva has also shared her story here on my blog. The post also went on to discuss the impact that a Facebook post could have had on an anxious new mum.
Good Friday this year was by far the worst day of my life. I wish that I was exaggerating but I’m not. On Good Friday Paul had a suspected heart attack and had to be revived twice. He wasn’t breathing and he didn’t have a heart beat. Twice.
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While many people are successfully treated by their GP or a psychologist for mental health conditions, it may sometimes be necessary to receive psychiatric treatment in a hospital or stand alone unit setting. If this is the case for you, you may worry about how the costs will be met and whether health insurance cover can help you out with this.
During one of my many inpatient stays in 2007 one of the nurses sat me down to share with me his Life Lessons. I am so glad that he wrote them down as there was no way that I was in the right frame of mind to take it on board. Times like this I’m also glad I am a bit of a hoarder so I still have the book it is written in.