One of the top pieces of advice for anyone suffering with depression and/or anxiety is to get moving. Exercise can be a powerful antidote to many of the negative thoughts and feelings associated with these conditions, even if providing only temporary relief. That said, while in the throes of a depressive episode or crippling anxiety, even the walk from your bed to the bathroom can seem impossible, so a trip to the gym is often out of the question. In those kinds of states, I can fully convince myself that if I attempted even a light jog, I would have a panic attack and die. Yes, seriously. So best just to stay in bed, right? Thankfully, I got into yoga – specifically Bikram yoga – when I was in a relatively good place. That made it slightly easier to drag myself back to yoga after months of feeling too weak, drained and frankly self-loathing to perform even the simplest of self-care acts. I’m still on my journey back to being a full on yogi (apologies in advance 😂) but yoga is now an important part of my mental health management and I truly feel that it can have the same power for many others struggling with similar challenges, and even those who are not! I especially find that yoga is an incredibly good antidote to anxiety. Of course, when it comes to mental health, our journeys are as personal and individual as the bodies we live in so this is entirely based on my own experience but hopefully sharing this will help someone find solace in yoga, and follow their calling to become one of those super annoying insta yogis #yogaeverydamnday
If popular music and mainstream media are anything to go by, we all know that b*tches be cray. A throwaway phrase used to explain any behaviour displayed by one (usually female) human, that another does not – or does not care to – understand. But if we agree to ignore the distasteful and outdated language, there is an unfortunate truth in the phrase. Some b*tches really do be cray. And get this – some men be cray too! In fact, 1 in 4 of us – regardless of gender – will, at some point in our lives, be ‘cray’. Right now, I am one of the chosen ones.
I’ve been struggling with depression and anxiety for around 5 years. Or at least, that’s how long it’s been since I had a diagnosis to explain what, to me, was just…well, me. Anyone who has both anxiety and depression will tell you that it’s like a constant tug of war, an evil juxtaposition. But more on that later. If my mental illness were to be shown in a pie chart, most of the time, it would look like this (10% depression, 90% anxiety). Anxiety is the real boss and depression just tries to creep in whenever life – and anxiety – has worn me down. Sneaky bastard. I recently came across this term, and an accompanying video on The Mighty, which really resonated with me, because it perfectly explains how I’ve felt for so long but never really known that other people felt it too. High functioning anxiety.