Making big life decisions… 

If there’s one thing I’m bad at it’s making a decision. Where to go for dinner. What to wear out. What lipstick to choose. Obviously not the most vital of life choices. 

But now I’m at that big age in life where shit is getting very real. A week on Tuesday I finish my 4 years at uni. I have to move back home and become an adult. Complete with job and a whole new grown up life outlook… hopefully!

So now instead of having my path already carved out for me I have to decide what I want to do with my life. Where do I want to live? What do I want to do? Do I want to stay with my boyfriend?

It’s literally terrifying me. Because what if I make the wrong decision and mess everything up? 

But I think that some decisions you already know the answer. It’s just admitting it to yourself that’s the issue.

Lauren x

Anxiety: Am I a drama queen or am I going mad?

Hey guys…

It’s been soooooo long since I posted that I half thought I was going to give up. My summer was so filled with super holidays and craziness that I didn’t have time to even think about blogging.

But here I am, back at uni, final year and freaking the hell out. And as I lay in bed last night in physical pain wondering who would possibly understand what this felt like, I thought why not write about my anxiety on my blog. Maybe one of you might read it. Hell maybe you even might relate. Who knows.

So yeah. I have anxiety. I’m not properly diagnosed or anything but i’ve been struggling for the past couple of years and toying with the idea of doing something about it.

I am a full on worrier. I worry about things most normal people wouldn’t think twice about. And i let it build up until it seems huge, and I can’t see a way out.

The main thing for me is the physical pain that anxiety causes, that most people don’t understand. When i’m panicky it hurts to breathe and move. My body tingles and my chest throbs, and I can hear my heart beat so loud and fast. And then I panic more obviously.

Half of me thinks I am going crazy. Full on  nutter. The other half thinks I am a drama queen and need to chill the hell out.

Isn’t that everyone’s views on  mental health though? No one seems to accept it as a part of life, something to deal with head on rather than shy away from?

Everyone has something that they freak out about. Mine just happens to be everything, haha!

But sometimes I wish I knew there was someone else out there, having the same chest pains and the same sleepless nights.

All I can do now is deal with it as best as I can. And light as many scented candles as humanly possible. And do as many yoga classes as my body can take.

Let me know if any of this is remotely relatable to you, or if you have any advice you can share.

Lauren xx