My Story, Dealing With Anxiety By Shannon O Sullivan ✒️

With all the things I have posted about my anxiety and struggles, with mental health issues this is definitely one I hesitated to post but here it goes…

Anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts & how I got through it. – As always this is not for pity or attention
A little over a year ago I put up a pretty in dept blog for Poshey Aherne about my struggles with anxiety over the years. I honestly thought I had got through the hardest parts of it and I would just have to deal with it from now on. I was very very wrong. For some reason, someone above just doesn’t think I have suffered enough and decided to blast me with another dose of this bullshit. The summer of 2017 I hit what has been so far, the absolute lowest part of my life. With my anxiety I have bad days where mood is low but these bad days pass and im okay again. This time it was different, it was one bad day a week, then two then three and finally it came to a point where I was struggling day in day out, I wasn’t getting better. It was normal to

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Guest blog! Living with an alcoholic parent 💔

As far back as I can remember my mother was an alcoholic. I would wait at school for her to collect me, filled with dread of what would greet me when I hopped in the car. She would often pick me up from school drunk and I would spend the evening ‘minding’ her, making sure she didn’t fall down the stairs or get into the car as she continued to drink.

I was constantly anxious and worried about her. Some days she would go missing for hours. When I was twelve, myself and my Dad had to carry her into the house from her car. My childhood memories are full of similar moments that I’d rather forget.

In my early twenties I moved out of home thinking that I could leave my past behind me. Even though I was no longer in the chaotic home environment, I still struggled with a constant sense of anxiety and low self-esteem. I felt worthless. I hated myself and was still always anxious. When I am anxious, I tend to focus on physical symptoms and would convince myself that I had various illnesses (you name it, I thought I had it).

In work, people would ask me if I out the night before because I looked so exhausted and didn’t care about my appearance. My concentration was poor and I was forgetful which made me feel like I was bad at my job. Socially, I agonised over Continue reading “Guest blog! Living with an alcoholic parent 💔”

When anxiety is an invalid excuse!! 💔

Anxiety is an invalid excuse. I just got back to my room after a failed attempt to go to class. I’m sitting here, writing this, trying to think of something to email my professor to sugarcoat what I’m feeling, to really drive home the point that class today was unbearable for me. You see if it was the flu or a bad head cold this would be easy. I would simply relay the symptoms and be excused with a general “feel better” and a hidden relief that I wouldn’t be getting anyone else sick. To send an email saying I just had to take a breather on a 4th Ave. step because my lungs felt as if they were collapsing and my body was shaking so badly I could hardly walk doesn’t do the trick.

Anxiety is an invalid excuse. I fear having to tell people I’m on medication because the second I do, I see my fears written across their faces. The fact that I have to take a dose of something with an unpronounceable name twice a day just to make me feel like Continue reading “When anxiety is an invalid excuse!! 💔”