Mental Health

I read an article a couple of days ago about a high-profile Sydney GP who said millennials need to “buck up and get on with it”, referring to the nationwide anxiety epidemic amongst youth in Australia. Ironically enough, that gave…

Ah, here I am again. Anxious as all hell about returning to work and training, approximately six kilos heavier (legit), and with a weird rash under my left arm that mysteriously appeared whilst in Vietnam. I’m contemplating the theory that…

Some days I worry that I talk and write about my anxiety too much. Ha. Imagine that. Me getting worried about something. ¯_(ツ)_/¯ My dad from time-to-time has said to me, my mum and anyone else who’s been overreacting that we’re…

So it’s my birthday week. Not that I believe in birthday weeks (or months as some others might). I’m more of a singular-day-of-minor-celebrations kind of girl. This year however, I’ve somehow got plans almost everyday of said “birthday week”, including…

Definition of anxiety: a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease about something with an uncertain outcome. If you’re a regular reader of my ramblings, you’ll know that anxiety comes up a lot (I would apologise for the lack of variety…

Yes, you read that correctly. Sunday did not quite end how I planned (with a cup of tea prior to a power nap in the air-con). I went to prepare overnight oats and instead I found maggots and weird moths…

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti Lose Yourself by Eminem is a song about taking opportunities, diving into life’s moments and his personal journey to the top. Somehow it’s…

So, I’ve gained at least five kilos over my holiday. And let me tell you, it’s not muscle or water-weight. It’s beer-bacon-carb-weight. As I type this, I am pool-side. You’re welcome. The South China sea is to my right and…

You know what I did on the weekend? Got absolutely bbbllliiinnnnndddddd. On a fitness journey to make smarter, more healthy choices, and I end up sinking a bazillion frothies and five espresso martinis on a Saturday night, falling asleep on…

Content warning: this post is completely self-indulgent. F45 Carrara is mentioned briefly. It’s been a good year. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to say that with so much conviction. For too long I had been floating…