Updated: Jun 12
Told my posse this morning that I was chicken shit! So out of the closet I come.
Now on to the serious stuff.
I have a background story, so I’ll start at the beginning (I’ll try not to be too long winded).
I separated from the father of my first two children approximately 16 years ago. I had guilt, I had stress and I had a severe lack of sleep. My body was thrown into upheaval, resulting in my mind losing its marbles and I had a psychotic break. The whole seeing stuff, hearing stuff and everybody was after me stuff.
Somewhere in amongst all that I still had the nouse to know that things weren’t right and I needed to get some help. I refused to be hospitalised, nobody takes me away from my children! With the help of my mum, and a family member recommending hypnotherapy, I overcame the worst of it (still don’t know who that was, so if it was you let me know). I have memories but it was like some crazy, weird arse dream.
My mum spent hours on the phone updating all my family and friends, so thanks guys for all the love. I know she loved to chat so it wasn't all about me. And to Darryl & Sue you were my rocks also xxx
We did it and I was back. But my confidence wasn’t. It was shattered and along with that came panic attacks and anxiety. It took a lot of work, meditation, self hypnosis and a bloody determination to not let it get the better of me. The long and winding road.
I would leave the house for small spurts at a time and each day get a littler bit braver. No-one was going to do it for me and the universe is never going to give me more than I can handle. I fought and I won.
So if you are going through dramas and I ask you if you are sleeping properly, bloody well listen to me! If you’re stressed and not dealing with it, deal with it and learn how to calm the fuck down! Reach out to doctors, reach out to family and friends or reach out to your groovy hippie mate who’s got it all going on. For some of you thats me, but I don’t care if I know you or not, reach out if you need.
Once I’ve got through the version of my life that was, I’ll skip back around and do a “tips and tricks” segment to help you all out. In the meantime, if you’ve swallowed more than you can handle, like the bottle says, seek medical advice.
So……back to the storyline. I had bounced back but to prove to myself that I was strong I moved away from the little town of Mannum, to the big smoke at Tea Tree Gully. Hey, I know that’s a bit of a stretch but me living in the city just doesn’t cut it. That’s as good as it gets.
I started studying, joined Tai Chi and a meditation group, read a lot of books and got back in to my flow.
And then it happened. What happened?