How Classical Music has Helped With My Anxiety and Life in General



I was never one to fist bump the air with elation every time I was subjected to classical music. In fact I would throw myself a pity party every time my parents would force it upon me. I can remember the uncomfortable car rides when we were living in New York. It was classical music 24/7. I would plead for them to play the country music station but alas, my calls would go unanswered. Yes, you read that right… I was obsessed with country music. I had a cassette tape of  The Judds which I used to play over and over again. My dad would get flustered and eventually snap at me because of my overuse. If it wasn’t classical or Greek music, he didn’t want to know.

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When Monday Motivational Quotes Don’t Do The Trick… (battling with depression, anxiety and panic attacks)

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So my little pandas, I’m going to try and talk about depression, panic/anxiety attacks in the lightest way possible. Key word being… try, because quite frankly I don’t want to get myself worked up again to the point where funny gifs won’t be able to do their job anymore.

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Psychological Mind-games of the Insanely Lame….

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That title is all about me… Me, myself and I. It popped into my head one day after a psychological warfare was underway in the deepest recesses of my cranial cavity. What was the internal conflict? Me panicking about going out. Yup… as simple as that. And because of all the different synapses firing off inside my skull, I worked myself up so much that I started shitting every hour. Sadly, I’m dead serious. That’s how messed up my tummy was! Thus my whole ordeal started from 9am that Saturday morning and ended when the first sip of gin & tonic hit my lips. Well actually if I’m being completely honest, it started when the event was booked. But all the shitting, fortunately for me, was the day of. How thoughtful of my stomach and brain. With that being said, I have no idea how my brain has turned into such a mess. It has somehow suffered a short circuit (possibly several) where once the internal workings were such a smooth process, but now,  convulsions take place internally instead. Isn’t that nice…

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The Beautiful Chaos of A Panic Attack, Your Brain and Eventual Insanity

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This might be a downer of a post today so I can only apologise for it coinciding with Friday celebrations. But unfortunately sometimes these things can’t be helped, however, it still needs to be told.

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When Superstition Gets The Better Of You…



Pandas! You see this above photo right here? This photo represents my demise as a sane human being. This stupid sign has ruled over me ever since I moved to Muswell Hill. Look at it, standing all high and mighty like a dictator, suppressing my very being with his square demeanour. He’s taunting me as we speak. Actually, he’s practically giving me the middle finger. Every morning me and this dick, square each other down (see what I did there!) for an epic western battle of Clint Eastwood sized proportions. And every evening our battle for middle earth continues without skipping a beat. Quite frankly me and this douche need to sort it out quick because as far as I’m concerned it’s only a matter of time before I really start to lose my marbles. Yeah, contrary to what you might believe as you’re reading this, I am not cuckoo’s nest crazy yet. But I mean the sands of the hour glass are dwindling down to a finite little mound. So I need to sort my shit out fucking ASAP!

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