It turns out finding the time to write is difficult. I want to say that I'll make a better effort in future but I don't like making promises I can't keep. The bottom line is that life gets in the way of writing about it so I'll just write when I can and you can read when you can, or not. What has spurred my interest to write again? Edinburgh airport. I was over visiting a close friend, Chris, who is studying at Edinburgh Uni and sitting in the airport waiting for my return flight gate to be announced I desperately needed a distraction. I hate to not finish what I started so here's the first of hopefully many trips to Edinburgh.
I spent a lot of time over the summer thinking about what my first blog post would be about. The function of this blog was not just to be my outlet but to help others who may have been or could currently be in my position. For me, reading about other people's experiences especially with something like anxiety or depression is very comforting. The most terrifying aspect of struggling with mental health is that feeling of being alone. Not just alone like there's no one around but alone in how you feel. As if no one else has felt the way you do now and that no one understands. It makes you feel insane. It's claustrophobic. There's no way I'm alone in feeling alleviation reading the stories of others' so this is my way of contributing and helping myself.