Stress. The subtle strangler. It manifests itself in many ways. A fabrication of the mind. Sending cortisol coursing through our veins. Life – so full of precious pressures. So petty, so small, minute. ‘A busy life is a happy one.’ A lie disguised as truth.
Teeth grit like vice grips on steel. The metallic hiss rings unforgivingly long. I raise my hands to the air Empty handed I surrender. Empty handed I look for answers. Yet none rings true for this. Like a swinging pendulum I’m hot and then cold Impatience – an unwelcome friend yet makes itself all tooContinue reading “Poem: Anger”
An advantage or a hindrance? The Goldilocks analogy, Too much – and you can’t handle it. Too little – and you’re indifferent. Your blood, now laced with cortisol, Your mind is always racing, Synapses twitch like rabbits nostrils, Your patience is fast erasing. What can you do to make it stop? You internallyContinue reading “Poem: Stress”
I now totally get where the saying ‘you’ve got up on the wrong side of bed this morning’ comes from, by doing just that this morning. Waking up today made me feel like climbing up Mt Everest would’ve been easier. No sooner had I stood up that I had realised both of my hamstrings wereContinue reading “Mood Swings”
At the ripe old age of 23, it’s safe to say that fatigue should be a common occurrence, right? Wrong! Then why is it the norm for me to walk around like a zombie and to fight to keep my eyes open by noon? Lots of us feel tired alot of the time but we’reContinue reading “Why Do I Feel So Exhausted?”