Introduction.

Hello. (Wow that was really poor attempt at starting this blog, I will actually apologise for that, but I promise this will get better).
I am going to be completely honest here and only state the truth and nothing but the truth...this blog is mainly just for the purpose of myself. So that I can write down all the 1000s of busy bodies that pass through my mind every waking hour of the day, IF I can help another fellow being by writing this stuff down then I would've fullfilled my human duty.
I am not afraid to say that my mind works differently to others.Yes I am afraid about what this can mean and what it can do but unlike most other people around me, I am not indenial about the fact my brain is the odd one out in a bunch of mainstreams.
I suffer, although not diagnosed (and I don't really agree with the word suffer but couldn't find a better alternative) with a term that is extremely common named as the one and only ANXIETY (woohoo!) Upon thinking back to my childhood, I realise that I was anxious from a very young age. Whilst other children were anxious about jumping off the climbring frame backwards, I was anxious about my parents safety and whether or not they had made it into work ok. Not normal huh? It gets worst... But you will have to continue reading my posts to reach that finalie of a point.
Anxiety is not just feeling shy or not having the confidence to beat up life with your forehead. I don't really tend to talk about my anxieties with people for fear of them thinking I am making it up (no really guys my brain is that messed! I'm not lying...) But when I do people are shocked, "but Annie you seem so confident" "no your not like that, your a chatterbox!" "Umm only people with a doctors note have serious anxiety" well no lovely people I am telling you now that whilst I am having that really in depth conversation with you about my favourite shade of lipgloss, really I'm thinking 'what if my family member is in trouble' 'what if my step-dad never stops arguing with me' 'I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself'. All these pointless little mind thoughts like to nest in my overly inviting brain and I cannot control them and I do not know why I think them either. So if you think these messed up thoughts or are just down in the dumps remember my thoughts are just as (if not more) messed up and I will lend you the metaphorical hand of mindfulness (aka F*** you brain) and we can be on our way down the route of pretending to get better but falling into that trap again, doh!
Happy reading :)