Dating in your 30’s is not a whole heck of a lot of fun. But dating in your 30’s when you suffer from anxiety, well that’s when shit gets real interesting, folks. I’ve recently taken it upon myself to find shiny new ways to oscillate between self-destruction and self-preservation, when it comes to matters of the heart. And when I first thought about it, I hesitated in even writing this post. But then I realized that I started this blog to help people, with not only their physical health, but also with their mental health. And with that said, cue the need for transparency and vulnerability.
Hope can be one of the best and worst things for my anxiety. I used to think that clinging onto it was the only way to surmount the rising pressure of my symptoms. But over time, I started to see how detrimental it could be to always feel like I need to go to a place of optimism and high expectations. As negative as it may sound, that mentality actually sets me up for failure against the daily battle with my mental illness.
*By Jiries Rabba*
The uncomfortable conversation we need to have about mental health before Movember moves on…
Thousands of men are getting ready to mow down their Movember moustaches. Before long, the outward signs of the campaign will all but fade away. But, have we done enough to publicly discuss one of the newer educational pillars and beneficiary causes of the movement: mental health and suicide prevention?