Dealing with Anxiety

Hi guys! If you’re reading this, thank you!

So, for years and years i have struggled with anxiety but recently i have pushed myself out of my comfort zone to help myself grow. Anxiety is one of the most painful, crushing things to deal with, as I’m sure a lot of you know. It’s almost like you have to deal with it head on, to ever slightly move past it.

My anxiety ranges from not being able to leave the house by myself to being too scared to go to the toilet alone. It’s different everyday. Some days i walk down the street with a smile, thinking that I’m the next Beyonce and that everyone fancies me (thats probably the BPD) and other days i can’t even look up or hold back the tears.

I never really thought i did anything to help my anxiety, until recently i was out with work and one of the girls said to me “whats with the hair bobble?” and it was then i realised i had a hair bobble wrapped around my fingers. I always always alllllways have a hair bobble on my wrist and it wasn’t until that night that i realised i had been using this as a way to distract myself (without even knowing i was doing it?) weird.

Since then, i have seen many different ideas that i’ve thought about trying, but never have. I did actually join a gym, that really really helps but sometimes even just the walk to the gym makes me feel sick at the thought. Like i said, it’s different every day.

One idea i did try and that has stuck with me is healing stones. I bought two beautiful healing stones when i was in manchester and i keep them in my coat pocket with me at all times.. If i feel anxious or nervous i get them out and just hold one in each hand, whilst walking or doing whatever i’m doing. This calms me down a little and distracts my mind. I love my little stones!

Anxiety is so underrated, people do not understand the pain we go through everyday to even get out of bed, go outside or speak to people. If you’re struggling please don’t hesitate to reach out for help, there’s so many people around you that love you. My DM’s are always open on twitter.

Thanks for reading, Jessie x

A little background info..

Hi guys! If you’re reading this.. thank you!

So, my name is Jessie and I’m 23 years old. I live on a beautiful little island in the middle of the irish sea!

I’ve always struggled with my mental health, since around the age of 14. I’ve never really been open about it, not until the last two years. This was fear of being judged and I’m always worried of being labelled as an attention seeker, especially when i am the complete opposite.

When i was 14, i was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. I didn’t understand it at all and was made to go to counselling, where i didn’t open up and lied about being ok so was therefor discharged from the mental health scheme. My mother never believed i was depressed, not even when i started self harming really bad. I was super addicted to self harming (I haven’t self harmed in years now, yay!) School was so hard for me, I was always bullied for being chunky and for being ‘weird’.. blah blah you know how it goes!

Anyway.. I’ve always had the weirdest most horrible mood swings, identity issues and almost felt like i didn’t have just one personality.. I couldn’t figure out what was going on inside my head, to make me switch and say such horrible things or react so badly. Then i came across Borderline Personality Disorder and i ticked every box. Off i went to my doctor and said “this is it! this is it! this is why i am the way i am..” to then get the reply of “You do fit the part. If i refer you to the mental health department, you’ll be waiting months, maybe over a year for just an appointment, let alone a diagnosis.” yep, let that sink in. Welcome to the Isle Of Man, where mental health support doesn’t exist.

So here i am, knowing that i have BPD but i’m unable to get any support. Just antidepressants/mood stabilisers thrown at me and told to get on with it.