My OCD became worse when I was around people. So I spent a lot my life escaping into an imaginary world. My art allowed me to concoct a whole new universe without fear, without anxiety. Even now, painting allows me to breath and for the self-doubt to stop.
We have about 60,000 thoughts per day, or 42 thoughts per minute! That's right... We are more in our head than in the world. We interpret and dissect the world in our head, and create our own truth, our own reality. We decide on actions according to our conclusions. Therefore, it is logical to say that our thoughts create our reality.
Lie down (woop!) with your child, and place teddy bears or soft toys on your bellies. Encourage your child to try some abdominal breathing by taking deep inhalations through their nose and and exhaling through their mouth.
Relationships can be hard work to maintain, and this week I knew I needed to work on one of mine. The toddler, 18 days ago, became a big sister. I know it's been 18 days because I'm counting the scratches on her cot walls.
I started off creating a website where people could chat anonymously called Black Dog Tribe. Now I think it's time to meet with another human who knows how you're feeling because he or she has been there. There is no replacement for connecting with people like you and feeling that they care.
Walking is as simple as it gets - it's free, it's easy and you don't need anything to get going. Whether it's a long stroll in the countryside or a twenty minute break at lunch, walking gives us space to breathe, relax and think more clearly.
The word 'diet' sends a shiver of misery down most spines. I know this because I spent many years locked in a cycle of diet, binge, diet, binge, which in turn led to feelings of guilt and made a serious dent in my self-esteem.
Adding 'okay' to your vocabulary is so vital in today's society when there is pressure from every angle. When you're expected to do unpaid overtime, have a 'perfect' house, a 'perfect' body and a 'perfect' social life all at the same time (which, by the way, is entirely unrealistic). You are okay. You really are okay. And most of the time, so am I.
I had a baby. The last time I had a baby was just over two years ago, around the same time that we began watching Game of Thrones. Interestingly, I can remember virtually every storyline of Game of Thrones and yet I had forgotten many of the details of life with a newborn.
I knew I wanted to make a change, but this time it had to be permanent, I was well and truly fed up with losing weight just to gain it back a few weeks later. Of course, I wanted to have more confidence and enjoy playing with my children, plus I knew that being miserable about the way I looked meant that I wasn't that much fun to be around.
As terrible as the world is, if we keep our attention off the button of de-stigmatization, we'll never get anywhere and those in this country who are suffering from a mental emergency won't get any help. I've heard too many stories about someone not finding a hospital, even on the verge of suicide.
The question that remains the most perplexing of all isn't who shot Kennedy or what happened that made the Big Bang, bang. The most perplexing question of all is 'what is happiness?', and also 'how do you get some?' More books are written about it than everything else combined.
I had thoroughly prepared for a positive birth experience, but not for one that went so far off plan. It took me a long time to be able to discuss the birth calmly, and even longer to forgive myself for decisions made in moments of panic.
My position is actually that we need stress, otherwise nothing would get us out of bed. We'd all be playing banjo on our porches in Alabama. Stress is part of our legacy from the Stone Age for reasons of survival otherwise we would have ended up as pieces of jurassic finger food.
A recent convert to mindful living I've been slowly trying to change my life. So far I've made some significant steps to a better existence. My attitude to work is the biggest change. Instead of mindlessly driving myself into the ground trying to do a great job, I'm still doing my job well but with a few simple tweaks.
It's a toughie. In the kitchen I am rarely just cooking. There is usually also some tidying, cleaning, laundry and conversation also taking place. And often a toddler driving a plastic car into my legs.