At the age of 10 years old, I developed a series of anxiety disorders. I would experience panic attacks. I felt on edge and unable to relax and at one stage, this prevented me from leaving the house. I felt as if I was alone and did not realise that other people experienced the same issues as me. I was surviving.
The best thing about being young is the fact that we have so many opportunities to look forward to. When I graduate, there are so many things I can't wait to do from moving to London to hiking the Grand Canyon. My best years are still to come and I plan on embracing life in any way I can.
Please Do Lead Me Astray The House of Lords is reeling after a certain peer was found to be ageing rather disgracefully. I
ife and death are the great pretenders, the illusionists who compel us to make sense of the hand we have been dealt with and even that is the luck of the draw (or karma, for some). Every day we are challenged and struggle to make sense of our world but that doesn't mean we have to give in to fear, worse yet, to a fear of ourselves.
We Brits are probably the best in the world at talking about the weather because we so hope the sun will finally break through the clouds and when it does, we are literally over the moon with happiness.
A number of factors have persuaded me that perhaps it is time to live out the rest of my life exactly as I would want it. The last twenty years have been to say the least, quite traumatic: upheavals, long journeys, divorce and terrible betrayal within my own family.
John Cleese has been in the news lately for his autobiography which has the critics in agreement on one thing: how can a 74 year old man still harbour such bitter resentment towards his own mother? Answer: very easy, really.
Albertina- this gentle pensioner had recently lost two grandchildren- one in a road accident and the other from a heart attack. She had just returned from comforting her daughter who is 'coping' with the loss of her two children. Albertina is teaching herself French to take her mind off her lost grand kids...