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Things to say to someone with Anxiety | A Frequent Sadness
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We're all somewhere on the sadness spectrum sometimes. Things to say to someone with Anxiety. Recently I read an article on things not to say to people with anxiety. I won’t link you to it because 1. I’ve lost the link, and 2. Google will turn up all manner of similar articles. It seems then, that there is. Why should I add on to this? How does my 1 little post that only gets 1 or 2 views on a normal day, and 10 on a really great day, add any more to the 109 million results out there? There is nothing wo...
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Can Someone Please Explain this to Me? | A Frequent Sadness
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We're all somewhere on the sadness spectrum sometimes. Can Someone Please Explain this to Me? Summary: CBT was to teach me how to slow my thoughts down and deal with present stresses, and to help with the anxiety problems. Psychodynamic therapy is to help me better deal with my past, and ultimately give me an upgrade for my coping mechanisms (ie, so I stop using the coping mechanisms that I used as a child and/or as a teenager). And in that time I’ve been feeling a bit of a fraud. I’m weird, but not.
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But Why Would Anyone Want to be That? | A Frequent Sadness
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We're all somewhere on the sadness spectrum sometimes. But Why Would Anyone Want to be That? Musings whilst walking home, whilst listening to some music…. Things that I remember wanting to be, and why. I am sure that I am not the only one who feels like this. Do I look like a psychopath to you? But that’s boring. And every human (whether they admit it or not) wants to be paid a certain degree of attention. To commit the perfect crime (no trace of baddie) requires that one does not speak abo...I wanted th...
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The One Million Things that could go wrong | A Frequent Sadness
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We're all somewhere on the sadness spectrum sometimes. The One Million Things that could go wrong. This isn’t a listicle, and no, I’m not going to actually list one million things. As if anyone would want to read through all of it without feeling that they could have done without about 90% of the list. BUT I must put a long entry warning. You have been warned. Now on to the actual thingummies of the One Million Things that could go wrong. Getting to bed on time. Farming – I know your little farms a...
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A Frequent Sadness | We're all somewhere on the sadness spectrum sometimes. | Page 2
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We're all somewhere on the sadness spectrum sometimes. I am in a dilemma. The Views of a Visual Thinker. The “Asian” Way. Just not the “done thing”. Caring for your DF, an Introduction. But Why Would Anyone Want to be That? The End of a Chapter. Can Someone Please Explain this to Me? Very Inspiring Blogger Award. One who was…. Ramble: How do you read? Oh hey here is some news. Don’t leave me alone with my thoughts…. London, I Miss You. On Just not the “done …. A Frequent Sadness…. Ramble: How do you read?
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Mad World | A Frequent Sadness
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We're all somewhere on the sadness spectrum sometimes. One afternoon, George discovered that the ceiling was made of paper. Plain, office paper. He couldn’t say for sure how he knew. But he did. It was just after lunch when he had made his discovery, after stretching his arms, followed by a few seconds of staring at the ceiling. It was a good print job, he conceded. Very high resolution, etcetera, etcetera. Even the lights – emitting their papery glow, as much as paper could, he supposed. But there was n...
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All Hail the Loser | A Frequent Sadness
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We're all somewhere on the sadness spectrum sometimes. All Hail the Loser. I work in a school now. Recently, I’ve been having some very sad dreams. Dreams about me being back in school, except as my current, older, wiser self. It was horrid. I lived through all the bullying, the subtle aggression, and being invisible. As if I didn’t matter. I was a loser. That loser. The one that was bullied, ignored, and who eventually retreated so far into her head, which only made the bullying worse. It ma...You are c...
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Don’t leave me alone with my thoughts… | A Frequent Sadness
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We're all somewhere on the sadness spectrum sometimes. Don’t leave me alone with my thoughts…. Sometimes I realise I am better off without them… the negative ones anyway. But what do you do when most of your thoughts are negative? Other times, when I am not stuck in my head inside a screaming metal tube hurtling through the air faster than any human being has a right to travel (but it’s really convenient, you know? November 11, 2016. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». Leave a Reply x. London, I Miss You.
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Flowy | A Frequent Sadness
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We're all somewhere on the sadness spectrum sometimes. Right, I have been using this app for a while. Not that long, just a little while. But when I do remember to use it, it’s rather helpful. Bear in mind that it’s meant to help with panic attacks, and to restore your breathing rhythm to a regular rate. Not to help you take deep breaths. With that in mind, let me introduce Flowy. Http:/ www.flowygame.com/. I’ve only used it twice so far. Here’s this morning’s record of my experience. So here’s whe...
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London, I Miss You | A Frequent Sadness
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We're all somewhere on the sadness spectrum sometimes. London, I Miss You. London, I miss you. I miss the memories that I laid in the paving stones, shiny as a bright penny. I miss the rain-slick streets, and the grey sky days that fit me more than any tropical sunshine ever did. But those days are behind me, and the distance only grows ever further between me and my halcyon days. Were they really? London, I miss you. We are no longer the same as we remember each other. We are like friends who might ...
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