The Brain Behind the Blog

I haven’t always been an overthinker, but over time, I became the type of person who Googles a mild headache and ends up convincing myself I’m moments away from a rare brain haemorrhage.

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Sound familiar? If so, you’re in the right place.

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In my early 20s, I was drowning in self-doubt and insecurity, with no clue why I felt the way I did. It wasn’t until I started therapy that I learned I had a generalised anxiety disorder. Turns out, those overwhelming feelings were symptoms of unresolved trauma that had been quietly piling up over the years.

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Determined to free myself from the endless cycle of worry, I threw myself into therapy, personal development, and all the messy, uncomfortable self-reflection that comes with healing. I used all the tools, brought it all up to the surface and dealt with it.

 

And for a while, I thought I’d cracked it.

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But about a year after finishing therapy for good, a moment occurred that made me realise my anxiety hadn’t disappeared. Sure, it wasn’t screaming at me anymore. I wasn’t waking up at 3 a.m. in a panic, and I did genuinely feel better about myself. But anxiety had simply shape-shifted —becoming quieter, more insidious, yet just as controlling.

 

It was still influencing my thoughts, my choices, and the way I moved through the world, keeping me small and sheltered.

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And that made me furious.

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I’d done so much work. And not just any work—painful, heartbreaking work to get better. So why was anxiety still here?

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I thought back to something my therapist once told me: anxiety may never fully leave. And while that might be true, I would not be content unless I tried to rid myself of it once and for all. 

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There was a time when I didn't have anxiety. So, I thought back and realised I had one thing then that I struggled to have now - an innate sense of trust.

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And then I realised: all the experiences that caused anxiety to develop in the first place stemmed from moments when I'd lost trust - in myself, others and the world around me.

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So, this blog is about my journey to rebuild trust. Because I truly believe that when we have a fierce sense of trust, anxiety cannot thrive. And I believe I can rebuild that trust in myself. And I believe you can too.​

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I’ll share what I learned in therapy (because while it didn’t fix everything, it helped a lot). I’ll tell the stories of when I lost trust and how I learned to rebuild it. Along the way, I realised anxiety is deeply personal. Sure, we might all experience similar symptoms—self-doubt, perfectionism, overthinking, etc. But, fundamentally, our anxiety has developed from our own set of uniquely personal past experiences, the situations we’ve faced, and the way we coped at the time.

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I’ve used the pages of my journal to write my way through anxiety for many years now, and I thought it was about time to see whether what I’ve learned can help others on their own journey.

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So, come join the conversation! I'd absolutely love to know what you think, leave comments, and share your stories.

 

Life's too short to let even those whispers of self-doubt hold you back.

 

So, let's go get anxiety once and for all.