I haven’t written much about my Anxiety of late and this is because, strangely, it’s not been a big part of my life lately.
It seems strange saying that after nearly two years of it ruling my life but that’s where I am at the moment. I think about it a lot but it doesn’t command me as much as it did just a few weeks ago. Continue reading
Not satisfied with a quick change I have gone for the full whack. I also want to do this without closing the site down for any reason. All content is still available all of the time.
It is driving me slightly insane at the moment as I have to update each individual post to create the site that I want. Well, almost the site I want.
FIFA, that well respected governance of world football, have again brought a negative story upon themselves. This time it’s put a stamp on Scotland and England displaying poppies. Why? Because FIFA think they are a political statement. Continue reading
Happy Monday Blog Followers!
I am writing you this as I have made some changes to the site. I am trying to make it simpler over all. Although I am not happy with the background. Want it to be funkier but people still need to be able to read the posts!
Sigh. Another day and another “woe is me” statement from Ibrox. Poor old (new) Rangers. What on earth did they do to deserve such a tough run of luck? No one there can understand it. They got beaten in the Scottish Cup Final on May 21st when it was their right to win it. Every player and official was assaulted on the pitch when a vicious Hibernian crowd ran on to the pitch intent on causing as much violence and desruction as possible. Everything that has happened to Rangers since has been Hibernian’s fault. Continue reading
When I left Easter Road yesterday afternoon I was actually at a loss for words. This isn’t the first time that’s happened, but it only ever happens after a loss.
After a win I can give you any number of words, sentences and usually clichés galore because there is so much to be said about winning. Continue reading
I didn’t go to Dumbarton on Saturday. By the time I’d faffed around and decided that, yes, I would like to go, there were no tickets left. I could have went on the hunt for any bought by people who couldn’t go etc but that seemed an effort.
About twenty years ago I used to be young. I was in my late teens and living life to the max. Out Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights most weekends. Work was fine because I was young and I could get in at three in the morning and up a couple of hours later for work.
Lately, when I’ve been feeling a little low or in need of a general feel good moment I have fired up the Scottish Cup Final of 2016 and watched the last few minutes.
It’s Henderson to deliver…and David Gray has scored, the Captain! Hibs are on the brink of history!
Still get a thrill from watching it. The corner, the header, the reaction. What a day. What a weekend. I still can’t properly explain it to people. I’ll say “it was just…amazing.”
It’s closing on two years since I got my real diagnosis of Generalised Anxiety Disorder. I’d known for a long time that something was wrong. I’d waken in the morning with a heavy body. By that I mean a body that is wanting to stay in bed, stay safe and not have to deal with anything. This didn’t happen every day but just now and again.