Diary of teenage angst (WT) pt 1

This is not a self help guide, I am helpless at solving the issues of this 32 e busty babe. I may look calm and collected but I probably just had a breakdown. Please bear with as I attempt to comfort the teenage angst I think we all feel but fail to mention. Sit back with a Diet Coke, coffee or crack and delve in.

Hello, hi and the warmest of welcomes from me. Someone who is emotionally unstable at the most random of things, has an addiction to diet coke and walking, is drawn to charity shops like a bee to honey. Someone who has recently found happiness again and I’m not quite sure why. I don’t know if it’s the anti depressants (editors note it probably is) but also finding a peace within.

When I say peace I don’t mean all tranquil and zen like vibes. That’s not me. By peace I mean being nicer to myself and not letting the inner voice take over. For periods of my very short life so far, this voice has been a fairly negative presence and is a bit like having a kick in chest every time you try and get up. There is always something else to worry about. This is not a ground breaking phenomena. Most of us are worriers so welcome to the club. My Grannie worries will we all get jobs, my Auntie worries if she is doing enough in her job (she is because she’s an absolute boss) and my Mum worries whether she has locked the doors. Our worries take different forms, images and shapes but ultimately they still do a very good job of haunting and taunting. Mission accomplished guys.

Basically it’s normal to worry. No matter how many times you’re told this you will still worry, I do and I’m sure you do.

This applies to all types of friends that live within, be it depression, anxiety, OCD, eating disorders, ptsd etc. Thoughts we think are abnormal are normal. You tell them they’re not special and see how they like that. Probably not very much if mental health and being a teenager is anything to go off.