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OCDiaries: What a Bad Day Looks Like

I wrote this post on a day when I was really, really struggling with anxiety after a stupid trigger set me off. I thought it might be helpful to cast some light on how exactly bad anxiety attacks can make life pretty hard when they’re in full force, so I’ve detailed my train of thought […]

OCDiaries: Irrational, Bitches

Hi, honestly, I’ve just written this post because I want to talk about Trufa, the dog my parents are fostering right now and maybe the love of my life. Look at her. LOOK at her. Look at her. Her little mismatching ears! Her white beard! She’s so distinguished! I only got to spend a few days with […]

OCDiaries: Intruder Alert

There I am, just minding my own business, smelling my cat’s little head and drinking the a brew from mystery teabag that I found in my enormous Box of Unsorted Tea a few minutes before. Then, out of nowhere, BAM! An intruder. But it’s inside my own head. Take that one and run with it, Wachowskis. In […]

OCDiaries: The Up-Downsides of Diagnosis

Before we go the fuck anywhere with this, I just want to yell loudly about the fact that my debut novel is out in THREE DAYS and you can still get it at a pre-release discount till then right here – it’s about rape, sexual dysfunction, misogyny, and harassment, so it’s all round a bundle […]

OCDiaries: Sick in the Head

I’m sick in the head. And I don’t mean that in the “ooh, I’m mentally ill, I have an anxiety disorder” way. I mean it quite literally: in my own head, I am often sick. Because one of the ways my stupid anxiety likes to manifest itself is via outrageous concern about my health.

OCD, Or How I Never Learned to Stop Worrying

I’m seven years old, and I’m standing in front of an unopened packet of new toothbrushes: four, one for each member of my family. And I know I have a big choice in front of me, because the colour of the one I choose will dictate the safety of all of them. Red? No, too […]

Mindfulness for Assholes

Hi! I’m Louise, and I’m an asshole.

Sorry to Bother You

First and foremost, and since you asked: Yes! The title of this post is a reference to the amazing movie by Boots Riley that was out last year! Go watch it! Already! Please!

An Insomniac’s Guide to Insomnia

Hi, I’m Louise, I’m twenty-four, and I never fucking learned how to sleep!

The Little Things

You ever see those adverts for Pepsi? The ones that list off a bunch of adjectives in a row about how great Pepsi is? Lip-smacking, thirst-quenching, ace-tasting, and so on and so forth. I get them stuck in my head a lot, because my useless hellbrain likes to torment me with nonsense that serves no purpose in […]