Crippling anxiety is truly… crippling. I’ve had it all my life (and it can be a part of autism, especially when you’re masking and desperately trying to conform to social expectations whilst being triggered by a deluge of sensory stimuli: it made me quite avoidant. Panic attacks were so bad that I thought I would literally die - I’d fall to the ground, hands and feet drumming on the earth, unable to breathe, thinking I was going to be sick, my limbs as weak as water, heart pounding so fast it was like a single beat.
I didn’t post bleeping reels on Instagram.
Nor did I think a pseudo-tonic would cure it.
It’s psychological.
EMDR helped me an awful lot - that, and getting back to singing so I have good breath control. I take vitamins and minerals every day, always have done, and guess what? They didn’t touch it! You need to speak with a therapist over anxiety. Not fan around with pictures of your hideous wardrobe and ‘leave code at checkout’.
I think she’s faking it. I think she gets overwhelmed sometimes with how dull her life is, how she has two children she doesn’t want to mother, and how she’s been caught out three on the ‘gram in recent months: the Nestle shitshow, the Simply Be ‘shoot’ and poor Alf’s ankle. She wants everyone to make excuses for her, gloss over the fact she has an emotionally, mentally and physically stunted child crying out for love and affection, to be the centre of attention and to ascend the hierarchy of victimhood - perhaps even seeing herself as a spokeswoman for ADHD.
For me, this is typical narcissistic panic - deflect, deflect, deflect, and make others feel bad about YOUR awful behaviour.
London
So awkward 
. That purple dress is particularly vile
