Hello to anyone reading this 🤷🏻‍♀️

I started this blog in January 2019 hoping to document my year, and recovery from a significantly bad spate of poor mental health. I thought 2019 was going to be my year, that I would re-find myself, and rediscover my passion for writing and love of life. Things didn’t quite go to plan.

The beginning of the year started off as any other, the business of work kept me occupied from February through to March, as it usually does following the Christmas break. I was feeling okay in myself, but my mental health was still poor and I was operating as a hermit once again, only leaving the house for work, and my promised-to-my-mum quick walk around the local shops every Saturday.

April came and things took a turn for the worse. My mental health limiting my outings brought arguments with my then-boyfriend, which turned to more significant issues with our relationship. This itself only made my mental health worse, and deep down I knew things weren’t going to last. Still, I soldiered on, praying that his attitude and thoughts would change, and my confidence grow.

The beginning of May we broke up, and with that went my custody of our cat, Bee. I was devastated, but the threat of “I won’t survive without him” rattled me, and I gave him up to my ex for good.

The days that followed were hard. A combination of my closest colleague leaving, my two best friends breaking up and fighting, and the end of my CBT shook me to the core. I was low, desperate and nearly at the point of relapse, but my friends rallied and didn’t let it happen.

The weeks that followed I became stronger. I felt more alive than I have in years. One of my closest friends from the States visited me and I toured him around the city with newfound confidence. I was my own person again. Anxiety still haunted me, but I pushed past it and tried my best not to let it control me.

At the very end of May a friend persuaded me to download Tinder to “see what else is out there”. Now, given that I had been in basically back-to-back relationships since 16 years old, the world of adult dating was new, and pretty terrifying.

A fair few dinner offers, awkward conversations and sexual propositions later, I matched with someone I felt an instantaneous connection with. Not only did he make me laugh, he had experienced General Anxiety Disorder first hand and gotten through it, and though his experiences were different to mine he understood. It felt like a breath of fresh air. The taboos of the topic melted away as we laughed about our experiences together and I felt for the first time in a long time able to realise that the condition won’t control me forever.

A couple of months later, we are together and he’s become a large part of my life.

Some may say I moved on too quickly, but the more time I spend with him, the more I realise how lost my previous relationship had gotten and how it was over before I even realised it.

Now we are in September, I am hopeful to begin writing again with a fresh new start (having deleted all my previous posts).

Maybe I will finally document my recovery as I planned at the beginning of the year. Who knows.

Katie-Lou x

P.S. I got my own kitten at the beginning of July, his name is Casper and he is beautiful.