If you experience anxiety, you may feel easily embarrassed at anxious manifestations — what you say, or what you do. Know first that you’re not alone. Anxiety in itself is not a condition but a natural biological process. However, persistent anxiety may turn into a condition with more prevalent symptoms, and you can manage it with tools and support.
Perhaps you feel mortified after you’ve had a panic attack in public or when you cancel plans with friends at the last minute because of social anxiety.
Shame and anxiety don’t have to bog you down. There are ways to cope.
We have had people reading here from Russia Ukraine China etc . I regret that our politicians and leaders can’t talk to each other so easily.
I suppose the Russian viewers might be looking at the blog in the hope of making some useful information but there is nothing useful in this blog about intelligence services, the army etc
But if any other country like Russia wants to know what’s going on in Britain they only have to look at at the fact that we have had 3 prime ministers this year to know what’s going on here and how the people are hungry and cold and cannot get to the hospital quickly with broken bones or strokes and that despite this since we have the pandemic the rich even richer than they were before Somewhere deep down they know they are doing something bad.
Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm, Raineth drop and staineth slop And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham. Freezeth river, turneth liver Damn you, sing: Goddamm. Goddamm, Goddamm, tis why I am, Goddamm. So ‘gainst the winter’s balm Sing Goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm Sing Goddamm, sing Goddamm, DAMM.
Challenging the dangerous allure of being perfectly understood and held in perfect sympathy — by others, or by ourselves — she writes:
That illusion of a world so shaped that it echoes every groan, of human beings so tied together by common needs and fears that a twitch at one wrist jerks another, where however strange your experience other people have had it too, where however far you travel in your own mind someone has been there before you — is all an illusion.
We do not know our own souls, let alone the souls of others. Human beings do not go hand in hand the whole stretch of the way. There is a virgin forest in each; a snowfield where even the print of birds’ feet is unknown. Here we go alone, and like it better so. Always to have sympathy, always to be accompanied, always to be understood would be intolerable