The Kiss

Am I an awkward person? Yes. Do I help myself to not be one? Absolutely not. Here’s my internal narration of what was me trying to leave my partner’s flat.

Yesterday, I learned that instead of not really liking the act of kissing, my partner is just kind of awkward about it. And by awkward, I mean very reasonable in reading my body language, which as it turns out, suggests that I don’t like kissing. I’ve been silently observing their inaction, and just came to accept that we would not kiss a lot, with equal silence. Upon leaving their flat, I decided to go in for a goodbye kiss, aiming for their mouth, yet ending up at their nose.

“Where are you aiming for?” they asked.

“I’m not sure.” I lied, thinking about the fact that I somehow missed their mouth.  “Everywhere, I guess,” I said, in an attempt to cover my bad kiss and make it seem intentional at best.

I then proceeded to kiss their left cheek, forehead, right cheek, nose, and finally, mouth. In my defense, they didn’t tilt their head when I went in for the kiss, which made the act a lot harder. I wonder, though, if this was out of their own awkwardness, or rather due to me avoiding eye contact and hugging them a few too many times over the previous 5 minutes, not clearly making the scene one where I was meant to be leaving. I’m starting to suspect it may be the latter.

After my failed kiss, I decided I needed to leave immediately to allow myself a smaller window in which to internally cringe at my own actions. I exclaimed slightly too loudly “Goodnight to you sir, and goodbye!” as I stepped out of the door and into the snow. A flawless exit. I’d return about 8 minutes later with milk for their breakfast the next day, waiting outside for a few minutes too long because I didn’t want to come across as too eager in knocking on the door for the second time. Their partner opened the door.

“Ah, we couldn’t hear you!” he said, as I handed him the litre of semi-skimmed milk. “Next time you can knock on the bedroom window.”

It did indeed make sense and was something I had considered in those few cold minutes. It was an act, however, that would require a more targeted courageousness that I did not possess at that time. I quickly said goodnight and hurriedly walked away into the night, as if that were to somehow put some distance between me and my awkward interactions. I fear it did not.

– H


Trial and error

I didn’t have any plans for after finishing university; I kinda figured at the end of my degree I’d have some clue what to do. Fresh out of student loans and in need of money, I took the quickest route to cash; I went back to work at the pub I’d worked at the previous summer.

“Really, a pub?” I hear you ask, “Don’t you have social anxiety?!” I hear you holler. And yes, yes I do. Looking back, I can honestly say for the first month I enjoyed myself. There were different people working there, some familiar regulars, and this was my first postgraduate job so it felt kinda special! Over the next 5 months, however, things just got worse; getting home at 12:30am every morning and sleeping irregular hours was starting to take its toll, I wasn’t seeing my friends or even my flatmates very much, I had hardly any time to myself, my diet was 80% fatty pub dinners, I slipped into the drinking culture, lots of the customers were generally bigoted, my boss was unpredictable in their mood (which translated into varying levels stress for me), and to top it off my anxiety could quite easily be triggered on any given day.

When did I realise that maybe things weren’t working out? The thing that first comes to mind is the day my partner and flatmate had to convince me to stay home because I was throwing up all morning because my boss made me stay back after work and drink with them. I could have refused (as I did on future occasions), but I felt obliged to as a person in a position of lower power. I could have drunk a lot less, but I was new to alcohol and had no idea what my limits were or even what effects different types of alcohol had on me. The first time I was ever drunk was the year before when I worked there over the summer and I got kept back for drinks. When I was ill the next day, I didn’t feel like I had the option to call in sick because my anxiety told me that there would be ‘consequences’ if I couldn’t make it into work. In my mind, if I had to take time off work then it would be a personal failure and I would be letting everyone down. In reality, my manager would probably be annoyed, as would the boss, and everyone working that day would be under a bit more pressure, and life would go on (which is exactly what did happen).

My naivety to alcohol and my social anxiety were a tragic combination that made it far too easy for me to slip into the drinking culture. I had to learn the difficult way to say no to alcohol. After most shifts, I just wanted to go home and sleep, but a lot of the time I’d get offers from several different people to go out for a drink. With customers it was easy enough to say no; there’s nothing more horrifying than thinking about prolonged social interaction with a stranger. But when the offer came from one of my colleagues, it was a lot harder to say no. When this happened my anxiety would tell me “They won’t like you anymore if you say no” and “You’re a bad friend for not wanting to join them”, and I believed it. So I ended up going out a lot more often than I wanted to, through no fault of theirs, and I drank a lot more than I normally would.

One thing I learned working at the bar is that people buy rounds of drinks for each other, and, depending on who you’re with, saying ‘no’ to another drink means you won’t necessarily not get one. So, depending on who would join me after work, sometimes I would inevitably get stuck with a bottomless glass of alcohol that anchored me to the spot.

Eventually, I learned my limits and how to stand my ground (after several unfortunate hangovers), and that it was up to other people if they wanted to waste money on me after I declined an offer for another drink. Even though I knew I had the right to say no, the pressure I felt from those around me to drink was crushing. The social anxiety I felt when I was out with people was huge and made me desperately want to fit in. I felt embarrassed to say no to drinking because I thought I would be labeled as ‘prude’ and ‘no fun’. I was terrified of what others thought of me. I felt like a pinball in a pinball machine, trapped in my decisions by anxiety and flicked around by the suggestions around me.

I did eventually cotton on to the fact that I shouldn’t be doing things I didn’t want to do, and with a lot of effort, I worked on saying no. Saying no isn’t easy when there is a lot of peer pressure and you just want to fit in, and social anxiety definitely amplifies the experience, but it’s important to respect your own personal boundaries. I went along with something I didn’t want to do, and I won’t be making the same mistake again anytime soon. At least from this whole ordeal, I’ve now got plenty of experience saying no to alcohol.

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It’s no wonder this job contributed to my gradually worsening depression, and it’s funny that at the time I didn’t even think I was becoming that depressed. When you’re in the middle of experiencing something it can be hard to put into perspective, especially if it gradually changes. And for me personally, when I’m mentally in a bad place I can find it hard to remember what being happy is like, making it easy to make a nice little nest and get comfortable in a bad place.

As I got settled into my bartending role, my current reality and the new norm was redefined; and I accepted it without question. My anxiety likes to tell me a lot of the time that I’m the one that needs to change or is at fault, and not my surroundings. This meant that I was accepting working at a job that drained me both physically and emotionally.

Four months into the job, I realised that at some point I’d started internalising the views of those around me. Most of the time when the topic of gender or sexuality came up in a conversation between customers, it would end up being ridiculed or mentioned just to be the butt of a joke. And this happened a lot. It wasn’t the same people each time, either. Honestly, it still astounds me that so many people joke about gender and sexuality. And every time they laughed about it, I felt like they were laughing at me. I also clearly remember the time when I listened to my boss talk about, and consistently misgender, a “transsexual” employee to one of the customers.

I desperately wanted to raise this issue with them, but I felt like I couldn’t challenge someone with power over me. I couldn’t get away from these issues; they were so wide-spread that I felt like I couldn’t even begin to tackle them (although I did educate some of my colleagues and some friendlier customers). For months I’d slowly started criticising myself in a gender- and hetero-normative way because that’s what everyone around me was doing. Without realising it had come from an external source, I started believing that I was lesser for being queer. That I was lesser for being gender non-conforming. That the ways in which I’d come to know myself were somehow invalid. This carved a big chunk out of my self-confidence that I’d built up over the previous year.

Even after discovering these thoughts were coming from external sources, I became painfully self-conscious of acting or looking different. Luckily, this hadn’t been going on for long enough to have a prominent lasting impact, and on the day I finally quit my job I decided to just fuck it and wear my fancy shirt and be Mr. Dapper Bartender.

Having social anxiety, a job working at a busy pub in central London might not sound like the most intuitive thing in the world, but I was able to do it because I viewed talking to people as part of the job. In most interactions I’d have a limited set of words and sentences to pull out; it was a bit like a video game really! As soon as I went off script, however, I’d stumble over my words and my life would flash before my eyes. The longer I spent working at the pub, the more I had to go off script because the regulars would expect increasingly diverse and personal interactions with me. This might have been fine if the crowd of customers comprised people I’d want to mix with, but it didn’t. So to get through these interactions, I resorted to using my best coping mechanism:

… Which I would not recommend to anyone, it’s not fun. But it was better than constantly feeling like I needed to jump out the window. This went hand in hand with the depression, and it left me feeling out of touch and empty. And as my depression got worse, so did my anxiety.

At this point, I could see I was stuck in a cycle, and if I didn’t leave the pub soon then I would be stuck there for much longer than I wanted to be. Fortunately, I was in a position where I could quit, so I handed in my notice a month in advance and left two weeks before Christmas (to my boss’s horror). I’m proud of myself for having quit when I needed to, and ignoring the voices that told me to stay

Although I had a pretty terrible time, I’ve grown as a person for experiencing what I did; I know my limits with alcohol, I feel secure in saying no to alcohol, I eventually accessed the local mental health service, I understand what internalised prejudice look like, I know to avoid people who push you when you say no, and now I can make a pretty mean bloody mary.

Once I’d moved away from the pub, I was able to focus more on myself and the people in my life that support me and push me to be my best self. It’s important to put your own wellbeing first and ask yourself what you need to be doing in order to take care of yourself. It’s also important to build yourself a supportive and nurturing environment to exist in and to cut out what makes you feel bad. It can be hard to figure out what helps, and it can take a lot of trial and error to get it right, but in the meantime keep trying your best and don’t be afraid to stand your ground, be your authentic self, and reach out for help when you need it. The hardest times are what help us grow the most.



This bird gets it. Find more comics by Reza Farazmand here!

Getting out of bed and finishing a degree

Goodbye 2017; a year that was politically shit, but personally gratifying. Who knows what 2018 will hold? It’s got a lot to live up to compared to last year.

A whole year has gone by, and I have a whole bunch of achievements to show for it. Each passing day it can be hard to feel like I’m going in the right direction, or like I’m making any progress, but looking over a year it’s easy to see how all the smaller decisions have cumulated.

This post is a reminder to myself that I can get stuff done. That no, not every day or week has to be a successful one. Even though I may feel like I’m failing in some way or another, it’s important to remember how far I’ve come and how much I’ve grown as a person. In 2018, I hope to have experiences that help me become a more wise and well-rounded individual, whether those be good or bad (also I hope to find a good job, that would be just swell)

There are many things I’m proud of this past year, and many that I don’t want to forget.

  • I left a relationship that was unhealthy.
  • I wrote a whole dissertation! (all 16,000 words of it)
  • I regularly went to LGBT+ socials.
  • I tried running for a couple of months.
  • I finished my undergraduate degree in Biomedical Sciences, graduating with 1st class honours.
  • I finally moved in with my partner of 7 years.
  • I explored solo-dating, and started dating an amazing person (who I’m now partners with 8 long months later)
  • I got a septum piercing!
  • I reached out and sought help for my mental health.
  • I got a keyboard, which might not seem big, but I’ve been waiting 10 years. 10 YEARS.
  • I left my job when it was taking too much of a toll on my mental health.
  • I explored cooking new things.
  • I survived a rough Christmas by relying on friends and family for support.
  • I made new friends, strengthened existing ones, and even rekindled an old friendship.

Each of these things involved so much mental energy (some more than others), but coming out of the other side and looking back on them is completely worth it. I’m proud to say I’ve put in the effort and tried, even if that energy just went towards surviving and looking after myself.

Even when things are bad, or hard, or exhausting; keep going. Circumstances will change. Push through the challenges that come up and you will become a stronger person for doing so. Last year I struggled with getting out of bed and finishing a degree. And I’m proud for overcoming both.

– H

Feels good

Recently I’ve been doing some thinking about what labels I identify with in terms of gender and sexuality after reading The ABC’s of LGBT+ by Ash Hardell. I’ve made it this far without really questioning my gender or looking too hard at my sexuality, but since coming out of a relationship that’s lead to a lot more freedom, I feel like I need to get to properly know myself.

Labels aren’t something that I’ve ever really strongly connected to or questioned growing up; the biggest label I gave to myself in sixth form college was bisexual, and more recently since starting university, polyamorous. But I guess these were because I was pretty certain who I was: a woman who was into guys and girls. What more is there to say?


A whole bunch it turns out.

At the moment I’m questioning myself a lot and trying to figure out who I am (hurray for being in your 20s!), and in doing so I’ve come across lots of different labels for gender and sexuality. In order to understand these better, I watched a lot of youtube videos and read The ABC’s of LGBT+.

Since September of last year, I’ve been regularly attending LGBT+ society meetups and I feel like it’s a place where I can let my guard down and relax a little. But apart from this, I’ve never really been exposed the LGBT+ community and what it actually comprises. Going to these socials gave me an introduction to the world of LGBT+, but reading Ash’s book has really opened my eyes to the wonderful diversity within the community and has given me a much broader view on gender and sexuality (and based on this I intend to read much more into queer theory and history, and feminism!)

Reading The ABC’s of LGBT+ has made me stop and think about aspects of my life that have been/are depicted by expectations that come with the gender binary. Thinking about where I fit in all of this, I realise that non-binary is a word that I connect to.

In the past, my gender non-conformity has confused me and made me question myself and my validity ‘as a woman’, and at points when I was feeling low I tended to think of myself as flaky. I used to think that I needed to ‘choose’ one way to dress and that I couldn’t keep going back and forth between what I thought were my ‘feminine’ and ‘masculine’ outfits. But now I know that however I choose to express myself is perfectly fine, and even more so there are other people who feel the same as I do! And in all honesty, who gives a fuck?!

By learning words like gender identity, expression, and fluidity I was able to find and relate to other peoples’ experiences. I’d never heard/fully understood these terms, but after learning what they meant it made me feel so much better about myself. Just knowing they are there gives me a sense of ease. As I grow and change as a person, I may very well drift into feeling more connected to certain labels, and I’m looking forward to being open to change! I feel more okay now with being fluid in a way I’ve never felt before.

I didn’t really give a damn when I was a kid. I think back to when, as a young child, I used to wear a t-shirt and trousers with a chain one day, and skirts on others. How I was playing with dolls one minute and dinosaurs the next. Role-playing as both boys and girls in the playground and at home. But at some point, I started to get the sense that maybe I wasn’t doing things the way they were supposed to be. That maybe I shouldn’t be doing certain things.

I think about how, in high school, I never wanted to wear skirts, yet felt uncomfortable because many other girls did. How lots of other girls wore makeup and I never had the desire to, and how I felt that somehow this made me less attractive and desirable. How I mainly had male friends, until it was pointed out as something weird, so I changed my whole friendship group to girls. How I always hated my long hair and how it made me look, so I had it cut off, yet didn’t really see many examples of other girls doing the same thing.

I only started feeling uncomfortable in myself when I became aware that there might be a way that I was supposed to act or look. All teenagers worry about fitting in, but it’s extra hassle when gender non-conformity is thrown into the mix. Wearing trousers and choosing not to wear makeup is completely normal, yet they caused me a lot of unnecessary worry and stress because I was completely unaware that options apart from The Perfect Woman™ were available to me.


Something that I had at least some idea about growing up was sexuality. At the very least I was taught that sexuality is a thing. I’ve known since high school that I am attracted to both men and women, and I just kind of accepted bisexuality as the thing that I experienced once I learned the word. I still feel pretty similar today, although since learning more about gender my definition has expanded.

I think labels can be pretty useful to describe yourself to others and to have a clearer sense of yourself. And ultimately, I think labels aren’t something to get hung up over, but they can be handy. And it’s completely up to each person whether they choose to use them or not, and it’s okay for them to change over time.

I want to find labels in order to help me describe myself to myself. Once I have the language to understand and describe what’s going on with me, then I can tell other people what my deal is, if I want to. So my plan is to try on some different labels in terms of gender and see what feels right. But if anyone asks me, I’m gonna tell them that I’m a bisexual, gender-questioning, polyamorous individual that uses she/her pronouns. For now. Whew, that’s a mouthful. Feels good to say though.


If you’re questioning your gender identity and/or sexuality, or just want to know more about LGBTQIA+ identities, then I’d highly recommend The ABC’s of LGBT+. It serves as a great starting point to learn some basic vocabulary. If you can’t get the paperback copy, then Ash has made a condensed, free eBook version which you can download here, as well as lots of handy educational videos on their channel. Plus, you have the whole internet! Start exploring!!

This is fine

Hey there peeps! So as I’ve already established the reason I’m here is to talk about my life in a way that’s constructive, and hopefully gives a takeaway point. What I want to talk about today is a problem that I’ve been facing on and off for the past few years that’s related to anxiety. Keep in mind that this is just my experience and it cannot be broadly applied to everyone who has to deal with anxiety! But maybe you’ll find yourself doing something similar in other situations.

I don’t know any names to refer to this by, so here I’m going to refer to it as stacking. What this means is that I can experience a situation or thought that brings me anxiety, and instead of going through that anxiety and overcoming it, it sets a new baseline. This means the next time I experience anxiety it gets stacked on top of the last one, which can lead to lots of stress. I’m absolutely certain that other people have experienced something similar at some point in their lives, it’s a ‘the straw that broke the donkey’s back’ kinda situation. Look, I even made some graphs to illustrate it:

  1. How I’d ideally experience anxiety

    An event/thought happens which causes anxiety. It could vary in how long it lasts, or how much anxiety it causes, but it’s only temporary.

  2. How I experience anxiety when stacking

    An event/thought happens which causes anxiety, and every time another thing happens the anxiety is added on top. This way it’s a lot easier to reach high stress levels.

  3. How I feel when anxious

    Regardless of how anxious I feel, I always feel that internal panic and dread.

So this is something I’m actually going through at the moment. On Monday I was feeling pretty good, but now it’s Friday and I’ve accumulated lots of anxiety over the week. My mind has picked at things and proposed many questions to me. Most of them are along the lines of “Hey you know this thing? What if it doesn’t work out?”, “So this thing you have to do, why aren’t you doing it now?”, and “Oh look at this thing you’re doing, surely you’re not good enough”. Clearly my anxiety has combined with my low self-confidence, and it’s become tailored to what’s going on in my life at the moment. And that’s why it can be so difficult to deal with, it’s personal. Anxiety makes you question your decisions in the most personal ways possible, and it usually has the biggest effects when you’re going through some other feelings/events at the same time. This is why it’s important to take into consideration what other factors could be contributing at any one time. These can sometimes be obvious, for example you might have a big workload, or have just gone through a breakup, but in other cases it can be a bit harder. And when it’s harder to see if there’s an underlying cause/contributor to anxiety, I find that it’s easy to let it sit there and progress into stacking. In order to deal with this, the first step it to actually realise that things are building up, and once you’ve realised that, you can start to look into what’s going on in that big tangle of anxiety. I find it helpful to think about the questions my anxious mind is asking me, and work backwards from there. So I’m actually doing this at the moment, and I’m going to go through my thoughts here and aim for a positive outcome:

  • The anxious thought: “You’re never going to get a job in the field, you have no experience and you’re not good enough”. The cause: anxiety around uncertainty after graduating. Can I do something about it? Yes. Action: focus on looking for experience, this is the next step after graduation.
  • The anxious thought: “You don’t have any friends, and nobody wants to talk to you”. The cause: anxiety around the thought of being alone, low self-confidence, having gone through a recent break up. Can I do something about it? Yes. Action: reach out and make more friends, talk more to existing friends, focus on doing things that you enjoy you build up your self confidence.
  • The anxious thought: “You’re being irresponsible every time you spend money on yourself, you don’t deserve it and you’re only going to get into money troubles”. The cause: having recently spent some money on myself, having grown up with the idea that money is only for the absolute essentials, not keeping a strict budget. Can I do something about it? Yes. Action: re-evaluate my budget and see what extra money is free to spend.

Just doing this right now has given me some instant relief, and I feel like I’m unstacking. Instead of feeling like I’m under a crushing pile of undoable tasks, I have an action plan to work on and I feel more in control of the situation. Feeling generally anxious a lot of the time for me stems from worries, so evaluating the anxiety when certain thoughts come across my mind can help me trail back to the underlying worries. Putting them under pressure makes them fall apart when they don’t hold any ground. I tend to find that my worries are actually quite useful, like above, they can help point me in the right direction. That being said, worrying and feeling anxious still sucks ass. And I know that even though I’ve tackled some of these worries, I will still feel anxious in the future, worried or not. And that’s okay. When that happens, I’m going to try and not criticise myself and give myself a little time to recompose. I find it’s helpful to try and have a positive inner voice (when possible), which gets easier to use with more practice. Next time I feel like someone is staring at me in public, I’m going to try hard to consciously think “Oh hello there! Are you looking at me? Because I bet I can look at you harder, I would totally beat you in a staring contest. Or can you not handle my dashingly good looks?”. This helps me to recover from anxiety faster, or in some lucky cases avoid it altogether! It’s hard work though, and it takes a lot of mental effort. But practicing using a positive inner voice makes it a little easier over time. Personally, I like to give my inner voice a lot of sass. Heck, if you wanted you could have Alan Rickman as an inner voice.

To summarise: don’t beat yourself up, be kind to yourself, and hone your inner voice.

– H


Comic by KC Green

Dancing in the rain

Hi guys! So in this post I wanted to talk about anxiety and making friends because it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. I’ve always considered myself to be a bit more secluded than others ever since the start of high school. And that worked out well for me at the time, I didn’t feel like I needed loads of friends. Being at university forced me to move away from the friends I had made and start living independently. It kind of forced me into making friends (as living with 9 other people would), and now I have another best friend as a result! So far I’ve made friendships when they come along my way, which has gotten me this far, but now I feel the need to seek out people to connect with. This might not seem like a big deal, in fact you might be thinking “good for you, so what?”, but for me this marks a change in my life- from going it alone to outreaching to others.

I feel like anxiety has played a big part in how I’ve made social connections in the past, and it would be an understatement to say that it’s limited who I talk to. Anxiety is very good at getting you to think about things in a certain light, and it’s a master of coming up with any excuse available to talk you out of doing something. For some individuals this revolves around people, for others it crops up in everyday situations. For me, during high school and the start of university it was clearly related to interacting with people. If I talked to anyone my mind would masterfully come up with 20 negative opinions that the other person could be thinking. Over time this essentially convinced me that nobody liked me, and so I didn’t try to make friends and generally avoided talking to people when I didn’t have to. As of the past few weeks I feel like I’m moving away from these thoughts, for now at least, and my slowly growing confidence is making it easier to reach out and form connections. This past week I’ve talked to over 10 new people and spontaneously asked someone to coffee (!!!). That’s more than I’ve done over the past year, and in all honesty it’s felt exhilarating. Right now I feel like a completely different person and it’s so bizarre to me. I always had such an anxiety around talking to people and fearing their judgement of me. Now I’ve been doing it with such ease and it’s a lot easier than I ever expected it to be. And to be able to do it without the anxiety feels absolutely amazing, to put it lightly.

I’m not expecting this to last forever, there’s no guarantee my mental state will stay this way, but there’s also no expectation for me to stay socially anxious forever. For now at least, speaking to people is giving me confidence, and I want to embrace that.  Now that I’ve experienced social interactions with no anxiety, I will be able to sit comfortably with the knowledge that any future anxiety is not forever. But further than this, I want to be able to experience anxiety and become more comfortable with experiencing it (as much as one can be). When feeling anxious, it’s very easy to listen to the voices in your head that tell you something is wrong with you. When I went Brighton for New Year’s, there was some text on the front of a beach hut, and it read:

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain.

I think sometimes it is best to wait out the storm that is anxiety, it can be absolutely exhausting. Now that I’ve experienced this new confidence, I think I’ll be able to chill a bit more when talking to people (dancing!). I don’t expect this to be true for everyone- people feel different things at different points of their lives, or in different situations. But that’s okay. And accepting that is a big step. It’s okay to not dance in the rain. The point to aim for is to be comfortable, no matter how much anxiety is happening, it’s okay.

– H


Hello world

Hi there internet! So this is where I’m going to start writing about myself, my thoughts and feelings, and just generally what’s up with my life. I feel like a lot of the time I have thoughts come across my mind that I think are worth writing down, BUT I NEVER DO! So this is an homage to that. Also, I think I’m learning a lot at the moment about myself which would be cool to document and look back on in the future. Who knows, maybe it could even help somebody else out!

Where I’m at right now: I feel like I’m about to change a lot as an individual (for the better) and undergo a lot of personal growth. I’ve recently gone through some major relationship changes that have made me reevaluate myself and who I want to be. I’m pretty sure this is normal for every 20-something-year-old as it’s an important in life and you get to find out who you are! And that’s what I’m going to start doing, I want to know myself better through the process of ‘self-dating’, and invest in myself to make myself the best version of me. That concept actually really excites me, because I like who I am right now, but I could be even better. I bet I’m going to be fucking awesome (not to put pressure on future me, or anything).

Even in the past week I’ve made some major changes in my behaviour that will benefit me in the long run, I think. I’ve been more confident in myself and portraying myself as me. Basically, I’m becoming unapologetic, and I want to completely own my labels. Woman, feminist, bisexual, polyamorous. These are the things I want to wear proudly, and the more I put them out there, the more people in life I will find who are similar to me, and that like my genuine self. I’ve alway thought that’s it’s scary to genuinely put yourself out there for who you are for the fear of being rejected. But if you don’t put your genuine self out there, then how will people know who you are and get a good sense of you? You’re depriving them of your amazing self! I mean, I’d wanna be friends with me. On top of this, feeling accepted for who you are is the best feeling. It’s a reward for being brave: you do this scary thing, and then if all goes well you get wrapped in an invisible big warm blanket. If not? Fuck them, because your opinion shouldn’t matter (and you’re still amazing)! Using my labels I’m going to seek out people who also use these labels to describe themselves (or not at all, labels aren’t necessary!). So far I’ve gone to some of my university LGBT+ society events with the hope of bringing more queer people into my life, and become proud of my bisexuality. I think up until this point, I’ve been trying to figure out where I fit in with a lot of things like sexuality, gender, and political views, but now that I’ve figured that out, I need to do something with them. It’s like suddenly discovering you have a little flower patch in your huge garden that you haven’t fully explored yet. I’ve come across my little bisexual flower patch- and it’s great! I mean I’m glad that it’s there, but what do I do with it now? If I leave it there then it will stay there and maybe grow a bit over time. But if I start watering it then it will grow faster, and bigger over time, and I can put time and effort into making it something to be proud of. I’ll even show it off to people, if I want.

I really like this garden analogy, so I’m gonna stick with it. Aspects of who you are can take all different forms to grow in your garden. Some things need more care, and some take more time to grow. Some get really messy if you don’t give it the attention it needs. So for me anxiety plays a big part in my life, and sometimes depression likes to pop in and say hello. These are plants that grow in your garden too, but I imagine them more to be like bramble bushes that can be prickly and slowly overtake your garden. It’s all well and good to tend to the flowers, but it’s important to keep the weeds in check too. I might spend some time in the future talking about anxiety and depression in the future in a different post, but I don’t think now is the right time. I mean, for me it’s still a slightly unknown species and I’m still figuring out what it is and how it works!

I’ll definitely come back to this analogy when I talk about owning my labels in the future. I’m really good at overusing analogies and completely killing them. I’m not going to apologise for it though.

– H