Fretters Unite

Have you ever had one of those days where anxiety shows up, but it doesn't come with a specific storyline or an obvious target? There’s no big plot twist, no dramatic music, and no unsolicited WhatsApp from a passive-aggressive group chat where the vibe is suddenly very, very weird. And it’s not even one of those suspiciously good days where you're waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s just a regular, ordinary day. But underneath it all, there's this feeling. A weird hum under your skin , accompanied by a nagging sense that something is "off"—even though you're just going about a perfectly normal day and nothing has actually gone wrong. Honestly, these are the days that drive me the most mad. It’s incredibly frustrating because no matter how hard you try (and let's face it, that's what us overthinkers are masters at) you can’t give yourself a solid reason for why you feel that way. You can’t point at a specific problem and say, “Ah yes, that’s exact...

Understanding the Anxiety Behind the Automatic ‘Sorry I thought for this blog we would start with a mini quiz... How many times this week have you used the word “sorry”? 🤨 I’m not talking about the big, meaningful apologies you offer when you’ve genuinely messed up or hurt someone. I mean the tiny, automatic, knee-jerk words that tumble out of your mouth before your brain even has a chance to catch up. Because here’s the thing (yes, I’m calling it a thing 🤭)—there’s a very specific kind of “sorry” that anyone who wrestles with anxiety or a finicky body knows all too well. It sounds a bit like this: “Sorry, could you repeat that?” “Sorry, I’m being a bit quiet today.” “Sorry, I just need a second.” “Sorry, my heart is doing its own weird interpretive dance right now.” It’s a strange little habit when you look at it closely . You can be standing perfectly still, just trying to navigate your day, and still feel this sudden, overwhelming urge to apologise for simply needing a bit of spac...