Love is… Relief from Anxiety

Louisa Leontiades Anxiety, Vile Depths

Yet we all do it even if we don’t realise it. There are some people who are more pleasant to be around because they don’t trigger those fears and insecurities in us. I’ve fallen in love with people whose presence is, like my writing, soothing. Or those who make me laugh. Or those–like my boyfriend–who are ideologically similar when it comes to vigilance over my children. It’s less about the dopamine high and more about the euphoria of finally feeling confident and capable. Trusting that my children are safe.

The Story of the High Speed Train

Louisa Leontiades Anxiety, Vile Depths

There’s a train. It’s a superb high speed train. It’s admired, a feat of engineering. The train is chugging easily along until, let’s say, a weakened valve breaks under pressure and suddenly the train goes faster and faster. Knuckles clench around the armrests. Panic ensues. People scream. Bolts loosen.

Quelling Anxiety with the Oblivion of Alcohol

Louisa Leontiades Addiction, Anxiety, Vile Depths

I rarely travelled further then a 2 kilometre radius and more often than not, I brought the party back home (10 people partying in a 13 squared metres apartment, that’s no mean feat).

Why? Because I knew that the closer I was to my bed, the easier it would be to pass out safely.

An Anxious Parent

Louisa Leontiades Anxiety, Vile Depths

I’ve created routines, bought activity books, depended a little too much sometimes on Peppa Pig. I’ve forced myself to go out, to face the demon.