Tag Archives: Stress

Stories about the impact of stress for those with dysautonomia, a chronic health condition or anyone else taking life too fast

How to stop living life like it’s a race

A deeply ingrained habit is to go fast — but let’s slow things down.

Ever since I can remember, Mum encouraged me to be independent and to get a good education. I’ve also had the role model of a father from a family of go getters, always achieving, always coming up with new ideas and incessant thinkers. Add to that being brought up in a fast world and out comes a very driven and constantly achieving young woman living life like it’s a race.

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Could freelancing be for you?

Are you tired of working in a place where you feel your best is not good enough?

Do you dread going into work every day because the environment leaves you feeling sick? Are you in a job you hate?

Are you feeling totally burnt out like you’ve been left on the career grill plate too long? A friend of mine found herself in one of these unfortunate positions, she chose to resign and is now contemplating life. She’s not alone. In fact, finding yourself in this predicament is unfortunately very common place.

So it was with some fervor that I summarized this particular conversation with my friend. The dilemma we mused was how to bring in enough (money), doing that thing you love without flogging yourself at the same time. Hmm, OK, where to start?

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Confession: I’m mad about my phone

Is your smart phone or tablet ruling your life? How joined at the hip are you? Go on be honest.

Well they have made quite a big impression on my life and our family life as I am sure they have yours. And they definitely contribute toward a day with too much in it and a body/mind in overload. Here’s us…

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Why breakfast events are history

I am a mother.  I am a wife.  I am a freelance consultant.  I am actually quite a lot of bloody stuff. Now with a health doo dah thrown in.

As I continue to understand this thing I have, I continue to make strides (in a somewhat haphazard way) to battle against the old expectations of myself and to carve out the new me.  Whatever that is.  This week was another one of those weeks where I continued to make progress in rewriting my book of life…specifically my work life.

It was another one of those ‘old expectations’ weeks.  The ‘old chestnut’ that pops up a lot. Continue reading Why breakfast events are history

My recovery plan for living with dysautonomia

Living with dysautonomia has been a massive rollercoaster.

The downs have been many but I wouldn’t have made it through the last two years without the ups.

The ups are simply those gorgeous people around me who have helped keep me sane and to feel cared for.  Numero uno, my husband (who does just about everything there is to do around here), then there are my children (for forever giving me something to laugh about and for just loving their mum), my family (for being there during the tough times and helping me in whatever way I needed it) and, finally, my friends (the rock stars who have stuck by me and not put me in the ‘too hard’ basket).

This last year has also been about developing what I’ve now called my Goldilocks recovery plan.  So named because quite simply it’s been about finding out what’s ‘just right’ for me.  There has been much trial and error!

This last year has been about developing what I've now called my Goldilocks recovery plan. Click To Tweet

Here’s the list of my do’s and don’ts which hopefully should help others suffering from dysautonomia. Continue reading My recovery plan for living with dysautonomia

What could freedom to choose look like for you?

One of things I’ve been forced to do with this thing I have is slow down.

A hard ask for someone who has spent all her life on the go, applying herself with gusto to just about anything and everything.

Unbeknowns to me I had literally been living my life on adrenaline –  I loved being busy, always been like it, never knew anything different, until now.

It was time to seek some freedom from all that.  Continue reading What could freedom to choose look like for you?

How I found out I had neurally mediated hypotension

When things went wrong 18 months ago, it felt like a malfunction, like the machine went wrong or like the accelerator got left in the on position.  Well yesterday I got validation this is indeed correct.  It’s called neurally mediated hypotension. Continue reading How I found out I had neurally mediated hypotension