Did anyone else feel sad over the weekend, collectively, not just because the Queen's passing?
Had a bit of a negative experience on holiday last weekend. Still feeling pretty churned up over it. Calling it the holiday of hell and the room of gloom made things feel a touch lighter.
Last weekend I stayed in a holiday premise, the name of which won't be mentioned, in the UK.
Googled this morning and discovered that the vibrations I picked up in one of the rooms were connected to someone elses' death in an article back in feb 2014.
Also, I've only just found out that one of my friends is passing away recently, her death is imminent. It was a shock. She seemed so bubbly and upbeat when I knew her,
I knew she struggled with anxiety, but didn't know her health status well enough to factor it in.
On the friday night, I had suffered with the stress of sorting out the room, they had given my mate and a double bed. We are not a couple, and have no feelings towards each other in this way.
We were a bit pee'd off that they had assumed that we would be sharing, when further down the corridor of rooms there was a twin room!
So all of friday I was stressed out, added to that, I felt like there was someone or something in the room with me. Not sure what it was. I had a nervous cough which turned into a wheezy cough.
Which didn't help my breathing at all. I was getting anxious and ruminating more on the fact that I was being in a room on my own accord, also, didn't help the situation.
Next night I had the trots, (the fun of being on the loo all night ) I saw the clear out of a good few stones in weight, lost them through the onflow of emotions that were churning at the time.
Wasn't fun. I tell you that now! On top of that, I felt like crying, generally giving up and calling it a day, going home
- Granted as well I was on my monthly, and I know that every time its been damned hard trying to pick myself up every time, after that. It feels like the weight of the world was on my shoulders.
The frustration of picking myself up mentally has been getting harder to overcome, I knew that had I not or could not pick myself up from the hormones side of it as well, I have to wait 3 days grace before I can try again, otherwise it is similar to a muscle/picking yourself up immediately when you fall down, more of a reflex.
Thank the stars my boyfriend and his mum helped me out by giving me a lift back. I swear the further I got away from the place, I was a lot calmer. The moment I crossed the border of Essex, I was calm as could be and falling asleep in the car.
I had wondered if it was food poisoning, but because the symptoms I was experiencing was more mental than physical, I realized it couldn't be that!
So what the blazes was it? An attack of sorts on the emotions? Or just everything coming in at once and being over-sensory overload.
I don't know, still don't know to this day. But I know I feel a lot calmer now and better than I did at the weekend. Won't be doing another 'holiday' there, ever again!
Last weekend I stayed in a holiday premise, the name of which won't be mentioned, in the UK.
Googled this morning and discovered that the vibrations I picked up in one of the rooms were connected to someone elses' death in an article back in feb 2014.
Also, I've only just found out that one of my friends is passing away recently, her death is imminent. It was a shock. She seemed so bubbly and upbeat when I knew her,
I knew she struggled with anxiety, but didn't know her health status well enough to factor it in.
On the friday night, I had suffered with the stress of sorting out the room, they had given my mate and a double bed. We are not a couple, and have no feelings towards each other in this way.
We were a bit pee'd off that they had assumed that we would be sharing, when further down the corridor of rooms there was a twin room!
So all of friday I was stressed out, added to that, I felt like there was someone or something in the room with me. Not sure what it was. I had a nervous cough which turned into a wheezy cough.
Which didn't help my breathing at all. I was getting anxious and ruminating more on the fact that I was being in a room on my own accord, also, didn't help the situation.
Next night I had the trots, (the fun of being on the loo all night ) I saw the clear out of a good few stones in weight, lost them through the onflow of emotions that were churning at the time.
Wasn't fun. I tell you that now! On top of that, I felt like crying, generally giving up and calling it a day, going home
- Granted as well I was on my monthly, and I know that every time its been damned hard trying to pick myself up every time, after that. It feels like the weight of the world was on my shoulders.
The frustration of picking myself up mentally has been getting harder to overcome, I knew that had I not or could not pick myself up from the hormones side of it as well, I have to wait 3 days grace before I can try again, otherwise it is similar to a muscle/picking yourself up immediately when you fall down, more of a reflex.
Thank the stars my boyfriend and his mum helped me out by giving me a lift back. I swear the further I got away from the place, I was a lot calmer. The moment I crossed the border of Essex, I was calm as could be and falling asleep in the car.
I had wondered if it was food poisoning, but because the symptoms I was experiencing was more mental than physical, I realized it couldn't be that!
So what the blazes was it? An attack of sorts on the emotions? Or just everything coming in at once and being over-sensory overload.
I don't know, still don't know to this day. But I know I feel a lot calmer now and better than I did at the weekend. Won't be doing another 'holiday' there, ever again!
36-40, F
