Yes Woman!

“Hey do you want to come to this get together at my place?”
“No.”
“What about a movie?”
“No.”
“How about-“
“No”

No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
No seems to have, over time, become my all time favorite word. Sometimes I even say no to things I’m meant to say yes to. Saying the word “no” is troubling and a terrible habit to get yourself into. The word itself can be inherently negative and can even place your mind and body in a state of negativity. This can be incredibly unhealthy. So often I find myself missing out on something I could enjoy simple because I’ve said “no”. Over the past week or so I’ve been trying to come out and start saying yes to things and I can tell you that each time I’ve said yes I’ve returned home feeling good about myself. When you’re a frequent “no-er” it becomes second nature to say no. However you need to reach deep within yourself to say yes every now and again. It makes you feel more mentally clear, awake, productive and overall happier. Even if it’s tiny steps at a time. As someone that deals with anxiety saying no is like a safe guard to me. Ensuring that nothing bad can happen although that often means nothing good or bad happening at all.
So, if you’re a frequent “no-er” then I encourage you to take the step to say yes! Even if it’s something small. Just do it and I can guarantee you’ll feel better with each unexpected yes you say.

If you are a frequent “no-er” comment below and let me know what’s made you into a frequent “no-er” or if you’ve stepped out and said yes lately!

x Amber Rose Leigh

Battle of the Bowls: A Feline Story

Part 1: The Alliance
It’s nearly 6:00pm on a rainy winters evening and short haired Salem trod reluctantly across his lawn. He hated home. Well, scratch that, He hates certain specimens that live within the home. In particular, his younger brother, Siva. Siva arrived a mere 2 days after Christmas (also Salem’s 7th Birthday) and at that very moment he knew the christmas cheer was over. Each day Siva got more and more favoritism from the family until Salem was barely even in the picture. Sure. Salem also had 2 older sisters but he was quite sure that neither Button nor Roberta had ever been in the same position he was. Salem sat on the back step, locked out, again. He waited and waited for someone to let him in but no one came. So he just waited. Remembering what it was like before Siva arrived, 7 and a half years ago now. He was sure that back then he’d have been let in almost immediately at the sign of his arrival. Not now. Not with him there. Salem stared through the window. There he was. In front of the fire. Warm. Salem tapped on the window hoping to get the notice of anyone inside but no one noticed. Oh what it feels like to be left out in the cold, quite literally, while your spoilt sibling laps up all the benefits. Salem huffed and saw his drenched older sisters sprint across the wet lawn. Roberta sat next to him while bonkers button ran to shade under an adjacent door. Robert had long dark hair that she often grew out in winter. The color of her hair often complement the green of her eyes. Roberta and Salem had never really been the best of friends but he knew they were on the same page when it came to the demon that resided in their household. In fact the pair were in secret alliance that no one in the family knew about. This alliance was based on one true fact that they both agreed on. The blond needs to go. It was always trivial to the siblings how he maintained his luscious locks. The alliance stared into the window and watched as the family waited on his every need.
“He has to go,”  snarled Roberta
“Did you eat last night?” Salem asked.
Roberta scoffed,”barely, the fat bugger ate mostly from my bowl, poor Bonkers has eaten barely anything other than dries in weeks.”
“You, know, I think this is the worst it’s been since the arrival,” Salem noted as one of the family members finally took notice of them out in the cold.
“We have to meet up tonight, 3am sharp, usual place,” Roberta hurried as the door finally opened allowing the cold wet siblings inside. They knew they had to do something fast before it got any worse. Could it get any worse? Salem had a feeling that something was going to make everything more horrible than they could ever imagine.

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Hey here’s part one of a series that I’ve thought up. Leave comments on what you think.
Part 2 coming soon…

A Level of Uncertainty

When ever anyone decides to take a leap and do something new there’s always a level of uncertainty. This uncertainty is something that has quite often ruled me during the decision-making process. Now whether it’s just something that happens outside of my anxiety or if it’s a part of my anxiety I’ll never know. However, I have decided to create this blog despite that level of uncertainty. Why? You may ask. Well, simply to try something new. I have a lot of things to say and a lot of things to experience and discover. Which is why this will be my outlet. No one may read it but someone could. Someone could read what I have to say and agree or disagree. They could relate to my experiences or they could not. Everything runs at a 50/50 chance. I will use this blog to write my thoughts on books, politics, the classes I’m attending, my cats, my home-sickness and my highs and lows of living with mental health.
Enjoy it or not, this is it.
Welcome to my new blog.

x Amber Rose