A life lived in fear is a life half lived – Strictly Ballroom

Okay, it may be a hokey line from a hokey movie, but it’s appropriate.  I’m a 34 year old government worker who suffers from depression and anxiety.  Hence, the above line.  Trust me, it fits.  I’m lucky enough to be married to my adorable (if occasionally frustrating) hubs C, who also works for the government.  Favourite pastimes include sleeping and property – we have our house, plus four investment properties that we completely self-manage, from cleaning through to leasing and doing all maintenance and repairs.  This is both interesting and time-consuming.

I have previously blogged but my paranoia has reasserted itself, hence the new one.  I found I was censoring myself heavily, which I’m not planning on doing in this blog – any dodgy posts will be protected.  Hee hee!  That way I can vent to my heart’s content, particularly about my job, the general nature of which is confidential.  (No, sorry, I don’t work for the FBI or MI5 – nothing that interesting, unfortunately.  I wish.)