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This piece relates to what we chat about in Episode 4 of The Anxiety Shut-In Hour. Pop over and have a listen to our extended thoughts (and ranting). The Abbott government loves the idea of “having a go”, doesn’t it? Want to buy a house in Sydney? Just have a go! Want an expensive fashion scholarship? Just have a go! Want to marry your same-sex partner? Well, almost. Mental health issues have rarely been well supported in Australian politics. Under the previous federal government, we lost $406m in Mental Health Plan rebates. Just last month, the Libs announced they would…

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More than two million Australians tuned in to watch Billie McKay’s coronation as Masterchef Queen, after she pipped runner-up Georgia Barnes in a doozy of a final challenge. With Georgia leading by four points, we welcomed none other than Heston Blumenthal to the kitchen. The dish? Some kind of exquisite bird’s nest, brought to life by a tiny golden sugar orb. Heston called it a Botrytis Cinerea, which is the scientific term for the fungus that grows on a stale news network between seasons of its flagship reality TV show. The contestants approached their task as you would expect. Billie:…

It’s been a weird six months. What started as investigation into a flashing light in my left eye has devolved into a general decay of my body. I went to my doctor a couple of months ago because I had weird hot patches on my legs. Not actual hot patches. They weren’t hot to the touch, my brain just thought they were hot. Then I started to have sharp pin-prick pains in my toes, and numbness in my skull. Muscle weakness. Headaches above my eyes. Muscle spasms. Pain in my neck. Blurred vision. Then I became so fatigued that I…

This is a terrible blog. There is hardly ever new writing on it and that’s for one or two reasons, which are: I’m editing my novel I’m writing the first chapters of a memoir about anxiety and depression (offers welcomed) Writing takes lots of time Writing for free is hard to justify at the moment So I’ve started a Patreon account, which is basically a place you can go to and say “I think Anna’s writing is worth a dollar per piece of writing” or “I think it’s worth three dollars per piece of writing” or any amount you think.…

This is a little bit I wrote this morning but have decided not to include in the novel, and instead to extrapolate into its own longer story. For five days we sent our bodies into the world without us. On the first day they sat in a windowless chapel. Other people were there, parents and friends, and our bodies told us afterwards of the way the carpet was torn in places, and that in a week or so we should expect to receive a wooden box in the post. Had the bodies given them our correct address? Our new one,…