The Life-Changing Art of Respecting Yourself

“R-E-S-P-E-C-T, found out what it means to me” – Aretha Franklin

First of all, I want to say thank you to everyone who has read, liked, and shared my little blog. I have had a sudden spike in readers, and I appreciate you all supporting me and my little corner of the internet!

Secondly, I know you read the title and thought “umm… okay?” but this is an epiphany I have recently had and I want to share it all with you. I also find that writing things down helps me to make sense of things, and so we can go through this little journey of a post together.

I very recently got my first job as a paid writer (yay!) for three online University-themed websites; whatALUMNIsay, WhyStudyHere, and iStudent Global. My very first article for them can be viewed here. So why am I sharing this? Well, somewhat just because I am super proud of myself, but mainly because I accepted this job only after rejecting countless others.

The reason I rejected all the other job offers is because of one thing: I was not going to be paid for my time. I know there is a stereotype that millennials think the world owes them a living and blah blah blah, but the amount of unpaid full-time internships out there is disgusting. I very nearly accepted some of those jobs, as they tried to sell the job to me as “gaining writing experience”.

However, I took a step back and realised that I deserved better. I have this blog I have created nearly a whole year ago which has nearly 100 posts all written, edited, and researched by moi. I have already served my time as an unpaid-worker, and I know have real personal experience of the writing world. I did not need to work Mon-Fri 9-5 completely unpaid in a job that did not respect me, my time, nor my skillset. I felt like I had put in the hours to practise and hone my craft, and I was ready to do it for money.

Fortunately, I came across the job I am in now, and my boss seemed to be a real fan of my work. It feels great to be able to write in a professional environment, have responsibility, be entrusted to utilise my creativity how I see fit, and to learn more skills in editing and SEO. Being in an environment where I am the key writer, and everyone trusts my opinion, is a massive confidence boost and has really helped me to believe in myself. A belief in yourself, and knowing what you deserve, are all parts of respecting yourself.

One last thing I vow to do as an act of self-respect is to ensure that my blog has quality content. At the end of the day, this is my mark on the world and is my portfolio. Sometimes I feel pressured to write a post for the sake of having content, but now I will take time to write posts that really matter to me. People always as me what genre/theme my blog is, and now I will confidently reply that the theme is me.

I would love to hear what you have done recently as an act of respect or self-love, and what tips do you have for realising your full potential?

Lots of love, Evie x

Prozac, conzac – Spilling the Anxie-Tea

This term at University has been undeniably difficult and taken its toll on my anxiety. Not only am I now in second year so the modules are more challenging and require a great deal more reading and studying, but health issues concerning members of my family and my friends have caused it to go a bit haywire. Panic attacks on the daily, poor sleep, weight gain- you name it, ya girl had it. I felt like a snowglobe that had been shaken up, and even once the initial events resolved themselves, all my glittery bits of snow hadn’t quite settled yet.

Fortunately, I managed to get help from my University. They have given me an extra week to complete my essays from now until the end of my degree, allowed me to have extra time in my exams and get to do them in a small private room rather than a large exam hall, and have let all of my tutors know what is going on. All I had to do was submit a letter from my doctor as proof that I have been suffering with Anxiety for over a year (of course, most people suffer with spouts of anxiety, especially while at uni. They want to make sure that only the people suffering with the long-term condition are granted this extra help). It really has taken such a weight off of my shoulders and given me more confidence with my degree.

About 2 weeks ago I started on Prozac (Fluoxetine in the UK). I was hoping to start it sooner however my doctor warned that some people can react badly to it initially and get even more anxious so he suggested waiting until I got home to start it. I am on 20mg and I simply take one a day. My anxiety has been low since then but this may only be because it coincided with Christmas which is my favourite time of year. Prozac, different from my previous medication which only deals to alleviate symptoms of anxiety, is more of a mood stabiliser. On my other medication which I have been on for years it may stop my body from being physically anxious (high heart rate, sweating, shaking), whereas hopefully this will stop me from feeling so anxious in the first place!

There are meant to be some side effect to Prozac (hence the very clever pun in the title- thank you). It can be addictive, cause weight gain/loss, make you nauseous, increase anxiety in the first few weeks, suicidal thoughts, dizziness, etc. But I was so tired of being scared all of the time that I had to try it! Plus, the two women on the podcast I listen to (Adult Sh1t- give it a go, it is very funny and informative) are both on it and claim it is the best thing that has happened for them. The GP I had was very good and I have an appointment to see him again in a few days as he wants to check up on me before we continue with the medication, so I will give you all an update. Prozac is mean to take 6-8 weeks to fully get into your system and feel the full effects, so when I do notice anything I will let you know!

I just wanted to update you all on my little journey, and also explain why I was not able to write as much as I wanted to. If you have any questions or comments or advice for me then please do let me know! I would love to hear your experiences.

Lots of Love, Evie x