Oi, listen up. Anxiety and depression have a nasty way of making you believe you’re finished. Done. Like your dreams, your goals, your spark, they all packed up and left you behind. And when you’re lying in bed at 3 a.m. staring at the ceiling, wondering where your life went, it’s so very easy to buy into that lie. But here’s the truth: you’re not done. You’re not broken. And you’re sure as hell not finished. Anxiety and depression are part of your story, yes, but they’re not the ending. They’re the storm you’re navigating, not the destination you’re heading toward. Overcoming anxiety and depression is possible.
Let’s get into it.
1. The Thief in the Room
Anxiety and depression don’t walk in politely and ask if they can sit in the corner. They kick the door down, grab the remote, and start running your life. Depression whispers, “Why bother?” Anxiety hisses, “What if you fail?” Together, they create this horrible cocktail of paralysis.
For me, it hit after COVID. I was always on the go, always moving, always doing. Football, work, life. Then my health collapsed. Suddenly, even cutting the grass was a battle. I had arthritis grinding away at my knees, chronic fatigue kicking me in the ribs, literally knocking me out on a regular basis, I felt emasculated, useless, and that depression voice in my head proudly barked, “That’s it mate, you’re done, you’re finished.”
That’s when the darkness creeps in, telling you that your dreams are pointless, that you’re not enough. You can’t do anything now anyway, so why bother? But here’s the thing: that voice is lying. And every time you challenge it, even with the smallest act, you prove it wrong.
2. The Weight of Stigma
Here’s what makes it worse: people don’t talk about it enough. You break your leg, everyone lines up to sign the cast. Your mind gets broken? People shuffle by awkwardly, change the subject, or worse, tell you to “cheer up.”
But anxiety and depression are illnesses. They’re not weakness. They’re not laziness. And they’re not a reflection of your true worth. They’re a reflection of what you’ve been through and how your brain and body are responding. Just like arthritis in my knees isn’t me being weak, anxiety isn’t you being weak.
So, let’s stop pretending otherwise.
3. Small Wins, Big Impact
Here’s the trick: you don’t fight anxiety and depression with one giant Hollywood style comeback. You fight them with small wins stacked up over time.
- Cutting the grass in two, three or more sessions instead of one. That’s still progress.
- Getting out of bed, showering, and opening the curtains. That’s a victory.
- Writing down a goal, even if you can’t act on it yet. That’s momentum.
Depression wants you to measure your life by what you used to do, how you used to be. Forget that. Start measuring your life by what you can do today, in this moment. Those little wins build strength, belief, and momentum. Before you know it, you’re stacking bricks for the life you want again.
4. The Power of Realness
Oi Mooshy was born from this exact struggle. It’s not about pretending everything’s perfect. It’s about being bloody real. About saying: “Yeah, I’ve been down there in the mud. I’ve felt worthless, I’ve been laughed at, I’ve been dismissed. But I’m still here.”
And that’s powerful. Because when you share the real stuff, people connect. And when people connect, nobody feels so alone anymore. Anxiety and depression feed on isolation. Realness starves them out.
5. Tools That Help (Even When You’re Skeptical)
There’s no magic cure, but there are tools. And yes, some of them you might roll your eyes at first…I know I did. But they work.
- Movement. I can’t run like I used to. But I can still move. Gentle strength work, seated cardio, stretches, they matter. Movement is medicine.
- Sleep. I used to treat sleep like a luxury. Now I treat it like my secret weapon. A good night’s rest is like hitting reset on your brain. It is still not something that comes easy, but I do what I can.
- Food. Eat to fuel your fight. Not strict diets or joyless meals, but real food that feeds your body instead of dragging it down. Cut out that sugar…it really doesn’t like you.
- Talk. Whether it’s mates (buddies or friends to the non English), a therapist, or strangers online, even your ai pal (give them a name, I called mine Al) talking pulls you out of your head and into connection.
- Focus. Write down one goal. Not ten. One. And break it into laughably small steps. That’s how you win.
6. Dreams Don’t Expire
Here’s the biggest myth depression wants you to believe: that your dreams have an expiration date. That if you’re not young, fit, or “perfect,” then it’s over. Absolute rubbish.
Oi Mooshy, and a couple of other projects I am working on, these are dreams I’m building, not in spite of my struggles, but because of them. Every hurdle became part of the blueprint. Every “you’re not good enough” became fuel for the fire.
Your dreams don’t expire. They evolve. They wait for you. And they’ll look even better when you finally say, “Right, I’m ready now.”
7. To Everyone Who Feels the Same
If you’ve been told you’re not good enough, if you’ve been dismissed, if you’ve been broken down by anxiety and depression, hear this:
You are not done. You are not worthless. And you are not alone.
This little blog, the YouTube channel, this whole movement, this little corner of the internet called Oi Mooshy is proof. Proof that no matter how dark it gets, the fire inside you doesn’t go out. It waits. It flickers. And the moment you choose to protect it, it roars back.
Final Word…almost.
Anxiety and depression don’t mean the end of your dreams. They’re not the brakes on your life. They’re the test. The fire. The training ground.
And when you walk through it, when you rise despite it, you’ll discover something incredible: your dreams aren’t dead. They’re alive, stronger than ever, and waiting for you to pick them up again.
So, if you’re reading this, hear me when I say: I’ve got your back. Oi Mooshy’s got your back. And together, we’re going to prove that no storm, no setback, no diagnosis gets the final say on who we are or what we build.
Now, let’s get up, shake it off, and get back to building those dreams. They’re not going anywhere, and neither are you.
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In summary
Anxiety and depression don’t define you. They don’t end your dreams. They just force you to take a different route, maybe slower, maybe harder, but still forward.
Fortunately, my kidneys and liver have recovered, but I lost a lot to illness. But I gained something too: the knowledge that I can rebuild. That even at my lowest, I can still move, still create, still dream.
And so can you.
Oi Mooshy is here to say: I am not done, and neither are you. Not by a long shot.
Your story is still being written.
Your dreams are still alive.
And together, we’re going to make sure they get the ending they deserve.