A Beautiful Plan

A Beautiful Plan Blog | Podcast | Positive Mental Health | Personal Growth | Planning | Creative Living ✍🏻 🎙️ ✨

Simple pleasures… a blue sky morning, a washing out and an al fresco coffee when the world is still silent ☀️☕️🧺
21/03/2026

Simple pleasures… a blue sky morning, a washing out and an al fresco coffee when the world is still silent ☀️☕️🧺

REPOST
08/02/2026

REPOST

✍🏼 BLOG # 3 | IN FOR FIVE, OUT FOR TEN

May, 2020

The world’s gone a wee bit squinty in the last few months, eh? Some people may be more anxious than usual, maybe finding it difficult to cope with feelings around our current situation with this virus and lockdown. There’s fear and uncertainty. But there’s amazing acts of kindness and love and happiness around too. There’s joy in simple things. We’ve been stripped back to basics and there’s a lot to be grateful for. I know that not everyone’s lockdown situation is the same, but, like me, some might be using this time to press a reset button or as a chance to reflect on what’s important. I hope this blog can help bring a bit of calm in the chaos and some from-the-heart connection. Maybe even a bit of colour or hope.

I’ve wanted to write a feelgood blog about anxiety & depression 🥳 (oxymoronic or what?!) for years! So here it is. It will hopefully give a personal insight into generalised anxiety disorder; panic attacks, how chronic anxiety can sometimes lead to depression & the monumental effort & strength it takes to mentally claw your way out of a deep, frightening hole when it.seems. like. you. just. can’t. I’ll share my own experiences and anecdotes, as well as the simple tips & lifestyle changes around positive psychology, uplifting philosophy, mindset & movement, books & practices that have worked for me. WARNING: there’s a lot of cooking/ reading/ music/ marvelling & joy-seeking involved 🙌🏻

The main message to anyone feeling the same way is: YOU ARE NOT ALONE. There’s an army of us who have been there and who know these feelings intimately. There’s massive hope for many people in getting through it & coming out stronger at the other side.

I’m a former anxiety sufferer of 20+years. Like, majorly. And I kept it secret for a very long time. Only people very close to me knew just how bad it was. I say former as I have it mostly under control, but it’s still there to be managed & I need to actively keep it in check. I’ve learned to recognise the signs and thankfully can now put a stop to the spiral, before it takes hold. It took me a long time to get to this point after years of trying to figure it all out.

I’ve studied & dabbled in a long list of practises over the years in a bid to rid myself of anxiety or at least manage it effectively. I’ve meditated, yoga’d, mindfulness’d. I’ve read, exercised, eaten dark chocolate & Brazil nuts, read, practised deep breathing, talked about it openly, prayed, had EFT treatment, drank green tea, read, found inspirational quotes, had counselling, written stories, cleaned, taken baths, read, found distractions, counted my blessings, climbed a mountain, drank wine, kept a journal, sought expert help, read, tried medication for a year and scoured the internet for success stories & helpful tips. (I always wanted to go on one of those retreat things in India where you do 20 hours of meditation a day, get a colonic and eat watermelon soup - but it’s not happened yet - maybe one day.)

It’s hard to know what one thing worked in the end. All of the above worked, in mini combinations with each other, but like most other successful overhauls, consistency is key. I’ve found that unless you’re willing to adopt a change in habits and autopilot patterns of thinking & doing for the long term, anxiety is likely to show up again. It did for me, anyway. It’s about learning about your own mind and how to control it. What works best for me, might not work for someone else, which is why it’s good, (alongside any medical advice), to take matters into your own hands a bit and experiment with what really, truly helps you feel better & to become aware of your own feelings as you grow with it. And making a note of when they change and what works. It really feels like a battle and can be a long journey, but it’s possible.

Like with many things in life, the simple things can’t be underestimated. I’ve come to appreciate, like, fully, really appreciate, the importance of a long, slow deep breath. It seems so silly and easy, but it has pulled me out of my head (and from physical symptoms) on hundreds of occasions now and is one of my main tools in hitting this thing on the head for good.

No matter where I am or what I’m doing, or how daft it might look, I stop what I’m doing and breathe slowly ... in through my nose and then slowly ‘blow’ the uneasy feeling away out my mouth, getting as much air out my lungs as I can. I do this as many times as I need to until the feeling travels through my body and melts away.

Again, this might sound a bit odd. We instinctively don’t want to feel these horrible feelings but I learned a long time ago that it’s only a feeling. It will come and it will go and I will survive. Rather than masking the feeling/ trying to ignore it, I try to acknowledge that it’s there and mindfully feel the unease. I’ve had these feelings so often that I know they will pass if I look them squarely in the eye as they come & go. I don’t know why this works but it does. You need to be willing to feel uncomfortable for half an hour, or a day or sometimes it’s even just five minutes. You work with it rather than against it and, weirdly, it gives you a feeling of control over what’s happening to you.

Feeling the feelings and deep breathing is something I now couldn’t live without. They are joint #1 in my first aid kit for mental health. They simply allow me to do the things I need to do, when I’m feeling like I can’t do them. They allow me to put one foot in front of the other and get on with my day.

When I was nineteen I made a Happy Book; a fancy-covered blank notebook for handwritten messages from people I loved. I got my family and friends to write happy messages or quotes inside. I still look through it often. The first page went to my grandparents and my Papa got the first entry. He wrote: “Emma - if you want a good life, just keep breathing.”

Amazing advice.

©️ Emma Allen / A Beautiful Plan
All rights reserved.

REPOST
08/02/2026

REPOST

✍🏼 BLOG # 4 | PANIC AT THE DISCO

July 2021
Somewhere in the late 90s and mid 00s…
I'd be having the best night out with my friends when I'd feel it rise; typically when we were in a basement-type bar or nightclub in Edinburgh or Glasgow. And it happened a lot. I'd heard of claustrophobia and as much as it maybe sounds like that, it wasn't. I knew this because I could happily be at ease in small spaces or crowded areas at any other time. This was a different thing - but perhaps the low basement ceilings, hot lights and sweaty crowd didn't help.

It would build gradually until I could feel my heart thumping hard in my chest, accompanied by sweaty palms and a strange dizziness, but it would become a slow-creeping, rather sinister shortness of breath. Always. That's why I knew it wasn't claustrophobia: I'd get the same feeling in other anxious situations - even at home- or in a safe, uncrowded place.

The evening would carry on with me trying to block out the growing, uncomfortable feeling in my chest that would boldly edge upwards with such intensity that I'd almost feel an imminent choke-hold. I'd discreetly take myself off outside to gasp for air and to 'get myself out of it' in my own weird way. It would often feel like I was going to die from the inability to inhale a deep enough breath. Other times, I could've sworn it felt like I was having a heart attack with the overwhelming palpitations that would join in on my outdoor calm-down-party. (I'm aware how dramatic this all sounds.)

And there it was. The most unwelcome of party guests: The Panic Attack.

I'd immediately be in a variety of stretches and stances, leaning on railings or walls outside the place, in a quiet corner. I'd be on my tip-toes stretching upwards or I'd be on my hunkers, curled up and I'd flit between the two to get some relief. I'd be trying to fully stretch out my chest and back, whilst elongating my neck and opening my mouth to gulp in as much air as possible.

I remember reading that yawning fully opens up your airways and if you're struggling to breathe, it can be helpful to try to make yourself yawn. So I'd be out there fake-yawning and trying to bring on the yawns. It's surprising how quickly you actually start real-yawning just by willing it on. I must've looked a sight to anyone catching a glimpse of me writhing in the shadows. I knew, though, if I could get a full, slow, deep breath, I could start to control what was happening and break the cycle.

Around that time I explained all this to my pal Julie. She was amazing. I called it my ‘breathy thing’ as I’m not even sure the term ‘panic attack’ was a common term. There was certainly a sense that anxiety, anyway, wasn’t really taken very seriously in general, and I kind of felt like a fraud or something. It was as though I had something that really just didn’t exist, so feeling like a weirdo with it was commonplace. The friends who knew about it though, were just really supportive. Even though it was hard to explain.

On numerous occasions, Julie & I would be out together - often in a crowd - and I’d slink off outside to breathe and, almost instinctively, five or ten minutes later, she would appear, sensing why she couldn’t find me inside. It must’ve been weird for her to watch, but what a sweetie. Just knowing she ‘got it’ made it that little bit easier. At least I had someone to get rid of the bouncers asking questions. They usually just assumed I was drunk. To this day, I still don’t know what would bring the panic on but it was absolutely horrendous and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

After I’d done some research into panic attacks, I decided that I needed to look into ways of keeping as calm as possible day-to-day. I read The Little Book of Calm about 142 times and kept it by my bed. I had lavender bubble baths, started listening to Deepak Chopra a lot and I swear I could’ve had shares in Bach’s Rescue Remedy. That little bottle of liquid magic got me through countless job interviews; being a bridesmaid and doing readings at weddings (happy privileges like this often came with major ‘I can’t do this’ kind of stress) ... annnnnnnd... passing my driving test (no more shaking right leg jumping off the accelerator!)

I remember there was a small natural remedies shop on my route home from work in Stockbridge in Edinburgh and I’d spend ages in there, seeking out the best possible herbal tincture for my anxious mind, only to come out with my trusty old Rescue Remedy, in both dropper and spray form - you know, just in case. It was a godsend, I’ll tell you. I still don’t know what it really is or what it really did. I even knew at the time that it was probably a placebo effect, but it was harmless and it worked for me. Even if it was just my mind telling me it did.

The good news is, even though I still have to manage my general anxiety issues, I can’t tell you the last time I had a panic attack. At least ten years ago, maybe longer. I think a lot of it is down to a mild obsession with personal development / woo-woo stuff and a deep-down feeling that I'm being looked after and I'm going to be okay. I surrounded myself with quotes and books on mindset, positivity, gratitude and more. I devoured material from psychologists, philosophers and coaches. And steadily over the years, as an anxious thought would arise, I’d find my self mindfully recalling the words of Deepak Chopra, Wayne Dyer, Eckhart Tolle, Marianne Williamson, Tony Robbins, Jim Rohn, Louise Hay. I got so familiar with them, that they would ring in my ears and inform my thinking. I often think of Deepak's powerful saying:

“No matter what aggravates you, remember it's just a thought and you can let it go."

My favourite to this day, though, and the one that has served me more than any other has been the classic:

"This too shall pass."

I don't even know who it is attributed to. Four magical, little words that, if focused on, have the power to transform the moment that you are stuck in. This too shall pass.

For me, on more occasions than I can count, it helped get me back on the dancefloor with my friends.

©️Emma Allen/ A Beautiful Plan
All rights reserved.

✨ YOU’VE GOT MAIL! ✨ ✉️ Click the link below to join my mailing list to receive a notification when a new podcast episod...
08/02/2026

✨ YOU’VE GOT MAIL! ✨
✉️ Click the link below to join my mailing list to receive a notification when a new podcast episode or blog post goes live ✉️

🎙️Annnnnd…. Would you like to be a guest on the podcast? (Have a listen to episode 9 to find out why we would love to talk to you) Use the same link below to let me know ⭐️

https://forms.gle/64BXgXkp1rLaeXqg7

🔈🎙️ PODCAST | Ep. 15 | NO TIME TO PODCAST… BUT I WILLAn hour and a half to make a lasagne and a mushroom rigatoni, pack ...
08/02/2026

🔈🎙️ PODCAST | Ep. 15 | NO TIME TO PODCAST… BUT I WILL

An hour and a half to make a lasagne and a mushroom rigatoni, pack for a weekend away, do housework, have a shower, fake tan, get ready to go. Of course I’ve got time to record a podcast. Isn’t this normal? 🤷‍♀️
March, 2024

https://open.spotify.com/episode/2OPNHcqg4yP7UHOPb8dEmG?si=xR5FaJCYTYKAskpJmxvIkA

©️Emma Allen / A Beautiful Plan
All rights reserved.

Address

Glasgow

Website

Alerts

Be the first to know and let us send you an email when A Beautiful Plan posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Shortcuts

Share

Category