Laura Bell

Listener Feedback Vol. 1

Listener Feedback Vol. 1

Bonus Episode! 

Some of our listeners have told us some nice things that we wanted to share before we launch into Season 2: Pretty Mental Money Problems. Includes flaming bodies falling from buildings, tired angry Anna cupcakes, connecting with muggles, awkie’s high fives and phantom pregnancies. We also review Winchester and the sad glass mystery continues. Thank you, thank you, thank you to all of our listeners for being a part of our fort of feels and please keep telling us your stories!

S1E6 Would You Like Cries With That?

In the final episode of season 1, Laura is haunted by Tim Tam dreams and Anna is feeling 80% normal although it didn’t stop her from nailing a mystery door shut and trapping someone in an office. Discussion takes a twist to filming on poo farms but is generally about the hangry hell on wheels that periods can bring into our lives. We haven’t really figured out this topic yet and are hoping for some audience feedback on what it is that makes periods so damn disruptive and frustrating. Special episode on Listener Feedback Vol. 1 out next week!

A terminal trip around the sun

In the chaotic nature of an ever-changing world, the last six months of my life has been pockmarked by many things, but most significantly by the death of three people. Three pins pulled out of the map of my life, leaving behind little black holes, swirling precariously like an obstacle course on the road to my future. The edges of which nip at my heels as I pass by and I have to avoid getting caught and pulled into the darkness.

These are the kinds of phenomena that make me feel like my life has come to a sudden stop and give me vertigo at the halt. They make me feel motion sickness as the world spins too quickly and I desperately try to pull the pace of everyone else’s existence back to my own. I want everyone to put their lives on hold and wait for me to catch up. I’m not ready to move on. I’m not ready for past tense.

They made me think a lot about the fragility of everything around me. Not in the way that anxiety usually has me fretting with the ever persistent feeling that something bad is going to happen at any given moment. But in a way that has me feeling curious about how much more my life has yet to evolve.

One day sooner than I want to think about, my grandparents won’t be around anymore, and the childhood memories I cherish of them will be just that, memories. There will come a time in my life that I won’t be able to turn to my parents and ask them for advice, and will have to relish every piece that they have given to me already.

I might lose a partner or child, a sibling or friend, and I will have to make space to deal with that loss. I will have to face these tragedies with unwilling compassion and understanding. I will have to acknowledge that I can’t control everything.

I will be reminded that there are only certain things I can control, like the way we behave in the here and now. It seems that we never say the things we need to while people are alive. We forget to tell people how much we love and admire and appreciate them, that we value them and they are important to us. We get too busy to make a phone call. Sometimes we’re embarrassed to say so, ashamed of our true feelings.

I think we are also so afraid of death that we can’t accept we need to say these things now, lest they force us to accept that one day we might not have the chance.

Last year I saw my Dad cry for the first time I remember and struggle to tell my brothers and I how proud he was of us. I watched him hurt for the loss of a child and the pain he tried to hold for his wife. I watched my family bottom out and I learned more about my step-sister at her funeral than I ever got to learn in the 21 years that I knew her.

I learned true pain in that experience, but I also watched my family come together and show their love and support, sharing their raw and honest emotions about their loss. I have never felt more connected to them and I am grateful for this but I don’t want to leaves things so unsaid anymore. I want to make time, I want to prioritise love over work and ambitions and moments that aren’t now.

Retrospect is always a bittersweet slice of pie but we can use it to shape the rest of our lives, to make more of an effort to voice our feelings and strengthen our connections while we are still present in this piece of time and space. Sometimes we are not afforded the opportunity to say goodbye, and in that place we have to remember to tell people what they mean to us while we can.

Anxiety and depression tell me that bad things are going to happen and thus there is no point in doing anything good. That I am an intrinsically bad person. That I am worthless and pointless and so buried in the enormity of the universe that nothing I do will matter anyway. But through the raw and painful feelings of grief, I have come to understand that no matter how short or fragile or seemingly pointless life seems sometimes, it is still worthy to appreciate the things that matter to us, no matter who or what they are.

All we have is the here and now, and we have to live in this space because we have no surety in anything else.

Every day, every week, every month, every year, pushes us down different a path. Time forces our hand and makes us face decisions we never thought we would. We can never trick ourselves into thinking, this is it, this is my life now, because we will never know the course that our life will end up taking.

Some people will call this fate but it is just the result of millions of people existing together, with every person in every second causing a butterfly effect on one another.

There isn’t much to be done when people we love leave life as we know it, except try to wear their lives like badges of experience. We can take on the lessons they would have wanted us to learn and give them a little place in our own lives, to foster the values they held the closest and live our lives a little better than before.

Life is complex and dark and beautifully tragic. Every second is a loss of one thing, but it is also the birth of something else. We are all on a terminal trail around the sun and we can do nothing more than grasp every moment we have and make the most of it.


S1E5 Emotional Enema & Merchants of Madness

In episode 5, Laura and Anna take heed of naked toilet wisdom to put their complex little selves back together again. They say no way to nunneries and swinging chairs and thank the almighty spaghetti monster that their brains will NOT be getting scrambled with ice picks. NO SIR, NOT TODAY. (Laura is also very sorry about the audio, which has been fixed for future episodes).

S1E4 Supermassive Black Hole

A Supermassive Black Hole

In episode 4, Laura and Anna try to go deep into the abyss that is depression. Discussion includes how to stay on the edge of the black hole and not drown like Virginia Woolf, Anna feeling dead on the inside and not buying stuff, Laura’s tit confetti and inability to pronounce plurals as well as sick days, dance therapy and malfunctioning anxiety. Phew!

If any of this episode causes distress or concern, please contact Lifeline on 13 11 14 or at or contact your health care professional.

S1E3 Paranoid Android (Part 2)

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Paranoid Android (Part 2)

In episode 3, Laura presents the Vitalitail, a solution to your 1950s housewife hysteria, while Anna wishes she could put her big girl pants on and get on with life like a Muggle. Pillow forts, revenge teaspoons, getting arrested, rage cushions and scary drones all unite together to form our craziest episode yet! Anxiety at it’s finest. Or not.

If any of this episode causes distress or concern, please contact Lifeline on 13 11 14 or at or contact your health care professional.

In the eye of a social anxiety storm

As soon as I left my house last Wednesday, I felt pressure in my chest rising and panic in my mind surfacing loudly. Despite my efforts to counteract, the shallow breathing left me out of breath, working me into a tighter knot.

Driving, lights, people, interactions, sounds, roads, birds, music.

Decisions, fear, expectations.

My brain wasn’t filtering out the unimportant and instead amplified every moment of it. By the time I reached the waiting room, my eyes were leaking with the overwhelming upswing of it all. AlI wanted to do was flee, and run and run and run and hide.

I never really knew what social anxiety felt like until this year. As an introvert, I have always preferred solitude over socialising, but social anxiety is another game altogether. It’s not just about avoiding people and struggling to cope in a social context. Simply leaving my apartment was enough to send me into such a frenzy that I began to fear for the wellbeing of my head and my heart (NOTE: I am still terrified that my heart is going to explode at any moment, AS IF I NEEDED ANYTHING ELSE TO WORRY ABOUT).

Once I’m out there in the big, bad world, I can’t help but avoid eye contact due to the fear of someone staring right into my soul. I dread being spoken to, shrinking away from the gaze of those around me, dare I actually have to formulate a response to what they say. I feel insecure and out of place, I blush and shake and will myself to be anywhere but there.

There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.

Being in the outside world involves so much mental stimulation that my brain does not, at this point in time, have the energy or capacity to deal with it. Every moment of driving or working involves a decision, when I am incapable of decision making. Every interaction with another human being requires a level of cognition that my head can’t quite grasp. Every question, every transaction, every interpretation. It’s all too much.

And as one thing piles onto another and another and another, my body starts to respond chaotically. My heart races faster than I can count, my neck and shoulders tense so hard it cracks my spine, my stomach twists in on itself, making me sick. My mind is so afire with thought that my chances of deep sleep are slim. The physical and mental fatigue become insurmountable, sending me into total overload like a burnt out, overheated hard drive that urgently needs a software upgrade.

Surely, I think, there is only so much one can take.

Social anxiety is the pits. I’m not sure where or how mine started but I suspect part of it is to do with being triggered by the loss of someone who I know was feeling the same way. Empathy pain, lordy lord, I hope it isn’t here to stay.

One thing it has forced me to do is really take each and every day as it comes and completely lower my expectations of myself in order to simply, survive the storm.

Much love to my anxious divas,

Laura x

S1E2 Paranoid Android (Part 1)

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Paranoid Android (Part 1)

In episode 2, Laura and Anna make a somewhat spastic attempt at discussing their anxiety and paranoia whilst in the midst of experiencing extreme anxiety and paranoia. Much heavy breathing and random shouting ensued as they make a list of all the stock standard and downright irrational fears they have experienced throughout their fraught history of battling the bullshit in their brains. Self care tips included that they will attempt to use on themselves over the coming week and their review of the Appello drink, which, SPOILER ALERT, they will never be drinking again.

If any of this episode causes distress or concern, please contact Lifeline on 13 11 14 or at or contact your health care professional.

S1E1 Eat the Pain Away


Eat the Pain Away

In episode 1, Laura and Anna try to make a podcast for the first time and discuss all the ways in which they have tried to eat their pain away this year. Includes tails of bingeing on anything and everything that gives any tiny ray of joy, such as carbs, plants, nailpolish, gymming and stickers, and also the things that bring not much joy at all i.e. everyone’s best friend MR BOOZE. Some self care tips for dealing with binge eating included, as well as a review of the Calabasas Cooler drink (minus the vodka, because really energy drinks make them mad enough).

If any of this episode causes distress or concern, please contact Lifeline on 13 11 14 or at or contact your health care professional.