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Pukka teas and mental health


 I have never been one to drink tea or coffee before until I found PUKKA teas. There teas converted me to the multi coloured side that is there brand.

Yes ok so I bet your think teas and mental health don't really go. But I have to disagree with you there. I suffer from anxiety which means panic attacks and anxiety build up. And depression which means highs and lows with my mood.  I have found personally that drinking one of there teas helps me to calm down. And for that few moments it takes to drink it takes me some place else in my mind. They are big statement I know but drinking that first mouthful takes me to some place other than my stupid anxiety or depression.

Now I do admit that I am a relatively newbie to the tea drinking world and have only tried a couple but the ones I have tried I have liked.

I do think that the packaging plays it's part as well. Now hear me out before you start mocking. I am the creative type and like the box design and the way that it is inside. Now I know that it is not related to mental health but you have to know that I have struggled to be creative for so long and seeing the designs makes me happy (sad I know)

And don't even get me started on the mug that I have to drink it out of.............. lol then my OCD will show its self.

NOW WHOS FOR A CUPPA ?

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