It’s 7:00am on a Sunday morning, and I’m uncharacteristically sitting up in bed writing a blog post. I haven’t been sleeping well, so this morning instead of fighting it, I got up and soaked in a hot tub. My whole body ached through the night, due to my usual over-training, so the bath was a welcomed treat. I lasted about 10 minutes in the tub before I was drying myself off, sweeping the bathroom floor, starting up a load of laundry, tidying up th living room, and just when I was about to sit down and start my school work, I stopped.
What the hell is wrong with me? Don’t answer that I already know the answer; my questions was figurative.
When I realized I was on autopilot “just doing” I took a moment and changed the direction of my morning. I’m not going to start today in a big rush to get shit done. Instead, I’m going to stay in bed and write. Studying will follow, but at least I am doing something I enjoy first. It occured to me, however, that I am always in a hurry. I need to get this done, or that done, there’s shopping to do, a workout to fit in, the dog needs a walk, the house is a mess, etc etc etc, yet I never seem to be able to get it all done. I compare myself to what looks like perfection in other peoples lives, and I don’t stack up. I get so overwhelmed that by the time evening rolls around, I’ve exhausted myself. ANXIETY DISORDERS SUCK.
Mindfullness it so difficult for me. I don’t realize what I am doing most of the time; I just GO GO GO. When I have done enough in the day, and I can mentally check off a list that satisfies my expectations, I numb myself. I pour myself a glass or two, or three, of wine, and I veg in front of the TV before I pass out for bed. I hate that I do it, and I’ve been successful many time of going months without a drink. I don’t drink to get drunk; I hate being drunk, but I drink to shutdown. Nothing else seems to slow me down. If I didn’t have a glass of wine, I’d just keep spinning — GOING.
This Thursday I have my appointment with the psychologist, and I’m hoping to learn some better coping skills. I’ve learned and tried many before, and sometimes they work for a short spell, but I always end up back at the same place. It’s pretty typicall for someone with anxiety to suffer from perfectionism, but knowing it doesn’t change it. All I see in myself is everything that’s wrong. This morning, however, I will take a minute to love and accept myself the way I am. F*ck the endless list of chores; this morning I BLOG.
That’s a great way to be, step out of life and do what you want. I hope you enjoyed it. Will we see the fruits of this work?
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Lol what fruits would that be
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Your writing fruits? Unless you’ve been growing peaches or something lol
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I’m the opposite. When things hit me, I freeze and stop. Can’t get anything done to save my neck. Normalcy is something in between you and me. We’ll get there. 🙂
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Well this is my normal and part of having a mental health disorder. It is the way I am …
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I know. I forgot to put the normal in quotes. There IS no normal. It’s whatever we can best do and keep functioning in as healthy of a way as we can. Have a good week, huh.
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😘😘 you too. I hope your weekend was ok. I missed ya
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Weekend was good in being with my son. Camping is not for me. Missed talking to you too.
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