For all of the can’t…won’t…shouldn’t… contractions that keep us from doing the things we desire.
You know all of those articles about anxiety? The ones that explain in gruesome detail, the pain, and angst, and horror that those who have it feel, think, and live? Yeah, this is going to be a little bit like that, except I am going to be direct. To the reader, I’m talking to you directly, Yes, you. Let us begin.
Here is my two sense, that I acquired through an outside source in my life, who will remain unnamed.
I never looked at anxiety as a “mental illness.” At least not one that I had. I figured I was just irrationally anxious all the time (It is so much more though). Yeah, cue the DUH moment. I didn’t believe that anxiety was rationally allowed to be considered a real illness. I will ask you this, is liver failure real? Is anemia real? Are these illnesses of the organs and body real? I have some news for you, my friend. The brain is an organ and one of the most complex at that, and it is inside your body. What does this mean? Mental health is just as vitally important as physical health. Why? Because anything emotional (or mental) that goes untreated, will result in a physical toll taken on your body, whether it be shaking, sweating, shortness of breath, or something as drastic as a heart attack. Anxiety comes in waves and can be tragically debilitating.
My assignment to those of you who know what I am speaking of. Make sure you are consistently checking in with yourself, both mentally and physically.
How is your head? (hurting, running around itself)
How is your heart? (racing, equal, seemingly skipping)
How is your stomach? (hungry, aching, calm)
How are your hands? (clammy, squeezed into fits, tapping)
Be hyper aware of your reaction to your anxiety. Body language is key in displaying your anxiousness, and while that is not of your concern (how others perceive you should not affect how you perceive you,) it helps me to recognize what I do when I’m feeling anxious. I usually tap my foot, cross my arms over my chest like I am hugging myself, wring my hands, and/or bite my cheek. I make myself smaller. Recognizing these things helps me pay attention to what I am feeling, and better focus on how to change my thoughts toward a better direction.
Have a 30-second dance party, blast your favorite tune and sing as loud as you can, park your car in a lot and watch the changes in the sky. Find your peace in the ever-waging storm, and grasp onto it. Tomorrow will come, and you will be okay.
As always, enjoy