This is the last post I’ll write on anxiety for a while because quite frankly it’s boring as hell for people who can’t relate and for the people who already deal with anxiety, talking about it this much just makes it worse. Ha! Right? Totally.
So now what? After learning about my predisposition to anxiety and the life circumstances that contributed to the imbalance, how do I go about managing this thing?
- I live with love. And when I don’t, I make it right as soon as possible, and I learn from it. Our days are full of distractions but once night comes and all we have left is ourselves, our wrongdoings will burn into the back of our closed eyelids like flashing alarms, keeping us fitfully awake. We need to make them right, forgive others, forgive ourselves, and accept the grace that comes with a peaceful night’s sleep.
- I hold onto truth. Whenever anxiety tells me irrational things, I speak truth back louder, and fiercer. And if anxiety won’t listen to me then I find someone else to speak truth into my life, and I hold onto them, while they hold onto truth.
- If I get too exhausted and worn down to hold onto truth, then I see my therapist and/or my doctor for professional help and medication. Because sometimes, despite doing the best I can with what I am given, life gets a bit too turbulent and I can’t move for the amount of seawater I’ve gulped down. Once I am able to stay afloat and store up some energy, I am able to go out on my own again.
- I face my phobias, and I move through them. Anxiety and phobias thrive on avoidance. Each time we avoid something because we are scared of it, the fear grows just that much bigger and before too long, we’re stuck like deer in headlights. Write down a list of all the things that scare you and then start doing them. It’s petrifying, but it works. Not unlike drinking Buckley’s cough syrup.
Anyway, so that’s all I’ve got, really so far. I guess what we all need to remember though is that life by its very nature is a struggle and anything we get stuck with whether it’s anxiety or depression or acne or cancer or egg salad sandwiches can really isolate us from others and honestly, that’s like the worst thing ever.
We are built for connection, for communion. Anxiety wants us to stay home alone to eat our belly button lint and cry over Disney movies. Don’t.
Make your scary list, grab a friend’s hand and start crossing that shit off.