When you are having a panic attack/anxiety attack, this is the remedy just find a single seat to sit in like a kitchen table chair or similar. Slouch in your straight chair just a little bit not much though and let your arms dangle by your side not moving a muscle but not controlling your arms at all as if they are not part of your body. 2nd step is to close your eyes and make sure you are in a quiet environment. You can even do this outside if that is more comfortable for you in a lawn chair or something similar. Once your eyes are closed think of a nice relaxing vacations spot, at this point your entering a fantasy world and you are taking yourself away from the negative world around you for a few moments. #Anxiety #AnxietyAttack #PanicAttack #emotional #MentalHealth
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything so I apologize if I’m rambling because I’m also on the verge of tears typing this out on my phone.
I had a huge breakdown after my (emotionally abusive) father’s open heart surgery and my sisters unwillingness to validate my concerns and their denials about his treatment towards me before and after his procedure. Because of this I spent five months in a treatment program specializing in CBT.
I was also formally diagnosed with having autism and ADHD during the program. Even though I’m with a therapist who is also helping me navigate applying for affordable housing and disability benefits, my dad and sisters still expect me to educate myself about my dual diagnoses and change my behavior.
I’m already thinking about going back for treatment if things don’t improve by the end of the year. The tools I was given during the treatment program are not working and I’m fighting a losing battle with my family when I try to set boundaries with them.
Now I’m being forced to spend the holidays with them and listen to their invalidating comments and triggering conversations. (There’s also a rumor that my dad now needs back surgery with a 6-8 week recovery period as well as a pacemaker repair.)
We all know the #struggle it is to #Love ourselves, to even find and hold onto #Selfworth is a great challenge fr most of us. In a civilization saturated by a culture corporate/business model norm that our worth, our #value is based on #Productivity and we come to define productive as getting dressed, brushing our teeth, COOKING, and the true miracle- going for a #Walk . The opinions of those who can not “walk a mile in our lives” COMPLETELY lack any value to us. Oh, you will encounter fakers who will mock our lives, as if they have given it thought. However, when you whisper to their bravado the reality their minds are too small to absorb it. A shout on f how dramatic you are!
Again, the opinion of him/her/they or them is utterly meaningless. Only YOU know your truth, your effort given your #resources . Our remaining #resources whether it be #Fibromyalgia , #Asthma , #MajorDepression , #AnxietyAttack , #longcovid , #ChronicFatigue , or one f the many combinations of #AutoimmuneDisease with so much else, NO ONE knows how much is in our tank on any given day, r the #courage it takes to #rest !!!!
A couple months ago I was honest with my therapist about some very negative feelings and thoughts. We made a safety plan which included calling her or the hotline if it got bad again. I am having a very bad day, am alone, and everyone I know is busy. I'm trying to distract myself but just can't today. I keep wanting to call them, but don't know what words to say. I don't want to disappoint them or waste their time.
I never thought much about how social media affects me. I know that it does, but until this past weekend I realize just how toxic it can be. I saw this quote years ago and never understood it at the time but now I do. And especially today, it’s so true!
I had my first major panic attack related to health anxiety for the first time in months. After I finally managed to calm down, I wrote this out to basically jot down what is going through my brain when I have a panic attack, and a back to back one none the less.
I am still learning how to cope,
I am still learning to just be,
I am still learning how to take care of myself,
And I am still learning that it is okay to still be learning.
Every time that I manage to say “I am so happy where I am right now,” my anxiety has to run in to tear it down. It clings to something and makes it so real in my brain that I begin to believe it. I begin to believe I’m really sick. I begin to believe I should have gotten that blood work done because maybe something is wrong with me that I don’t know about yet. Any small change in my normal routine sends me into a full blown panic. I begin to get OCD about it. How many times did I use the restroom? What did I eat today? Have I lost weight? Have I gained weight?
My heart is racing. My mind can only focus on, “Are you sick? Are you going to throw up? You’re scared to do that. Don’t let that happen!” I panic when one little thing hurts or if I have a change in bathroom habits. Then, because I am so good at being anxious and latching onto a thought that I logically know does not exist, I spiral. And then I become anxious that I’m anxious. It seems like a never ending cycle sometimes.
Is something physically going on with my brain?
No, but something chemically is.
But, that isn’t an excuse. I should suck it up and do what I need to do.
No, sweetie. Just because this illness does not manifest itself as other illnesses do, it doesn’t make it any less real.
And as I go through this, and I go in circles, suddenly I start my period. I kid you not. I spend a whole week an anxious mess. I can’t sleep, I’m either pissed off or upset. The thought of going out in public is even more anxiety inducing. And most of the time, once my period starts, everything is fine. I settle down, I feel better except for some cramps and being completely exhausted physically, emotionally, and mentally. I feel like I sleep the first three days of my period.
It is a rollercoaster of emotion sometimes, and I’m finding ways to cope. Finding ways to just be, and remind myself this happens. And when it happens, I can find ways to cope, breathe, and reassure myself that I am safe and I am healthy.
#PMDD #Anxiety #AnxietyAttack #Hypochondria
Since my PTSD has been retriggered about 2 weeks ago here’s what’s been happening. More ruminating thoughts, increased panic attacks, trouble sleeping, missing work, crying spells, depression, daily stress headaches and constipation. It’s like going through it the first time all over again. #PTSD #Anxiety #AnxietyAttack #PanicAttacks #Depression #Headaches #IrritableBowelSyndromeIBS #CheckInWithMe