Here’s the thing: everyone is awesome in their own way. And yet, everyone has anxiety in their own way. For some it’s situational, for others it’s environmental. For even other’s it’s diet (definitely me, here, as I am finding), and for others it’s random.
For me, it’s a hot combo of all of those things. Apparently cane sugar sends me right to that quivering, shaky place where I suddenly can’t do things I’m otherwise good at (like write, talk without a stutter, or do much other than doing chores and watching Fraiser).
Fortunately, these phases always come and go. And so I’ve built a pretty good wall around my brain to sit back and recognize, “Oh! It’s one of those weird times!” and quietly make space in my schedule to process it and see it on it’s way. It’s like opening your hobbit hole door, being polite to Anxiety, and showing it through the house and out the back as efficiently as possible.
For me, those things are:
- Pushing back all deadlines wherever possible (I’ve yet to discover a legitimate excuse for missing those)
- Cancelling or pushing back all social things, especially via phone
- “Doing” something (also helps project paralysis)
- Googling “[Faith] + Anxiety,” which today lead me to Fr Joseph Esper’s awesome CERC article and this touching article on MetaFilter
Of course, exercise is supposed to be on this list, but when I’m anxious the LAST thing I want to do is put on outside clothes, lace up, and lose a precious 30 minutes moving around… apparently I’d rather stare at the clock! (Though to my credit, I did go outside and walk around this morning).
So, when I’m feeling anxious after being on the phone for 2-3 hours (all with nice, trustworthy people who do good work) and I’m feeling keyed up and anxious for no reason, I did all of these things. And now that the day is over, I’m hoping my cortisol can climb down from its fiery horse and pleasantly find its way back to where it came from.