Not gone... just thinking.

My dear friends,

I am not gone, I have just been busy... living life. Which, considering my previous posts, is a good thing.

I am arrived at the realization that anxiety doesn't just go away no matter how much you worked (past tense important) on it. It is about changing how you live your life, today, and every day forward wherein you work at it and acknowledge that life isn't always laid down for you, at your feet, like a red carpet. And who wants that anyhow.

I don't.

I want the trail, the brambles, the thorny way that pushes back. That nicks away at the unformed piece of clay we are to ourselves until, through challenge and heartache and persisting, I will be able to look into the mirror and see, truly and honestly, the real me.

So this blog isn't done... not by a long shot.

I am back.

Whether you would have me or not.

Is this Social Anxiety? - Part 2

So I survived the grocery store but only just.

Okay I know that to you non-sufferers (who I hope are reading also) this sounds silly but, trust me, it is not. Willingly going into a situation that is going to be crammed with people, and the carts, and everything! Well, it just isn't that simple.

Here are some things that freak me out and how I am managing them.

First:

My partner touches all the fruits and vegetables in the store. He touches the potatoes, the onions, and the carrots because we have to purchase and eat them, yeah that is simple. He also touches the kohlrabi, avocado, brussel sprouts and fava beans. I couldn't pay him to eat them so why on earth must he touch it all!?! I start hyperventilating and become the shrill harpy that nobody wants for a spouse. So here is what has helped. Break it down now!

1. Why does this bother me? Because I feel others are looking at him and judging me by his behavior. Simple enough.
2. Are people really judging you? Look around. What is everyone else actually doing. They are shopping, corralling their kids, and trying to get on with their lives. The average person is too self absorbed to notice you much less care you picked up that eggplant. 
3. Is his behavior unreasonable? Initially I answered this one YES!!! but stop, breath and think it through... Well who else touches all the produce? The stock people, children of all ages, old people, uh... everybody. Does the smart person, knowing this, eat their produce without washing them? No! Then why does it matter? ... I hate it when I stump myself.

So here is where I had to stop and think; if his behavior is completely reasonable then mine is not. I need to figure out how to handle this. I tried to tell myself it was okay and ignore it but that just made the inevitable shrieks that much shriller when they broke through. So my solution. Touch the produce, do it, just touch it myself and see if the world stops. (which it didn't)

I know this one seems trivial but it made the thought of going to a crowded noisy place which is difficult on the best of days seem that much more daunting and the process is applicable in other places as well. I have taken to breaking each part of the larger experience down and I am asking myself why it bothers me. I try to find the reason and it can be tough since so many reactions we have are so emotional and instant. 

I have a hard time trying new places : Get the menu online, or outside the restaurant window. Once inside ask the waitress/cashier/whoever works there "This is my first time here. How does this work?". Watch as they do NOT whip around to perform the dreaded Point-and-Laugh maneuver. Instead they will help you. Ask for help.

I freak when someone tries to hold a conversation with me in the checkout line :  Look around, everyone else is. They don't even care you can hear them badmouthing their baby sitter or griping about their boss. They won't even care that you are having a life of your own either. Just try it!

The whole point is that to start combating your anxiety you have to pick up the sword. You must be willing to try something, anything that may help. This may mean some introspection as to what the root of your issue may be. You may even need to get a friend or loved one in on the conversation so they can provide ideas. Problems don't just go away you have to work at making them better.

P.S.

After the post this morning I went to get ready. My partner enters the room and says "so you're lying to me..." clearly just having read my blog. He smiles, and we have a great talk...

This is the aspect I never thought about when I started writing all of this down. A couple of friends came over this evening and said something wonderful; The person who lives with the anxiety sufferer has no idea what that is like, what the thought process is. I see this paving the way for lots of good discussion in the future.

Refreshing New Neurosis! Dad issues anybody?

I am an admitted Mommas Boy and have been quoted as saying "My mother is an angel sent from heaven to show everyone else how it is supposed to be done." That being said... I have Dad issues too...

Yup, isn't it refreshing to have some problem to deal with that seems more 'mainstream'? I mean that should make it easier right? Wrong!

Here is the basis of my issue: he was an absentee dad and now lives two states away and never calls. I get lonely and miss him so I call and then he guilt trips me on how his children never call him, never mind the fact he has never picked up the phone to dial one of us. 

So I try to compensate, I text him. The last time I texted him was in 2011 to let him know I took an interest in our family genealogy. He never replied and so I haven't bothered. I even decided to be more active on the dreaded Facebook monster so we can feel connected but I have never received a message much less a 'like'. I texted him to let him know I was getting married to my partner of 5 years and his reply, verbatim, was 'Grate'. Which to me spells either disapproval or disinterest (isn't that pun Great?). Either way he isn't getting an invite and here is why.

Numerous time I have spoken with my father about how if we want a relationship it can be one of friends and it must be two ways. If I put myself out there to try and reach out and include him in my life the least he can do is reciprocate. Which has never happened. So I have fallen into a pattern that goes like this.

1. Miss Dad so I call him, Have a great talk and say we should keep in touch.
2. Dad never calls, I end up heated and hurt because I feel discarded.
3. Dad comes to town, never for the purpose of seeing his family but because he has business here. May as well see us. Gives 24 hour notice that I need to drop everything and show up. I go grudgingly and find that my cousins, aunts and uncles, and family friends are invited so there is no one-on-one in person. We make up and say we should call more often.
4. Dad never calls, I am now officially bitter, it has grown into a cold undying flame of anger.
5. Rinse and Repeat.

I have finally broken my cycle, though, because I have identified the problem. I never stick to my guns. I always say I am done extending the hand of friendship and each time I go back and do it again. What I am doing is making an agreement with myself, a promise, and I keep breaking it. I can't keep my own word when I give it to myself! How bad is that!? 

So the problem is I am continuing to do all the work even though I agreed I'd stop. It isn't that my Dad doesn't know how to call his kids, it isn't that he whines and mopes that we never call (even though we do, or did), it isn't that he likes to guilt us in the same attention seeking manner his parents used on him. It isn't all those thing because he is who he is and I will never change that. The only person I can control is me.

I am entering a new phase in my life. I am getting healthy and I am getting married then I will be working on becoming a homeowner and adopting two kids with my loving partner. If my father ever decides he wants a part of that he is welcome to come back into my life, he just has to choose to put some effort into it because it won't be a one sided relationship anymore. I am done punishing myself and it feels good.

Hopefully that means no more Dad Issues! I'll keep you updated on that though...

Stupid and desperate - Drinking to Cope

Yeah we've all had a lick of liquid courage to get through a rough spot but it isn't a healthy crutch.

Appropriate since I went to Bend... and to that brewery...

My mom invited me to go away with her this last weekend and I agreed. We were to leave same day and I was excited but that was short lived, of course. I started to panic. I was leaving my safety net, I was leaving my partner alone for the weekend, I was going to have to get to sleep alone and deal with the "Bad Thoughts" alone. 

It was mostly that one word, I felt 'Alone'. I was freaking out because I would have to go out into the middle of nowhere and be alone with my thoughts... you know what pumpkin? That should scare anybody. 

So here was my masterful frat-boy inspired plan. I would drink until the idea of leaving home didn't feel like it would make my heart explode and I'd like to level with you now. Wow that was a stupid idea and here is why: nobody is fooling anybody when you've had six hearty drinks. You are not 'passing' for normal people..

I immediately felt super self conscious about the fact I was three sheets to the wind and sitting next to my loving, adorable, awesome mother. "What shameful thing have I done?" I thought. "I'm a terrible person." I should explain that when I am that drunk I have an experience that is much like having a completely lucid person riding shotgun who is trying to talk sense into me or in this case, provide real time shame and regret for what I am unable to stop doing... (Side benefit, I never blackout, ever, I always remember in perfect detail what I did and said for-freaking-ever. Yay.)

So I came clean, I told her the thought of leaving home was so terrifying I drank. She said "Duh". So I went on to try to explain what I had been dealing with the last two months and I got to feel something new. Confiding in my mom meant she was able to open up to me about experiences she had and offer excelent advice. I felt stupid. If I had called her and said "I still want to go but I am freaking out, what do I do?" she would have explained and made it easy for me. 

I realised that most of my anxiety is centered around something that scares me that I am trying to keep secret from the world. When I can pluck up the courage to say "This freaks me and and here is why." someone has always been willing to help me and explain. Be honest with your feelings and they won't be able to blackmail you into making awful decisions. Like drinking before going on a three hour road trip with my mother...

What is it that is making me so darn Anxious?

First off I'd like to explain when my anxiety spiral started and how it manifested in my life.

Outside my front door, if you know where to look.

In February of this year I was let go from my job. This is where the dramatic music begins in the background. Being let go is, by far, one of the hardest things to happen to me in a while and is still absolutely devastating when i think about it. I'd like to quickly add I was actually 'wrongfully discharged' according to the state of Oregon which is a small ego booster. I am still out of work, though, so the knowledge that I was not at fault is not much of a consolation prize but ultimately that just means I was fired because my boss hated me instead of performance reasons. Its like a game of emotional pick-your-poison.

Fast forward a bit; now I am at home, alone, and I have no idea how to pull my life back together. I am in a phase now where I am barely getting out of bed, I haven't worn 'people' clothes in weeks, my beard has grown about 4 inches in every direction and I smell. This generalized moping carries on for too long then I decide I am tired of feeling sorry for myself and I resolve to get up each day and clean and be the good  domestic helper my partner deserves.

Everything starts feeling fine, I have a routine again, until the panic attacks start. I don't know how you define a panic attack but here is what is is for me:

1. Heart rate increases
2. Overwhelming fear
3. Feeling of the room shrinking
4. Labored breathing
5. Feeling like I am dying...

In the middle of the day, when I am dusting, having a glass of water, it just didn't matter what I was doing they would strike at random. Usually it would pass in moments leaving a generalized sense of panic behind. Also, at about the same period of my life, I started to have an intense fear of dying. This fear was so extreme and prevalent, especially at night when I was lying in bed, that I was unable to fall asleep normally. I would keep busy into the small hours until I was so exhausted that I'd finally fall asleep.

I'd lay in bed and try to imagine what the worst case scenario about dying would be. For me, that was that I would die and there is no afterlife and I just cease to exist. I would try to imagine it, which is a conundrum because you can't visualize what it is like to be non existent. It was like trying to think about what it would be like if I didn't have a brain and therefore could not think... I started calling these the "Bad Thoughts" so I could even avoid talking about it in a direct way lest I start thinking them again.

That is my anxiety, that is what I am dealing with right now at home. That isn't even the full extent of it but it is what I am dealing with right now. Maybe you can sympathize with what I am feeling. Maybe you have a phobia, panic attacks, or maybe you've experienced the "Bad Thoughts" and you are looking for a way to cope. Well so am I... and I'd love to invite you on my journey. I am going to, each week, try something to help alleviate a specific phobia or fear that I have in some way. I will report back what my experiences are and hopefully it will give you an incentive to try it.