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Trying to accept, and trying to find grounding

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It’s interesting how every time I stop working on a project for a while for any reason, whether I was forced to take a break or lost interest for a bit, I feel intensely guilty about it. Which causes anxiety and then I continue avoiding it for quite some time. Possibly to drop it and pretend it never happened in the first place. I’ve rebooted this blog in a couple forms, and every time I’ve deleted all previous posts and am having to rather strongly restrain myself from doing so this time. I’m trying to let myself be ok with the discomfort, with the visibility of my lack of consistency and struggle to keep a routine. It’s truly uncomfortable though. One of those inane but impossible to drop thoughts that circles your brain while you try to fall asleep, keeping you awake with the needless anxiety it causes. I know the best way to try and come to terms with this is to tackle it head on, to try and talk myself out of worrying so excessively about it. But the simple knowledge of that has kept me from working on the blog post after the first few sentences for days now. Which is odd- usually posts like this I bang out in a half our or so. But avoidance of the uncomfortable is my main coping mechanism, and it is so easy to slip into its grasp. Consider me posting this now, with all the evidence of months of no posts, an exercise in acceptance. Acceptance of the uncomfortable, and acceptance of my own imperfections.

I’ve actually been trying to break the cycle of intense interest poured into something only to drop it forever with another project of mine. See, I’ve always been at least an agnostic. The latter half of my life, atheist. But I find myself yearning for some sort of ritual in my life. Something that grounds me, that makes me feel connected to the world around me, that affirms my thoughts on being a part of nature and the whole world around me. So I started doing some research. I thought perhaps witchcraft or other sorts of paganism would give me, if not some of the exact things I was looking for, then perhaps inspiration for what felt right. I’ve read a number of books at this point, with very much a frame of mind of taking what makes sense to me or feels good and discarding the rest. I don’t really believe in supernatural but I want to do things that feel respectful of the world around me and ground and connect me to the world. When I get lost in depression or anxiety, it often feels like I’m heading from every reminder of the world at large around me. Perhaps if I can piece together some sort of ritual for myself to connect me, I can remind myself to look outside the myopic vision depression and anxiety produce.

But it’s something I’ve only been able to research in small gulps, entirely unlike how I usually tackle research projects. And it’s been good practice as well, for trying to make a project more manageable and figure out how to keep a more prolonged interest in something. I think I’ve completed most of the reading I want to do at this point, though of course that may change later as I try things and see what feels good and what just feels wonky no matter what. I’ve settled on initially trying out things that are herb based – not because I think there are any really inherent properties to the herbs themselves. But because I do think smells and tastes and the savoring of those things can evoke feelings and frames of mind within yourself (rather than invoking some power within it, or invoking some supernatural power). I have a whole mess of teas coming in a few days. The first few weeks will simply be trying each of these and savoring the smell and taste. And deciding how each makes me feel as I savor them. Notes to be taken for future reference, of course. I hope to do this each evening outside (though living in the midwest of the usa, that may not always be possible). What I’m hoping to build here is a notebook of how these things make me feel as I consume them, and then in the future I can look at those and decide how I would like to feel and try to use the tea in that manner. Eventually I want to expand it into candles or incense as well, and then try combining things to evoke more complex feelings and states of mind. But this is what the start of creating some ritualism for me is going to look like. Savoring some tea outdoors, without any electronics, for a period of time each evening to try and quiet my mind and remind myself that I belong in the world around me. Meditation would be a truly noble goal, but I haven’t had much luck with that at this point in my life, so I will simple start with just listening to the world around me and smelling and tasting. And we’ll build from there. So I hope.

Maintaining?

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One of the more difficult things I’ve been trying to tease out since my last post is how to maintain my determination and mood that I experienced that day.  I’ve seen my primary care doc since then, and one of her first questions upon me describing how I’ve felt (she put me on a new med in January) was, “Are you manic?” Which really made me dig down into the feeling a bit more, something I’ve resisted doing because one of my major stumbling blocks is my tenancy to over-analyze.

I didn’t feel like I’ve been manic. After a bit of back and forth with my doctor we decided that I was simply happy (perhaps really happy) and that it has been so long since I actually felt that way that the feeling was simply overwhelming me a bit. It seemed extreme because I’d been so low for so long. I felt fucking fabulous all last week. And now I feel like I’ve regressed a touch, so I’m trying to figure out how to pump myself back up again. I’ve been actively pushing back in my mind against my more negative thoughts and my often knee-jerk reflex to beat myself up in some manner. It sometimes makes me feel like I’m constantly arguing with myself inside my head. But even though it’s something I’ve resisted doing for a while (it sounded corny as hell to me in the past), it does seem to be helping. I find myself enjoying looking at pictures of myself again. The urge to nitpick is still there, but I find myself focusing more and more on the parts of the picture I do like.

Right now a lot of trying to pump myself up is also taking the form of really trying to figure out who I am, and who I want to be. My therapist mentioned that I often do that thing where I ‘would’ve, could’ve, should’ve’ myself to death, and while in small doses it’s not necessarily that unhealthy of a thing I get stuck in those loops and beat myself up with those thoughts. Reframing has been surprisingly helpful now that I’ve decided to try it. I’ve resisted it because it seems like it shouldn’t be that useful – I mean, it seems like I should still know what I was saying there, so why should it be that helpful. But it has been! It’s a simple thing that gets me moving forward again and breaking out of the downward spirals my brain gets stuck in. “I should’ve said this!” becomes “Next time I will say this.” Feels corny, yeah? But also been surprisingly useful. Spinning regrets into a more positive framework. “I want to be someone who walks everywhere,” which seems like a simple benign statement, has been picked apart a little and easily respun and even realized. It was also something that I think was helped greatly by my mind shift I wrote about in last post. Something about that day, moment, whatever, allowed me to go forward with less resistance. “I want to be someone who walks everywhere,” easily became, “Well, someone who walks everywhere is you know, someone who walks everywhere. So look, now I’ve decided to walk to and from my parking lot and take my dog out for twice daily walks and BAM! I am someone who walks everywhere.” It seems so simple, and yet when I was dragged down by depression and anxiety that change from the first to the second truly seemed insurmountable. And after that click, that shift, now for over a week now, I’ve been walking 3-4 miles a day when previously I didn’t even get in a 1000 steps a day oftentimes.

Saying to people that I’m lazy and like to sleep and not a morning person for so long now has been reflexive, and second nature. And yet, lazy people don’t walk 3-4 miles a day. So I don’t think that’s part of my identity at the moment (though my identity does seem to be something in flux at the moment, something shifting and evolving and still being discovered). I was texting with a friend a few nights ago, and something I said really struck me. I had mentioned how I had been waking up an hour before my alarm, and I had just been getting up and doing stuff, and I believe what I said was something about how it was weird, and I didn’t like it, and I didn’t even want to be a morning person. And I was struck that this didn’t seem to be true? I mean, it certainly used to be. Those reflexive self descriptors. But after I texted it I sat and stared and realized it didn’t ring true anymore. I WANTED to be a morning person. I was ENJOYING getting up even earlier, well before I absolutely had to. It just felt good, and I both wanted to be a morning person and seemed like I really was a morning person now (I almost fully attribute this to my new med kicking in and actually seeming to be helpful). This week, I’ve been sleeping through to my alarm, or almost, and I genuinely miss the extra time I had in the morning, and don’t enjoy how rushed I feel. So now I’m setting my alarm back a bit earlier. And I’m going to slowly push it back until I hit a time that feels RIGHT. Something I didn’t think I could trust myself to intuit before, and yet I really think I can now.

This post is a bit all over the place, but I think that’s a reflection of where I am now. I’ve burst out of the spiral and am looking around trying out all the things I wasn’t seeing before to see what fits and what doesn’t. So I’ll keep trying things on and keep plowing forward, and keep giving that fire that erupted in me some wood to fuel it. To keep it going even though it isn’t that initial furious hot burn it was those first few seductive days. I am a morning person. I am someone who walks everywhere.

What will I be next? I’m excited to find out.