A better week

This week was mainly filled with getting laundry done. It’s has been a huge stressor and cause for anxiety for quite a while now. But I finally bunkered down and got a lot of it done.

I finally starting individual counselling last Friday. And I’m in pretty high spirits about it. Even though it’s only been one session and that was basically a “get to know you” session, I know this will bring me somewhere. Who knows where? It may lead to more questions than answers, it may answer some of my burning internal questions about myself, it may also only get me so far. But already it has kicked my butt into at least one gear higher already. That’s where all of the energy to do the laundry came from.

I need to start doing something. My life hasn’t been an easy one, even until now it’s been quite the struggle. So doing something is sometimes extremely hard to do. I can get overwhelmed with huge tasks, I don’t handle change well. But after my counselling session, I had alittle boost to things.

Like tomorrow, I’m gonna be going to the career center here in my city to see if I can get some help. My career/job status has also been a huge stressor and a cause for anxiety. For quite some time now, I’ve struggled with you I am. So finding a career that I’m passionate about is proving to be difficult. I also have I guess what you could call “roadblocks” in my way as well to finding a job. I’ve got a daughter, and my husband works part time. We can not afford a babysitter so one of us has to be home with her. And my husbands shifts are sporadic and not on a set schedule. I’m worried that I’ll be asking too much of the employer. I wish I didn’t have to worry so much. I worry a lot.

I have another counselling appt this coming Friday, so I’m hoping we can start getting into the nitty gritty details about things. I’ve learned it always takes me 2-4 sessions before we start actually making progress. Before I finally get down to being 100% honest with my own feelings as well as what the counsellor is saying. Here’s to hoping!

Thank you the everyone who reads my blogs. I much appreciate it, and would love to hear from others. What have you conquered this week? Even the smallest thing can be conquered.



I love sleep.

But falling asleep with anxiety is one of the hardest things I’ve done. So much so that I don’t actually look forward to falling asleep, just sleep.

I read a post from The Mighty today, which is what prompted this post. It was from a contributor talking about their bedtime routine with anxiety.

And man, I could have written it, it was that close to my experience. Even down to the jealousy I feel for my husband who can fall asleep in seconds.

At times, it can take me up to 3 hours to fall asleep. Most times, it’s almost an hour before I finally fall asleep.

I used to make up scenarios in my head to fall asleep. Normally it would have been like winning the lottery or something. But when my anxiety got worse, I couldn’t just think about winning the lottery. I’d start worrying about what I would do with it, who I would share it with etc.

Unfortunately, those thoughts lead to more negative thoughts. Such as: that is never going to happen, that’s not right now, I still owe money, I still need help financially, I still need to find a job, but what if I can’t figure out what I want to do, I don’t want to be unhappy in my job, am I asking too much, can’t share any of that lottery with my parents, still hurts to have the non existent relationships with them, but also I don’t need them, they messed things up, they are the reason why I struggle everyday, and so on and so forth.

As all of that is happening internally, externally I’m uncomfortable, hot, cold, itchy, bathroom break, gotta roll over a bunch of times, stop the cats from scratching, and some more of being generally uncomfortable.

And then, I wake up in the morning no matter how long I slept and it feels like I slept nothing. But that also likely has something to do with the eating disorder I have.

Who knows what disorder, but I’ve been dealing with texture issues for years. And it has slowly gotten worse. It’s a pretty complex issue, because a lot of the reasoning for past issues were due to lack of money/food and my need to put everyone else before me. If I thought my daughter or husband liked or would eat a certain food, I wouldn’t eat it because it should be left for them, and I can find something else. And now, I have almost no appetite. And if I do, it’s for a bunch of crap. Fast food, processed stuff, all the stuff I shouldn’t eat on a semi regular basis. And yes before you ask, I will be making a doctors appt soon.

My mind is just a really hard place to be right now, with all of this new knowledge about my mental health, and just life in general. Some days are good. Some days I have a lot of energy and can keep myself distracted throughout the day. But there are some days where just nothing peaks my interests. I bounce between hobbies, and interests but on these days nothing sticks. I lose interest in mere minutes. So, some times I just sit. And unfortunately, that gives my mind the time and energy to think. About all things. Where I’m failing, what’s failing around me, what I personally feel I’m failing, what I perceive people are thinking about when they look or talk to me, all my wants and hopes, all the shitty memories, some good memories, just anything and everything. I mean, that’s basically my mind all the time.

I thought of a great analogy to describe what my mind looks like if I had to take a picture of it.

So think of white noise like a tv makes, or used to make. Now imagine that noise, as someone talking really fast, but slow enough for you to understand each and every word. That’s basically what my mind is like all the time. It’s constantly on the go, even when I want it to stop.

All I can do right at this moment is take all of this one day at a time, and hopefully figure some things out along the way.

I hope you enjoyed this post, share, like or leave a comment with your experience on falling asleep, anxiety or just any struggle.

Rough couple of weeks

Hi guys,

The last couple of weeks have been alittle rough. My anxiety medication isn’t working as much as it was. So I’m incredibly anxious. I feel my anxiety in my gut mostly. I also become shaky, and my body temperature is up and down. The last two times I have experienced these symptoms on a more severe level, I tried to 5,4,3,2,1 coping technique. Which is where I find 5 things that I can see, 4 things I can touch, 3 things I can hear, 2 things I can smell, and 1 thing I can taste. It’s to also help me stay in the present, instead of going through all of the “what if’s” of situations that have already happened.

Like recently, I had an incident where in the span of 10 minutes, I was almost hit by two cars. The first time, someone was turning while I was walking across the street. But they were going slow enough to stop before they hit me. But none the less, he was driving directly at me. So the second incident, the light had just changed, so the walk signal had just came on. Because of that last incident, and my already present anxiety, I paused to make sure that all the cars that had to come to a stop, were actually going to stop. I then notice a car not slowing down. He went right through the red light, almost hitting a pizza delivery car and all the way through the intersection before I even saw brake lights. If I hadn’t paused to check to see if people were stopping, he would have hit me and would have killed me.

As I was walking away, I broke down. I was terrified and just wanted to get home. And then my brain doing its lovely job, started replaying the second incident saying ” what if you hadn’t paused?” And with that playing in my head, I cried and walked home as fast as I could.

You see, one thing I wish ( oh so desperately wished) is to not have to go through the “what if’s”. The what if’s scare me probably the most. And I’ve seen and heard a lot of “almost” accidents or just bad things happening that I know what could happen. Even though this thought process isn’t super helpful at this point, it does allow me to see the other side of things.

There was also about a week where I felt entirely gloomy and just dull. And anxious.

I can’t keep an interest or a hobby around very long because I lose interest. Stuff just gets constantly boring. And then I try to get myself up and busy but I’m always coming back to lack of interest.

I’ve been worrying about my food intake for about a year and a half now. I’m sure I’m lacking a certain nutrient at this point. Every time I stand up I get dizzy, light headed, and my vision goes blurry for up to 2 mins. My fingernails are pretty brittle at this point. I’m totally aware of what’s going on. But I’m going to be making a doctors appt to get some help. Because I can only do so much.

I had a chance for a volunteering position, but I had to decline. I just can’t deal with all of the new stuff that will come with volunteering, with all of my mental symptoms going on. They are the worst they have ever been. I still push through my everyday life, but sometimes it all becomes too much and all I want to do is sleep for a while.

Well, there’s an interesting post for y’all.

Share your experiences with anxiety or any mental disorder for that matter. I think we all suffer too much in silence.

Inner critical voice…

I have always been critical of myself, especially my parenting skills.

If I had to guess, it comes down to two reasons.

First, I didn’t have a very good role model for what a parent should be like. After my parents divorced when I was 4, my life became about the hatred that both of my parents had for each other. That divorce is likely where things took a turn.

Second, my mom is super critical. No matter what you say to her, she will always follow it up with ” Yes, but…..”

Today, my best friend shared a video that really hit home for me. It was all about how critical we are on ourselves and how we would never say what we say to ourselves to our friends, family, or anyone.

I really beat myself up about my mothering skills. It all lumps in with my unstable sense of identity. Along with my moms critical voice in my head, I also have my own voice saying things like ” You aren’t good enough to be a mom”.

But this video really hit home because one of the things that my daughter is wanting to be when she grows up is a mom. So would I say the kind of stuff I say to myself about my parenting to her, if she came to me feeling the same way? No of course not, so why should I even think of saying these things to myself.

No one deserves to be that critical on themselves. I am learning to accept who I am, and work on becoming a healthier person.

My new favourite website!

I recently found some pages on Facebook that I had to follow. They are about mental health, and I have found many posts that are extremely relatable. They also have a website as well. “The Mighty” is a place where you can read personal experiences from others who have mental disorders like anxiety and depression. Check out their website!