You ever have one of those days where you wake up and you can barely get out the bedroom because your anxiety is up with the larks? That was me this morning.
I hate those days, I’m partial to them I can’t lie. Days when you are happy your phone is broken and that you have no plans because getting out of your pyjamas takes more effort than what you’ve got.
I hate anxious depressed days such a massive waste of time and energy spent ruminating over everything. Everything being the important stuff like 10 reasons why it is absolutely impossible for me to die as no one can take care of the Things like I can but also worrying about utter drivel. I hate that the most for example the tiles on the outer edge are missing in the hallway Reilly’s escort will think we live in squalor, WTF but yes that was a genuine worry of the day. I knew I couldn’t watch the documentary about the 16 year old non verbal boy today as I may still be crying now that needs to be watched on a less emotional day.
I’ve spent the day trying keep as busy as possible. My self preservation involves being busy with minimal human contact and watching old America’s next top models that I’ve missed. So here I am at almost 1am feeling completely normal and wanting to hang onto that peaceful feeling so putting off sleep a teeny bit longer.
When Reilly came back from school he wanted to go out, I really really didn’t want to but I put my trainers on and figured some fresh might do me some good so we went to the park and for something to eat. It does always brighten me up if I can get past the doorstep. In this mood I’m prone to a bit of people hating, can’t help it for example I hated a mam shouting at her little one for walking too slow, I shouldn’t judge she may have needed the toilet or was catching a bus or whatever but I did and hated her for it anyway.
My temples were pounding, my left arm was pins and needles and my legs like lead weights but I did the 2 hours out and I did feel better for it. The good thing is I can say to Shane what an utterly shit day, I felt like crying and have been really anxious and he gets it, priceless.
The black dog barks at my door a lot and I do try and keep him on a tight leash. Medication, mindfulness, etc help too. I’m 44 in a few weeks time and have felt like this for about 20 years off and on some times worse than others following life events. Caring for Reilly ups the game on the anxiety stakes that’s for sure.
I get so pissed off, I accomplish a lot but what would the Christine minus anxiety, depression and OCD be capable of? It’s exhausting but as they say without darkness we’d never see the stars.
What’s your method for dealing with the dark days?
New day tomorrow hoping for a good one x