Tag: therapy

Since the morning I feel weird, I’ve talked about this before, I don’t like Sundays

It’s like my mind knows exactly the day to make me feel extra anxious, I feel bad since the moment I open my eyes but I try to keep myself together

I like to go to the park with my dogs on Sundays, to make it better, usually we order food and lay in the couch all day

We do laundry and clean the house, nothing exciting

Sunday nights are the worst, my mind just gets stronger somehow and my body weaker at the same time

On Sundays I take melatonin and made myself some lemon and ginger tea before bed just so I can get some sleep

On Sundays I videocall my family every night and talk to them until I fall asleep

Are Sundays always going to be this blue? Am I always going to hate this day?

Like Matthew Perry Posted on his Instagram a few weeks ago:

Why is today specially hard?

I learned you existed long ago but the fear came after , I understood that one day we leave this earth and I tried to comprehend where do we go, years later I still don’t know.

You took control over my mind, over my body and my feelings, took away from me the joy of sleeping, the happiness of a nice shower, the adventure of long car ride

You took away from me the normal afternoons laying in the couch, the dates with my boyfriend , the calls with my family

You have taken so much from me but I am still here to fight it back

Because I learned I can be stronger than you , I learned we can live together and coexist

That I can still have you in my mind but I can function and I can live

Dear death, I know you are there always behind me, behind my mind, my actions and my thoughts, but I also know I am in front of you, stronger and capable

Dead death , I know some days you’ll be stronger than me and find the way to break me down, but I also know I will find the way to step back up

Dear death, thank you for teaching me what I am capable of , for making me strong

Dear death, thank you for making me feel alive

I like Wednesdays, I call them the belly button of the week, they are far from Monday and closer to Friday

I love Fridays, I call them IDAF Fridays since is not allowed to stress out , the weekend has arrived!

I enjoy Saturdays since you have no worries about waking up early next day or feeling guilty for staying up late at night

I dislike Sundays, I feel blue most of them, there is not much you can do as you have to prepare for a new week of work or school, it’s all over again, another week of not much happiness but a lot of work, in my case, mental work

So I decided to flip the switch, I call my family every Sunday night, I volunteer every Sunday morning, I cook fun recipes on Sunday afternoon, I enjoy life on Sundays.

Not every day will be our favorite but maybe we can make it a bit better, at least it doesn’t have to be Monday because, let’s be honest, who likes mondays?

So today is for enjoying Sundays and maybe one day I’ll say the same for Mondays but is too early for that

About 10 years ago I understood something was going on with me, I didn’t understand what was it and for many years I tried to ignore it, put it in the back of my mind, denying that existed.

About 5 years ago I learned that what I was going through was called anxiety and panic attacks, that they were controlling my body and my mind, even then I tried to ignore it, put it in the back of my mind, denying it existed.

About a year ago my mental health spiraled drastically, I lost control of my body and my mind, I couldn’t function properly, my days were based on counting the amount of panic attacks per day and crying during my anxiety crisis, even then I tried to ignore it, put it in the back of my mind, denying it existed.

Two months ago I felt like I was losing the battle, I couldn’t do it alone anymore, I seek help, I started therapy, I stopped to ignore it, stopped to put it in the back of my mind and accepted it existed.

I accepted my mind was weak in that moment but with help and persistence everything would get better, I started to write, I started a blog where I share my journey.

A few weeks ago I learned I could stopped being the victim and become the helper , I decided my situation was not a curse, it was an opportunity to grow, I decided to use the tools that have helped me in order to help others, start a new journey, tell my story.

Today I am not afraid of talking about my mental health or tell my story, I’m not afraid about what my family will think because I know they love me more than anything, I am not afraid of what people will think of my videos because I just want to help those who need it.

All of this I do it for me, for the little girl who started to fear, for the teenager who hid, for the adult who seek help.

I remember the first time I heard this quote from Mr.Rogers, it’s struck me right away, there is always somebody that can help you.

For the last months I’ve been meeting new people, talking with new friends and creating new connections, all of this thanks to opening up regarding my mental health

I realized not only that there was a lot of people going through the same than me but also that I could help many the same way I was being helped.

So after each therapy session I write down what I learned , new exercises, new tips and when somebody close to me needs then the most I give it to them.

I’ve become in someone that helps others going though the same than me of even worst situations, I am using what used to affect me in benefit to others

My anxiety is no longer my curse, is my base for teaching and helping others.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not “cured” , I still have it in me, still fight my mind everyday, but I can go to bed knowing I helped somebody that needed me like once I needed help too.

So, if you’re going through something hard, look at it as a possibility to learn and teach others about it, don’t look at it as a curse or punishment , you might have inside of you the answer that many have been looking for a long time

Become the helper.

Is weird seeing all the people complain about not being able to sleeps since quarantine started

They can’t get some rest, they try to close their eyes but their mind keep making their thoughts get the best of them

They feel tired but they are also too scared to go to sleep, fear is consuming them during the day, anxiety at night

I’ve been there, every night , right now.

I am here for you if you need to talk, I am here for you to tell you “ you’re going to be alright “

My body might be used to this, I know yours is not, so don’t worry, don’t fear, I am here, we got this.

Today was one of those days, those really bad days

My mind was stronger, my body weaker, I lost myself between my tears trying to hold back what it was left from me, I was shaking and I couldn’t breath, I was sweating and feeling nauseous, that was my entire day

I cried multiple times out of desperation, out of fear and not being able to get it together

I reached out to my loved ones, I reached out to my therapist, we did some exercises and my anxiety went down a little bit, but I still feel it inside of me, it wants to come out but I won’t let her do it.

I will have good rest and sleep through the night or at least I will have to try it.

The past days have been hard, all we see in the news are tragedies, the world is going into dark times and we can’t do anything about it, or at least thats what we think.

To deny the situation that we are living right now would be a big mistake, nature is giving back what we did to her for many years and it seems likes the good days are far from here. Every day we get a higher number of deaths from the virus, another plague, another eartquake, another tragedy.

It has been a long time since I went to bed calmly and not thinking about how the world is coming to an end, I was waking up scared thinking about what would be the new event, how many deaths would be today, how anxius would I be today.

But I realized time keeps moving even if I decide to sit and wait for everything to calm down, time won’t wait, life won’t wait.

I decided I needed to start living my life and reaching for my dreams before it was too late, as we can tell by the last days, you never know when is too late.

So I’ve been keeping myself busy, creating and working in new proyects, new activities and new goals, I want to keep my mind away of all the negativity that affects my days, I want to spend my days enjoying life instead of couting how many panic attacks I have per day.

I know days have been hard and darkness can be consuming you, but remember, it will be okay and we will be okay, find positivity in your surrenders, enjoy the spring that is starting, the baby animals that are being born, the flowers that are blooming, of course avoid the awful pollen.

We might be living hard times, but we can always get a bit of sunshine If we look for it.