Going to hang out here and Tumblr since these are places I can keep relatively doom-free.
I have been dealing with intense stress for years now, but particularly in the last 5 months, and I have skills I've honed over that time.
I concentrate on things that fill the metaphorical pitcher. They feel good, are satisfying, are calming. These include taking photos, working on jigsaw puzzles, petting animals, caring for plants, collecting rocks and pebbles, and cleaning / de-cluttering. It also helps to connect with friends, sending photos or emojis, just some little "hi" like that, or longer interactions if possible. Anything creative, if I have the energy and can tame the anxiety: making things is one of the more satisfying experiences in life.
Where I can, I contribute to my volunteer organization, LGBT Books to Prisoners. I am not able to do much these days but I did sit on the meeting and boss people around a little bit. Doing small things to improve the situation for folks. Caretaking, service.
I pay attention to sensory joy, a term I learned from autistic bloggers. I wear clothes that are soft and comfortable. I have soft blankets and a teddy bear on my bed. Strings of "fairy lights" (not Christmas themed but what I called Christmas lights growing up). Diet Mountain Dew, I realized, is a sensory joy for me and why I drink it so much. Music is a big one. Jewelry. Beautiful artwork. Pay attention when something feels good, note it, and try to increase that feeling in your life.
I'm investing in my space to try to make it as pleasing as possible, and shout-out here to the maid service we have cleaning the house. It's been SO nice. Incredibly worthy investment, which I think notions of class and pride interfere with for many of us. For me it's about disability. Every time they come I think "there's no such thing as unskilled labor" because they are so quick and professional.
Something my friend said else-net was along the lines of "people don't want me to feel this bad." I had this thought a couple of months ago, too: If people knew how I was suffering, they would help if they could, and that motivated me to ask for help, and keep asking. I am still practicing asking for help, and contending with confusing feelings around that.
Shout-out to legal marijuana in Minnesota. I wish this for everyone who desires it. Regular use of edibles has saved me. It temporarily relieves some of my pain and anxiety, and the only side effect is some dehydration. I am overly careful with it due to my anxious nature.
Boundaries, they can be tough but are so important. Sometimes (often) I don't answer my phone. It's gonna irritate and baffle some people but that is their problem because it helps keep me sane. At the end of the day I am accountable only to myself.
Journaling has helped me in the past, and so I will try to continue with it as a practice.
I have been dealing with intense stress for years now, but particularly in the last 5 months, and I have skills I've honed over that time.
I concentrate on things that fill the metaphorical pitcher. They feel good, are satisfying, are calming. These include taking photos, working on jigsaw puzzles, petting animals, caring for plants, collecting rocks and pebbles, and cleaning / de-cluttering. It also helps to connect with friends, sending photos or emojis, just some little "hi" like that, or longer interactions if possible. Anything creative, if I have the energy and can tame the anxiety: making things is one of the more satisfying experiences in life.
Where I can, I contribute to my volunteer organization, LGBT Books to Prisoners. I am not able to do much these days but I did sit on the meeting and boss people around a little bit. Doing small things to improve the situation for folks. Caretaking, service.
I pay attention to sensory joy, a term I learned from autistic bloggers. I wear clothes that are soft and comfortable. I have soft blankets and a teddy bear on my bed. Strings of "fairy lights" (not Christmas themed but what I called Christmas lights growing up). Diet Mountain Dew, I realized, is a sensory joy for me and why I drink it so much. Music is a big one. Jewelry. Beautiful artwork. Pay attention when something feels good, note it, and try to increase that feeling in your life.
I'm investing in my space to try to make it as pleasing as possible, and shout-out here to the maid service we have cleaning the house. It's been SO nice. Incredibly worthy investment, which I think notions of class and pride interfere with for many of us. For me it's about disability. Every time they come I think "there's no such thing as unskilled labor" because they are so quick and professional.
Something my friend said else-net was along the lines of "people don't want me to feel this bad." I had this thought a couple of months ago, too: If people knew how I was suffering, they would help if they could, and that motivated me to ask for help, and keep asking. I am still practicing asking for help, and contending with confusing feelings around that.
Shout-out to legal marijuana in Minnesota. I wish this for everyone who desires it. Regular use of edibles has saved me. It temporarily relieves some of my pain and anxiety, and the only side effect is some dehydration. I am overly careful with it due to my anxious nature.
Boundaries, they can be tough but are so important. Sometimes (often) I don't answer my phone. It's gonna irritate and baffle some people but that is their problem because it helps keep me sane. At the end of the day I am accountable only to myself.
Journaling has helped me in the past, and so I will try to continue with it as a practice.