This blog always sees more action when I talk about mental health. Maybe because the truth is relatable and finding people who are going through the same things is preferable to dealing with everything alone? Who knows? All I’m certain of is that I feel better letting it all out and much better knowing it isn’t just me. We’re in it together, the anxious of the world.
I’m trying to deal with this though. I took steps to get back on my medication today – such a small thing – just a phone call. But I did it finally, after two months of putting it off. I guess I have to concede that I still need it, even if I have found a new spirituality.
The all-natural and the chemical are just going to have to find a way to live alongside one another, at least for now. And it’s okay, there’s nothing to be ashamed of here and it works for me.
Talking really does help so much, I’ve done nothing but today and I feel empowered by it. Those feelings haven’t completely dissipated but freeing negative thoughts can weaken them, especially when you have someone who can say “…and so what if it does happen like that? We’ll just deal with it”.
I’m lucky, I know and sometimes it isn’t that simple, and not every body has it. All we can do is work with what we have and I’m just going to keep going. I’ll permit myself time to wobble every now and again. I mean, I have just started a new job, a new podcast and we’re buying our first house in the midst of a pandemic, right?
Also, am I the only one surprised when someone admits to not having social anxiety in this day and age?