Wow… it has been a week since my last blog post. I guess that is what happens when my anxiety controls more of my actions than my passions do. I’m sure many of you can relate. That is why I have decided to post a little bit about my anxiety.
I was diagnosed this last fall with depression and PTSD. What caused this? 16 years of constant abuse from my father. My intent here is not to have a pity party. I have had enough of those to last a lifetime. He doesn’t deserve my tears or my self-pity. Instead, I want to share the methods I use to counterattack my symptoms. My first method is people. One thing I want to do when I am freaking out, depressed, anxious, or stressed is to isolate myself from others. I have been working hard these last few semsters to perfect the art of pulling myself out of my loneliness and at least sitting in the same room as other people. Even if it is just sitting with my seven-year-old sister while she colors. My second method is God. Why isn’t the Lord my first method? Because I never remember to go to God first. Shame on me. Although it does happen occasionally, I am not going to tell an anecdote about how I will open up the bible and the verse will be exactly what I needed to hear dur dur dur. Rarely does this happen. Often times my devotions for the day (that I hadn’t done yet) have nothing to do with my current issues. However, these God-centered methods always refocus my mind onto God, his thoughts, his purposes, and his love. This brings my anxious thoughts away from my human worry. My third method to deal with potential panic attacks is to talk to myself. No, I’m not crazy. No, you aren’t crazy to try it either. Sometimes just saying what I am freaking out about out loud is all I need to realize how small the issue is. Most of the time my anxiety is about something that feels like the end of the world on the inside, but on when I get my problem on the outside I get some much-needed perspective. Believe it or not you, whoever you are, might just be wiser than you think. Talk it out with yourself. After all, who understands you better than you? I hope this is helpful and encouraging to the rest of you reading this. I was actually battling some depression when I decided to write this. Thanks for being my “people” tonight. Trying to rise, Brooklyn
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Nicole
1/14/2017 07:57:36 am
Good stuff
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