Battling our Demons and Feeding our Souls
Nov. 7th, 2010 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, I think I’ve spoken about it before, but I’m a lady with the crazy.* It’s managed much better than it used to be, mostly with medication. I had some decent time with a therapist down here in Canberra, though I’ll likely want to find someone new once I relocate to Brisbane. I still have panic attacks (which I’m starting to think is part of the cause of my migraines, what with the teeth grinding and jaw clenching that tends to happen, particularly when I go to sleep anxious), and I still have days and periods when I just feel so low and helpless and worthless.
I know there’s a fair number of you around here who have similar (and different) experiences with the crazy, and deal with it with varying levels of success. There are various resources around that talk about coping strategies, but I’d like to share a few of my own, and hear about some of the strategies you use to keep the crazy from overtaking everything.
*I acknowledge that there are issues with the term crazy; and I’m really not down with crazy as a derogative descriptor, but it’s a term I use non-negatively for myself, and I hope folks are able to respect the language I use to name my experiences. For the record, I don’t expect anyone to use language they feel they’re not comfortable reclaiming, so I’m happy to respect whatever language you choose.
**Trigger Warning** I talk briefly about self-harm in the first paragraph behind the cut, so you might want to skip past it if you need to. I’ve added some extra breaks afterwards to help with that.
I self-injured for nearly six years, with varying frequency. It’s been about the same period of time since I stopped cutting, but I need to admit that one of the things I do to stave off the pits if I need to for a short period probably still counts as self-harm. I keep my nails long, and digging my nails into my palms or some other part of my body can sometimes be enough to stave off a depressive spike if I need to get through a meeting or something at work. It’s not a great strategy, but it’s the most effective one I have when I have to keep my composure in front of other people.
When I do have the time and space to, another thing I have at my disposal since earlier in the year is a recording of a hypnotherapy session I had with my last psychologist. It’s on my iPod, so I’m able to plug my headphones in and listen to it. Often I need to be in the right frame of mind, and it’s about 40min long, so I need to have 40min where I can be by myself in a dark room, so it’s not always the most ideal option, but I like to use it when I can.
It’s a cliché, but paying for a good massage is always a good option, for me. I carry a lot of muscle tension, particularly in my neck and shoulders, so it tends to serve two purposes in terms of giving my brain some time to decompress and helping my muscles decompress too. Again, it’s something that requires time and space, as well as a level of class privilege in terms of the kind of disposable income to be able to pay for such a thing, so it’s not something that’s necessarily available for everyone.
One which is surprisingly simple, and surprisingly effective, is having access to folks on social media; particularly Twitter. Something about the speed of Twitter means I feel less self-conscious asking for support. The speed of my Twitter stream means my momentary admission that I’m consumed with self-hate at the moment, or that I’m suddenly convinced that I’m going to die in the next half an hour despite lack of any reason for such a belief, is there one minute, and in the next has travelled down the stream, replaced by the discussions and admissions and observations of others, about anything and everything. The feeling of unworthiness that often accompanies such moods and causes me to not talk about them or ask for support is somewhat placated by the idea that sharing in such a fast-moving medium feels less permanent; less demanding.
They’re just a few of my strategies, but I’d like to hear from y’all. What do you do when your mental illness starts creeping a little to close to the driver’s seat and you’re not really in a place where you can or want to let it drive? Are there times when you find it easier to just let the crazy do the driving for a period (time and other factors permitting)?
Anon comments will be screened, if it’s obvious you’re intending to share in the conversation, then I will unscreen.
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on 2010-11-07 12:00 pm (UTC)For as long as I can remember my coping mechanism for anxiety has been playing with bits of fluff. When I was little I would pick fluff off my teddy bear or off the blankets on my bed. Woollen jumpers would sometimes end up with holes in them where I'd absentmindedly picked at them. My teddy bear ended up bald, I had intended to keep him but he got thrown out accidentally when my parents were helping me move out of home.
When I realised that, in the absence of stuffed toys to denude, I was going to ruin the woollen blankets on our bed if I didn't do something about it I started buying bags of craft toy stuffing fluff. Part of getting dressed in the mornings includes grabbing a pinch of fluff and sticking it in my pocket. If I forget, or worse if I'm not wearing pockets I'm very uncomfortable. (I'm even getting tense thinking about not having fluff to hand!)
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on 2010-11-12 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2010-11-07 12:33 pm (UTC)I too used to self-injure frequently, & yes, I still occasionally do the thing where I dig my nails (they're short, but it still works) into my palm or my wrist or something when I'm stressed.
I think your point about social media is a good one. I don't do Twitter, but sometimes just refreshing my reading page on DW can help (er, if people are posting, that is: w/time zones there are just dead patches, often when I most need them not to be). It reminds me that there are lots of people out there doing things, having their lives going on, & it helps me get out of my own head a bit.
I've been doing 750 Words daily for months now. It started as a way to give myself permission to write fanfic but sometimes I use it for its original purpose: just a stream-of-consciousness brain dump. When I do that, sometimes it is pretty cathartic to vent & helps talk myself down a bit. This helps especially when I am feeling too self-conscious about feeling bad to post about it anywhere.
Naps sometimes also help, & snuggling w/my cats. Sometimes I just have to tell myself to wait until the next morning & hope things will feel better then. Sometimes they do--just b/c I've had a little time & distance from whatever was triggering my particularly bad state of mine. It doesn't always work, & it's not a long-term solution but more of a way to keep putting one foot in front of the other. But it does remind me that things change, that the way I feel at one moment can possibly change.
Exercise does seem to help to some degree, but when I'm in a particularly bad space, of course that is when I am least likely to get myself to do it.
Many/all of these won't be suitable for everyone, of course--such is the nature of coping mechanisms!
(Er, sorry for tl;dr comment.)
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on 2010-11-07 01:13 pm (UTC)Anyway, when it's been a day where I've been barely able to function, I make a really strong effort to get at least one small thing done. I do a sink-full of dishes, or fold a load of laundry, and then I can look at something concrete and say "I did that today."
In the past several months I've started keeping a notebook on my desk where I write down a list of things I want to get done during the day, and then add on as the day goes along other off-list things that I do, too. I put on things like eating as well as things like filling out tax forms. It helps to be able to just move things I didn't do one day down into the next day's list, and it helps to look at a list at the end of the day and see that I was doing stuff, even if only taking care of myself.
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on 2010-11-07 09:46 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2010-11-12 10:33 pm (UTC)Oooh, 750 Words looks like a great idea - thanks for passing it on! And I certainly appreciate the value of waiting until morning and doing the whole 'put one foot in front of the other' thing.
I've found exercise good too; although I often find I need something to occupy my mind if I'm just on a treadmill or something, because it gets too easy to simply fall into my own head and end up in a bad loop.
I've wanted cats for a long time, but living arrangements haven't been conducive. My current neighbour has 4 cats, and I find myself feeling better after they've wandered over to visit or whatever, which is nice.
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on 2010-11-07 05:16 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2010-11-12 10:35 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2010-11-07 05:45 pm (UTC)2. Hyperfocussing on LOOOOOOOUD MUUUUUUUUUUSIC, usually the underlying melodies. While smoking. I actually have half a packet of regular fags on top of the electronic ones for when I am having a particularly bad time. Sometimes the "ew how did I even smoke these DDD: *SCRAPES TONGUE*" can distract me enough to stop the attack.
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on 2010-11-07 06:16 pm (UTC)SORTING SHIT IS FUCKING AWESOME.
I LIKE M&MS BECAUSE I CAN SORT THEM BY COLOUR AND EAT THEM IN PATTERNS.
IT'S FUCKING RAD.
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on 2010-11-12 10:37 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2010-11-07 09:12 pm (UTC)If i am particularly bad, letting myself be a kid for a while helps.
At work i will focus on monotonous repetitive tasks in the data base, like merging duplicate records, or validating data. I find them kinda meditative.
Thankfully getting drunk and ranring online seems to have dropped off the list. :)
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on 2010-11-08 10:31 am (UTC)Depression is a tough one, and when it begins to interfere with life then I usually need to go with it for a while. I notify friends and family that I'm shutting down for a while, I gentle myself through the days, and I keep reminding myself that it will pass - I'm moving through depression, I'm not stuck in it. That particular thought is a very powerful one: it's like a mantra. Remembering that while the overall crazy is permanent, the episodes are transitory really, really helps.
When I'm anxious, I do much the same. I also give myself permission to feel anxious. Rather than trying to avoid or solve the anxiety, which inevitably leads to self-injury impulses or similar, focusing on the feeling itself and allowing myself to feel it helps me to remember that the feeling is not actually going to kill me.
My Nintendo DS is an excellent tool. Lego Batman is cute and fun and designed for children so it's pretty hard for me to actually fail at it. I start to play, and give myself permission to completely zone out of life until I've calmed down. Works pretty well, generally.
Knitting is another one. Knitting is like meditation, but because it involves motor skills rather than mental discipline, it's easier for me to sink into when I'm feeling scatty.
I'm allergic to housework as a rule, but getting through piles of laundry or cleaning the kitchen is a great way to burn off anxiety or hypomania, and the achievements that result help me to feel more in control.
If in doubt, I clean up my filesystem a bit. Actually tidying is a tool I use a lot when I'm anxious or overwhelmed, but only ever in fairly finite ways - my desk at work, for example, is spotless when I'm just about losing my shit. :D Reining in the mess helps create the illusion of control.
If I think of anything else, I'll come back and add to this.
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on 2010-11-12 10:46 pm (UTC)I find 'zoning out' type stuff less useful than I used to; it's like my crazy brain picks up on the 'zoning' frequency and sort of seizes on it; so I find I need a certain level of mental stimulation.
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on 2010-11-12 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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