Anxiety Acceptance: this is me
Anxiety makes me skip meals and eat nothing for hours then eat popcorn and chocolate for hours and anything else that will boost my blood sugar. It makes me not sleep when I should sleep and feel I must sleep when I should not sleep.
It makes my heart beat like tom-toms in my chest and my ears. It makes me bite down all my fingernails. It makes me chatter through films and give up on every book I try to read. It makes me forgetful, unable to listen, unable to sit still, unable to find strength. It makes me ache, it makes me fat. It makes my face puffy and round. Anxiety stops me sticking to any task. Anxiety steals hours and whole days. Anxiety paralyses and panics so that I am both at once ready to run yet powerless to; desperate for action yet trapped in inertia. Anxiety rips up plans, disturbs peace. Anxiety stores fat on my belly yet tells me I’ve no time to exercise. It shouts at me through every thing I try to do for myself that I’m being selfish. Anxiety has a list of things I should be doing instead and where I’m going wrong, yet when I start that list it bombards me with so much other information that I lose my way. I lose minutes, hours, days, circling.
Anxiety butts me in the belly like an angry goat and sends shockwaves down the nerves of my arms like a jackhammer until I lose fine motor skills and fizz and tremble with weakness. It makes me drop things, injure myself and wonder at my own capabilities.
Anxiety makes me startle at every noise and it makes me terrified of the unexpected. It copes badly with potential conflict and gears itself for harm too easily.
Anxiety makes it almost impossible to cope with 2 different sources of sensory information and often others’ “ordinary” is my “Way too much!”
I was born this way. It’s all I know.
My motto is Always expect the unexpected.
Anxiety has taught me that absolutely nothing comes easily, that life is full of surprises, twists and turns; to be ready for anything, to seize every possible moment to enjoy normality and peace. Anxiety has taught me that the distractions of nature and the ocean are life’s greatest blessings, that a hug can heal, that a touch can calm, that a kind word can bring good tears; that simple is beautiful. That love is healing. Anxiety has given me no need for thrills and spills and adrenaline rushes (they keep on coming anyway) and instead has given me an instinct to be uncomplicated, non-competitive, a carer and a soother. A peace-seeker.
Anxiety makes me a super quick-thinker, an urgent problem-solver, an impatient completer.
Anxiety makes me exquisitely delighted when I find release and distraction from the worries of daily life. Small thrills are huge to me. The little stuff is truly wonderful.
Anxiety makes me spot things no one else has spotted. My on alert is highly useful, and my quickfixer mentality won’t rest until all avenues are explored. I literally and metaphorically sniff things out.
Anxiety is not me but it is a constant companion; a part of me. If I acknowledge it and let it play and make provision for it in my life instead of fighting it we live in a kind of harmony together. If I try to pretend it doesn’t exist and try to beat it and ignore it and override it then I lose the part of me that notices stuff and that finds peace from acceptance and instead it works underground to destroy my health.
I’m not beating it, I’m living with it. Acceptance is everything.
This is me.
It’s not all good. But it’s not so bad either.
I can’t hate anxiety anymore because it would be like hating myself.
How futile would that be?