My head's been fucking with me for a week, and I am so done. SO done.
Spent most of today feeling like I was just having one long anxiety attack. Bloody hell. Thankfully, I can work while feeling that way, but it really was not a good time.
You know, when things get more normal - like, next year or something - I might see about a therapy session or two. Talk to somebody, hopefully get some new strategies for dealing with this that I haven't tried yet. I actually deal with it pretty well most of the time, but sometimes... y'know.
Probably not medication though. I've tried a few different ones, but had a really bad time with it. I've found that I get better results by just... training and re-training by brain, and kind of - almost seeing it (my brain, mental illness, whatever) as separate from me. It's pretty effective for me, because I'm used to thinking of my body as not a part of my Self, so seeing the brain as just another defective part of my defective body that I have to compensate for actually really helps put things in perspective for me.
In the meantime, I'll just keep on keeping on as best I can. Some of the strategies I've been trying over the last year have really helped - exercise + sunlight, tackling problems as they appear, etc. But I really wish the pandemic hadn't interfered with my plans to try meeting some people. It would've been nice to make some friends.
Spent most of today feeling like I was just having one long anxiety attack. Bloody hell. Thankfully, I can work while feeling that way, but it really was not a good time.
You know, when things get more normal - like, next year or something - I might see about a therapy session or two. Talk to somebody, hopefully get some new strategies for dealing with this that I haven't tried yet. I actually deal with it pretty well most of the time, but sometimes... y'know.
Probably not medication though. I've tried a few different ones, but had a really bad time with it. I've found that I get better results by just... training and re-training by brain, and kind of - almost seeing it (my brain, mental illness, whatever) as separate from me. It's pretty effective for me, because I'm used to thinking of my body as not a part of my Self, so seeing the brain as just another defective part of my defective body that I have to compensate for actually really helps put things in perspective for me.
In the meantime, I'll just keep on keeping on as best I can. Some of the strategies I've been trying over the last year have really helped - exercise + sunlight, tackling problems as they appear, etc. But I really wish the pandemic hadn't interfered with my plans to try meeting some people. It would've been nice to make some friends.
Yuu. Fic writer & book lover. M/Canada.