Do something

For myself, I’m finding snipping the negative thoughts as soon as possible is usually successful in turning them around. If I find myself thinking “I’m useless” and I go do something I am really good at, I feel the achievement and that overrides the negative.

It’s not always possible though. Circumstances or just being too deep in anxiety mean I simply can’t seem to get up and do anything.

Two weeks ago … or was it only last week? I can’t remember. But whenever it was, I was physically unable to get out of this chair and attack the weeds in the garden. This week I’m perfectly able, willing and ready to get out there. I’m just waiting for it to get light now. That’s another issue, I don’t like being in my garden during normal daylight hours. I have some very nasty neighbours who have destroyed my confidence in so many ways and they’re my Achilles heel right now. But that’s a thought for another day. Today I’ll celebrate doing what I can.

4:22 am , 23rd May 2018

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Car accident

About an hour ago I had my first ever bump in the car. I reversed into a council vehicle that was stationary. Some workers parked up trimming the bushes at a nature reserve. The only damage was a cracked rear mudguard on their trailer and a little crack on the back of my car near the wheel and a bit of paint took off. I gave him my details and it’ll go through my insurance.

I have no idea how any of this works, I have nobody to ask and no experience. Do I just wait to see what happens now?

The worst part is in my own mind from this moment on. I already know this will stop me sleeping for days. Endlessly thinking in circles about it. Why did it happen? Why am I so useless and stupid? Why can’t I turn back those few seconds and just not reverse quite so much? Then those thoughts turn to every single incident where I’ve messed up. And soon it becomes clear that I’m an absolute failure at everything.

Which I’m not, but that’s the brain that takes over when a small incident like this triggers it. I’m hoping that this blog will be the outlet. Post those negative thoughts here and now, while it’s still fresh.

I’m useless.  — No I’m not. I’ve been driving for two and a half years now and this is the first incident and it’s so minor it’s laughable.

Why didn’t I reverse more carefully? — I didn’t, but I can learn and practice doing so a bit more. This was my gentle lesson and nobody got injured in the process.

Why did I say to go through my insurance when it’ll cost more to do so?  — This is actually a good way to learn how it works when truthfully it’ll cost very little and I can afford it anyway, I just secured a pay rise.

What about all the other times I’ve messed up in my life? — What about it? Everyone does and these tiny things that bother me when I can’t sleep are mostly meaningless.

It’s ok. I can ignore this situation until the insurance contacts me, right?

Seems my default is extreme insecurity.  Now I feel useless that I’m insecure. So so easy to spiral downwards.

 

I’ve just read something on insecurity here that made me think and stop for a moment.

Can you learn to like yourself even when you are not doing well?

I like this. It makes me feel like mistakes, failures and other messes are acceptable.  That may just take the pressure off myself.

I’ll see how today goes and if I can sleep at all.

11:31 21st May 2018

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Keep busy

While I’m on my working shift pattern, my schedule is gruelling. 14 hours at work, then commuting, then necessary things like bathing and eating, leave me with a scant 5 hours a day to sleep.  No time for niceties like chatting to friends, browsing the internet, watching tv etc.

I’m fine while I’m in the maelstrom which can last between 4 and 8 days, dashing from work to home to work again. Keeping busy silences my mind. It’s only when that stops and I have a day off that the creeping dread has an opportunity to kick in again.

I know getting too little sleep for so long has a bad effect. I just don’t have a way to rectify this at the moment.

8:15 pm 18th May 2018

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Say Something

Should I write if I don’t know what to say?

I have a lot of thoughts, fragments of things that when combined, make up a full on anxiety attack. My aim is to gently pick at those fragments, write about them here and hopefully disperse them in the process.

But today no particular fragment stands out. Just the general sense of dread and doom when I think of the ball of fragments. Like a curled up armadillo.

Today I feel its best to leave the armadillo alone and ignore it. Ignoring my issues is my absolute favourite thing to do, when my brain lets me.

6:39am 16th May 2018

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Sleep

I honestly believe getting enough sleep greatly alleviates my anxiety. However, it’s never as simple as “ok let’s get a solid 8 hour sleep no then I’ll feel fine” because who can actually get 8 hours sleep anyway?

Sleep is one of my life’s issues. I’ve worked overnights for the last 20 years, so already my natural body clock is messed up. I choose to work nights so I don’t mind it so much, the nights off are dark and peaceful, just how I like it. But sleeping in the daytime, 11am to 7pm is my window for sleep, is difficult. It’s hot and noisy. I take sleeping tablets, use earplugs, an eye mask, white noise clock and 2 fans when it gets bad. But the length and quality of sleep doesn’t compare to night time sleeping. Add into this days when my anxiety is through the roof and my brain keeps me awake and it’s easy to spiral downwards pretty quickly.

Recently I’ve been getting between 3 and 5 hours sleep a day for about the last 2-3 weeks.  I suppose it’s no wonder my mental health isn’t doing so good.

5:38am 14th May 2018

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