One week into taking my anxiety medication and I’m feeling great. Now that my energy levels have perked up I can now concentrate on incorporating other beautiful rituals into my day to continue to nourish my body, mind and spirit.
Sometimes it takes getting away, even for a day to be intentional about mindfulness.
Mindfulness, it’s a buzz word lately isn’t it? To the anxious this means to focus on something else outside of the anxiety.
As I sat on my verandah, staring out in the distance in a haze, I realised that I had done all that I could.
For over a year now I’ve been trying to get my energy back. I’d put it down to having a baby, hormones and sleep deprivation.
I tried natural remedies, counselling, exercise and eating well.
And although they worked I still felt exhausted. Like, I didn’t have any energy to muster daily tasks on some days.
At church this weekend one of the Pastors gave a case study about rats and addictions. During one study the rats were placed in solitary confinement and given the options of two bowls to drink from. One with clean water, the other laced with heroin. Which one do you think the rats gravitated to? 100% of the rats went for the water laced with drugs and they died. The conclusion was that drugs can be seductively addictive purely by its mere exposure.
It’s time for me to answer the whole where does faith come into play when it comes to anxiety. I’m going to be using the word God throughout and my own experiences as a Christian but feel free to use the term that feels most comfortable for you.
This has come about because I’ve been reading and hearing a few things lately that anxiety is something that can simply be just prayed away. That somehow if you laid all of your burdens at Jesus’ feet everything would just magically disappear and let’s face it, that’s just one up from throwing a coin backwards into the Trevi Fountain and making a wish.
You’re here because you’re anxious. I get it. Your mind just won’t switch off. It’s like episode after episode of Big Bang Theory, it just keeps going (if you live in Australia you’ll know they have been playing repeat after repeat). Or the Energizer Bunny. It just keeps going and going…
Well I’m going through my 3rd cold in most recent weeks and I’ve also lost my voice. It is frustrating to say the least. I don’t want to harp on about it week after week on the blog but at the same time I feel like I’m supposed to learn this one vital lesson:
Warmth floods through your body from head to toe. Your heart is beating in your chest and you can hear it thumping in your ears like drums at a heavy metal concert. Your friends are talking to you but you can’t hear them because you’re trying to focus your eyes on them but the whole room is swimming (except you feel like you’re floundering in the deep waters).
You excuse yourself for the bathroom. The questions start flying in from their various destinations (and never from tropical locations like Tahiti). Did I drink that champagne on an empty stomach? Am I still sick from that cold I picked up from the kids?
Then the doubts start coming in as well and crowding your seat on the plane that those questions came flying in on. You know ‘I didn’t think I had anything to be anxious about this week…’ , ‘I thought I was doing well’ or ‘Am I even going to be able to make it through the dinner.’
On Thursday I got to listen to a webinar with Amy Taylor-Kabbaz from Happy Mama and Dr Nat Kringoudis on the topic of “Nourishing Yourself through Winter.” I’d love to share with you today my notes that I took away from the webinar plus give you some tips that I love for keeping healthy through winter (even if you have anxiety).
Hello lovely ladies. I’m back from my 1 week off from blogging. It’s funny actually because I ended up getting sick. If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram you’ll have seen me post pictures of Flynn (my 1 year old) and I at Salt Cave therapy and bottles of naturopathic herbs. It’s been a full on month of sickness.
And I’m not sure about you but having anxiety and sickness at the same time can make it all the more overwhelming.
I’ve been so incredibly frustrated.
Ok, so I have a confession to make.
I’m addicted to work.
Yep. I said it.
And yeah, I harp on about making space in our diaries so that we can fill up our self love cup.
The thing is I’m actually pretty good at doing both. I do find time each day to do something nourishing for myself but I also find myself constantly researching stuff for the blog, reading newsletters, scrolling through social media and checking my emails.
It’s a constant, annoying and frustrating part of my life and I am trying to make steps to get out of that habit.
Are you like me and addicted to work?
I hear you saying ‘have you gone crazy Di?’
Yeah, yeah. That’s a common phrase (and misconception I must say) when people hear I have struggles with anxiety.
What of all this talk of celebration?
I’m sure you all know how anxiety manifests itself for you.