Anxiety Coach
Journalling is one of those things that really helps me dial down my anxiety and helps me to process my emotions.
It’s also one of those activities that can bring up the most resistance. Like, I’ll go and make a cuppa, watch t.v, and scroll through Facebook before I’ll attempt it.
Yet it’s the one thing that really helps me to sssshhh my mind and helps give me crystal clear clarity (boo yeah on my English teacher alliteration skills there hey?)
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.