An incomplete list of my anxiety things

Physical feelings of anxiety that I get:

  • Shaking, in muscles that I’m using– I can mostly stop it if I can lie completely limp and still, but when I try to move voluntarily, those muscles also shake.
  • Increased blood pressure (?) and heart rate– I can feel my heartbeat more strongly than usual, and sometimes even hear it in my ears, which I think corresponds to higher blood pressure? And my heart beats faster.
  • This sort of prickly, staticky, vaguely achy feeling that I described in the previous post. I think it relates to holding tension in my muscles in a certain way. Goes along with shaking.
  • Brief dizziness– like a mild version of the low-blood-pressure feeling of standing up suddenly, when I haven’t actually moved. Presumably some kind of heart thing.

 

Things I do when I’m anxious:

  • Hold my core muscles very tense, to the exclusion of breathing “properly” (at least, what I consider properly as a former singer). I’m still more-or-less filling my lungs, but I’m not letting my stomach expand at all.
  • Okay, I probably do breathe slightly more shallowly.
  • Put a hand over my chest– I find having pressure on my chest comforting. Fiddling with my necklace may be a mild version of this but isn’t always; pressing my palm flat against my chest probably means I’m feeling anxious.
  • Move less– for me, fidgeting usually means I’m thinking hard, not that I’m anxious. When I’m anxious I sit very still, and I may move my hands less even while I’m doing something functional like using the computer. If I’m anxious enough to be shaking, I’ll be looking for “stable” positions where I can relax my muscles completely and not shake. E.g. I’ll get into a position with one hand over the arrow keys, the other on the armrest, and not move them away. I also move my head less. When I’m standing I may physically brace my hands on things, like a table or the wall.
  • Speak less, and in a higher voice than usual. I usually have no trouble thinking in words, but I sometimes do have trouble interrupting my frozenness to actually speak. When it comes to my breathing, “frozen” tends to be expressed as “slow and shallow and very even”, and it’s hard for me to stop, to interrupt the pattern.

Things I want when I’m anxious:

  • To feel like I have a clear path to whatever I might need if what I’m anxious about happens. This includes a physically clear path, and things like having to explain myself to the people around me. So I may want to be alone.
  • Subset of the above: to take out and have “on hand” things I might need.
  • A physically stable place to sit/lie down, to minimize dizzy feelings and shaking.

 

And I am currently being reminded that when I’m coming down from anxiety and feeling very relaxed, I do the thing where I breathe really slowly and this may not be good for my non-dizziness.

God, I’d forgotten about this static-in-my-bones anxiety feeling. It’s like my hands are trembling even when they’re not actually trembling.

I’m about 85% sure at this point that it’s just anxiety, and therefore I will be fine soon, but. Not fun.

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Sparkly is sick and I need to remind myself that even if it is contagious and I get sick too, this will not be the end of the world, it will be fine. I have nothing to do the next few days anyway. It will be fine. It will be fine and I’ll get it over with, either way.

Stomach :(

I probably brought this on myself, either just because I ate too fast, or because I can’t just go instantly from eating way too little, to eating decent-sized meals again.

I was doing a lot better physically, for a long while! Not skipping meals solves most of my physical problems! (My anxiety has been fluctuating a lot.)

Well, it could be worse.

Clarification

I often have physical feelings of anxiety without having, like, racing worrying what-if thoughts. Sometimes without anything to be anxious about that I can identify, at all.

Other times I have lots of worrying thoughts with slightly less physical symptoms, more like what you’d probably think of when you hear “anxiety”.

Why am I anxious right now?

  • my intestinal upset yesterday
  • Sparkly’s intestinal upset this morning
  • the roads are fucking awful and I skidded twice and saw one minor accident today
  • tangle of thorny awfulness in the greater RP circle yesterday, see previous post
  • Sparkly is stressed about an assignment
  • someone mentioned self-harm this morning and I had some seriously inconvenient feelings about it, wow, that was weird
  • Amanda Marcotte wrote an article that treats rape victims’ feelings as an inconvenient obstacle to be stepped over on the way to Justice which = Putting Rapists in Jail, and I don’t really expect prosecutors to do anything besides that, they have to work within the system, but wow could she make it any more obvious that she doesn’t understand victims’ perspectives at all or even care to try.
  • the regular lingering blowback of that could have been me from the thing a while ago

In other words it’s not at all surprising that I would feel anxious right now, can I please stop being surprised?

Note to self:

I’m brave.
No question about it.
If I can be in a shaky anxious mood all afternoon, and be having heartburn and struggling to convince myself that nothing serious is wrong, and then Sparkly is suddenly ill too, with shades of last time when it was really bad
and I only have to take about 30 seconds of oh god before I’m okay
I am pretty damn badass.
I can have real struggles with anxiety over NOTHING
but in an actual crisis you can count on me. How badass is that?

I’m writing this down to remind myself the next time I feel weak and scared.

At my parents’ for Christmas.  Having more anxiety than usual.  Absolutely nothing is actually wrong, but I’m being a little shaky, and paranoid about contagious diseases.

Why am I feeling this way?

Probably because making a long drive with another person who cannot drive would be a bad situation to get sick in.

Plus, not long ago I had a time of not eating well, though I’ve been doing better.

And because last time I was here my mother ate something that disagreed with her, so for a while I thought that what I was paranoid about had actually happened.

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I am home safe, the drive went fine.

I am feeling fine physically except for a few things caused by anxiety.

What happened last time is not going to happen again.

Even if it does, notice how many times “the worst possible thing has happened” and it turned out to not be that bad?  Yeah, several now.  And I’ve done fine.

Things happen and they are awful and then you are fine.

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Edit:

Reading over my past anxiety-talks to myself is a really good idea.  Last time I did one of these I was worrying about undercooked chicken.  And I’ve cooked chicken lots of times since then, and NOBODY HAS GOTTEN SICK.  At all.  Nobody.  And it was yummy, every time.  Nobody even got sick when arguably C jinxed us by talking all about the time he didn’t cook chicken properly and gave himself food poisoning.

(Maybe you’ve also been having more anxiety lately because people keep talking to you about awful things.  And it keeps coming up in fiction, too.  And you got served gross food at a restaurant.  And the next day the cat threw up right in front of you when you were about to start eating.  A lot of awful things have happened to you lately, honestly.)

That stir fry was safe.  And the three stir fries after that were safe too.  And the sweet curry was safe.  And the baked chicken breasts were safe.  It was all safe and good and people think you are a good cook, wow, you are doing well.

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For a while I was doing so well.  I’d go into the kitchen to get a snack and think “Maybe I should wash my hands,” but then think “No, it’ll be fine” and not wash my hands before touching my food.  And not even worry about it.  That was nice.  I’m still not washing my hands as often, but I’m worrying more.  But I don’t think I’m doing too bad.

A scary thing happened to Sparkly a few days ago and I’ve been having an increase in anxiety.

She almost choked on a piece of candy.  It was pretty scary.

Not to mention she had her first law school exam today.  (It went pretty well, though, she says!  That’s good!)

And we just had our first big snowfall and driving is intermittently interrupted for “try to keep the car pointed forward while it skids” contests.

But she is okay, and I am okay.  And there is nothing wrong with my food.  I cooked it perfectly thoroughly and washed my hands a reasonable amount.  No one has ever gotten sick from my food, for that matter.  No, really.  What happened to Sparkly was not that.  Otherwise I would have been sick too, and you can bet if there’d been something that could be undercooked in the time right before that happened, I would have thought of it at the time and I didn’t. 

My food is safe.  I cooked the chicken until it was done all the way through and then a while longer just to be sure.  It’s fine. 

And wasn’t it yummy?  It really was.  That was a good stir fry.  Getting more bell peppers was a good idea.  And (thoroughly cooked) onions are one of your favorite things.  You are full of happy food.  You are safe.

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Okay for the next week I am meditating in the morning.