Every single person feels fear. No one is immune. Most animals understand fear. It is what keeps us alive. What happens when that fight or flight instinct “stays on” and a person constantly feels the need to fight or flee? Anxiety happens.
My mental disorder is not unique. OCD and depression are not my burden alone to bear. Being abused a child is not unique. So why is it I get wrapped around the axel about all of this lately? Because I have buried everything instead of dealing with it. The years of anger, sadness, and fear were bottled up. I’m trying to empty that bottle and fill it back up with much better stuff. In the mean time I have to constantly search for better ways to cope with each stressor. I used to use tobacco and alcohol as my coping methods, but those were worse than the depression itself. Then came the medications. Lately I have been searching for better methods.
The best part of dealing with everything is that my creativity is at an all time high. From song lyrics and poems to retail ideas for our little shop in Garner, IA.
If you are going through tough times, please don’t give up on yourself.
Once I get through all of this, I hope things clear up inside. Until then, thanks for listening. Peace to you and your.