I feel awful today.
I think I understand why I feel like this. It’s because I haven’t eaten enough, slept well, walked outside, looked at a tree, slowed down enough to notice that I’m breathing.
I did a couple of things right – meds and therapy – but those two pillars aren’t strong enough on their own to hold up the roof.
When I notice that the anxiety is beginning to spiral, I’ve been trying to respond in the same way I would respond to a child who is crying.
I don’t have to understand exactly why the child is crying, but it is my job to pay attention, be curious, and sit with that discomfort when it feels like the world has shrunk down to the size of one unsettled soul.
Have you eaten enough today? Do you need to sleep? Is somebody being unkind to you? Is that person me?
One day at a time.