I was having a panic attack (I have an anxiety disorder. This is not a euphemism or a metaphor). So I did all the dishes in the kitchen, seasoned and seared some fish, steamed broccoli, made egg noodles, assembled my sons dinner, and ate.
It’s quieter now in my head.
It’s quieter now in my head.
I felt like lying down and sleeping for a few hours but know that’s a wrong answer at 4:30.
It’s good when the terror can be channeled into productive action. And this is why I go to therapy and take medication and built skills to address my mental health needs. Also I’m lucky that — today anyway — cleaning and cooking worked to find the quiet.
I hope that you find a moment to breathe or lose yourself or quiet or whatever it is that works for you. And if you don’t know what works for you, I hope you find it. Mine keeps changing.
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