margaritaville for the anxious

friday - i stood outside talking with a neighbor while walking winston before work.  it took no time at all before we began to talk about the flood and the long and difficult aftermath which we continue to live every day.  we talked about our desires to walk away from these houses and live in tiny one-bedroom apartments or caves or cars or anything but these houses that we hate.  i think it's impossible to ever feel better while having to live here.  i'm here.  i'm not going anywhere.  the house is worth so much less than i owe and SO much less than it was worth.  it's just my reality but it's a hard one to accept.

 

saturday - the day i have looked forward to and dreaded for several weeks.  lunch with friends.  at a restaurant!  without one of my 2 "safe people" kelly or kim.  the friends i was meeting today i have known for more than a decade and i love all 4 of them.  but it's me, out in public, vulnerable and afraid.  i couldn't sleep, i wanted to cancel, i took a long time to get ready, i forgot my cell phone!  

 

i spent the whole trip to the restaurant trying to remember my friends cell phone numbers in case i had to find a way to call (either from work close by or from the CVS which is my only pre-approved place within spittin' distance.)  my fear was that if i got there and couldn't go in i couldn't call to explain or call to have one of them come out and help me in.  my anxiety keeps me from being able to enter places alone or even enter them at all if circumstances seem dangerous. 

 

i parked and was able to sprint to the entrance as 2 of them walked in.  whew!  i made it.  i was a wreck and immediately drank a glass of water to help me breathe.  my friends understand!  by the time my other 2 friend arrived i was feeling a bit better.  by the time the food and our margaritas got to the table i calmed down.  i had a great time but the first second i sat down in the car i said aloud, "i'm glad that's over!  i had a good time but i'm SO glad it's over." 

 

it still amazes me that something so "easy" for others to do (and easy for me 4+ years ago) is SO HARD (sometimes literally impossible) for me now.  i got almost home before the panic attack set in.  it lasted a good long while.  now i feel rode hard and put up wet.  can't wait to lie down.  think i'll turn the computer off and put a funny movie on.

 

love to my friend who buried a young cousin today.  i can't imagine that pain.  i love you!

(just for clarification - my giving up restaurant food for lent was not meant to include all restaurant food.  it was my thought that i would not get eat outside food when i had the option of cooking or making meals myself but that i would allow myself to actually go out to eat with other people.  during lent i have eaten 3 meals that i didn't cook for myself:  today and one each with my "safe people" mentioned above.)

 

grace and peace

 

 

the anxiety strikes back

this morning i had my first panic attack in several weeks so i'm both overly anxious and overly tired tonight.  i'm weary of living with PTSD and severe anxiety.  the fact that it can take over my brain in a split second and bring me to my knees is something that is hard to accept.  i was diagnosed 3 1/2 years ago (6 months post-flood) though i've probably been living with PTSD since i was 9 or 10 and just didn't know it.  it's some better but it continues to hang on tooth and nail.

 

i did all i know to do to make the panic attack pass and felt some better while walking the pug.  i had no choice but to go to work (no doubt that makes me feel better anyway) but it was a struggle.  once i have an attack i live in fear of a worse one following closely on its heels.  rarely does that happen but with anxiety the constant fear of a panic attack is often much worse than the short attacks themselves.

 

because i know that God is a gracious God i know that He guided my cousin and her kids to stop by for a visit.  she is one of my favorite people alive!  she never fails to make me laugh and feel better about the world in general.  not to mention, her kids are 2 of the most adorable people in the world!  the rest of the day was nerve-wracking and long but i made it.  i am grateful that i have a bookstore cat to love on days like today.  petting an animal is PROVEN to lower your blood pressure and make you live a longer and healthier life.  thank God for orson!

 

 

grace and peace

  

 

 

anybody willing to pee on my foot?

i'm a bit worried about my anxiety tonight.  about 2 hours ago the bottom of my right heal began to hurt.  feels like it's on fire.  has gotten more intense as time passes.  here's what the last few hours have sounded like in my head:

 

"ouch!  my foot hurts.  i mean it really hurts!  it's burning.  (poke it) ouch!  why is it burning?  it's on fire.  did i step on something?  (no) did I burn it?  (no)  what's happening?  (heart racing)  (walk to the kitchen for ice) ouch...ouch...ouch...

 

"what did I do?  did i step on broken glass?  (there is no broken glass)  ouch!  (remove sock - poke it!)  ouch!  haven't left the house today...it's a snow day...couldn't have stepped on anything...haven't even worn shoes! 

 

"maybe i stepped on a jellyfish - that stings!  (there is no jellyfish)  maybe this is what a jellyfish sting feels like!  amy, you haven't left the house today and you haven't stepped on a jellyfish in the middle of your house in landlocked, hundreds of miles from any ocean, nashville, tennessee!  but...(no buts!) it's stinging!  it's on fire!  OUCH!  what's happening?

 

"calm down, crazy!  (heart pounding)  maybe there is some insulation in my slippers!  no, there hasn't been any insulation in this house since 6 months after the flood.  well, maybe...(no) and, amy, you wore the slippers yesterday!  jellyfish!!!!!!!?????..."

 

see, that's what anxiety sounds like.  i have no idea what's going on with the foot and my pulse is running at about 150 but i've stopped searching the house for broken glass and jellyfish.

 

grace and peace

how is this not crazy?

was told that i needed to write today but i feel like it will make me worse somehow.  anxiety is through the roof.  can't really pinpoint why.  i guess that's the way anxiety works.

 

worried about all kinds of things:  death, kroger, insanity, fire, strangers being in my house when i'm not here, insanity, bankruptcy, did i mention insanity?

 

trying to constantly remind myself that spring is not far off and that with it comes fresh air, brown skin, bike rides, hikes and promise. 

 

spring come quickly!

 

grace and peace

joy

posted 2 years ago on this date.  i feel the same today...

this week has been a constant reminder of the ups and downs we all encounter in these fragile, glorious lives we lead. 

monday 2/13 would have been my friend joy's 38th birthday.  she and i were inseparable through elementary school and jr. high.  we lost touch after high school but i never stopped thinking of her and never stopped loving her.  the news of her death hit me hard.  her birthday is always a hard day for me.  here's a picture of us in the summer of 1987.  we were 13.

i think this year it's been harder to think of her in light of whitney houston's death.  houston's concert was the first we attended together in 1986 or 87.  our friendship was full of music and concerts but whitney's was the first.

spring come quickly

i feel like i need to write tonight but i have nothing to say.  i'm exhausted after another week of very little sleep.  am looking forward to this weekend with no plans.

 

here it is 8:30 on friday night and i'm trying to decide if i  should just go to bed and tackle tomorrow with a little sleep, hopefully, under my belt.  wishing that i could hibernate until the cold is over and maybe then i would be prepared to face the spring. 

 

i'm still plugging away but am woefully behind on writing, guitar practice and exercise.  "behind" meaning that i am not participating in those things AT ALL right now.  oh spring, please come soon.

 

grace and peace

wasn't yesterday monday?

my day went like this:

 

left the house early because i had to get gas in the freezing temps and the 30 mph wind.  got to the gas station and attempted to pay at the pump 3 different times on 2 different pumps before i had to go inside (not easy for me AT ALL) to pay.  left with the station owing me .24 cents because i could NOT go back inside to get my change.  then off to the dunkin' donuts next door for hot coffee.  i ordered at the drive-thru only to be told when i got to the window that my order had NOT been taken.  i said, "so WHO did i just talk to?!"  finally got my coffee and off to the bank.

 

got inside with the $20 bill for my needed coins (a roll each of quarters, dimes and nickels and 3 ones.)  i told the cashier what i needed, and proceeded to have to argue with her over whether or not i needed pennies!  "i have plenty of pennies, thank you very much!  i can count!  can i have my change, please!?"

 

all this before i got to work.  work went well, as it always does, though the store is cold!  then off to the CVS for my allergy prescription and Q-tips.  not only did my prescription assistance program expire in december, making my allergy medicine $94 compared to $20, but they were out of Q-tips and i had to buy the generic brand witch i HATE.

 

okay, i got home and had a wonderful bowl of leftover chili, which i warmed while on the phone with my terrific aunt, who made said chili, and i also have a warm house and this outlet to vent my frustration.  

 

this blog is a lifesaver!

 

grace and peace.