I've previously written about how I gave myself depression in 2014, in this post, I'll be talking about the things I did which put me back in control of my mental health. This post is not a trite, condencending dismal of anxiety or depression, rather it is an awkwardly honest look at the role we play in our own unhappiness.
1. More time alone, more time with people.
2. I made an effort.
3. I treated myself like a friend.
The fist habit that heals; more time alone, more time with people.
I found it alarmingly easy to distract myself from my own head and the monsters that lived there. On a journey I'd turn on the radio, on a walk I'd take & edit photos of my dogs, I'd make housework easier by putting on a podcast, if I was out with a companion and they paused for breath I'd fill the spare seconds in between with text messages, quick glances at news websites, swipes through my Facebook feed. I never realised how frantic this level of activy was until one day I physically, or more aptly, psychologically, couldn't read a book - previously one of the most enormous joys in my life. In the sudden quiet I became aware of the frightening roar of doubt inside my head, the fear that literally gave me goosebumps and the loneliness that started in my fingernails and crept towards my heart. Holy cow! How had I not noticed this?? I'd been deafening myself with a chaotic cacophony of audible distractions.
To fixed this I did two things. First - I switched off my distractions (phones, tablets, laptops, TVs, radios) and listened carefully. I practiced being 'present' (sorry I tried to find a non-cheesy word) in every activity, concentrating just on it until it was done. At first this was hard! As soon as it could my brain would take itself into the Deep Dark Woods and tell me ghosts stories; with myself as the doomed, ugly step-sister, sure to be skewered by a cast of attractive, employed, successful villagers. When that happened I didn't drown it out, I heard it, recognised it as ridiculous, took a few deep breaths then went about my business. Utterly terrifying! At times I remember physically wanting to run away from the situation, but I'd tried that and it hadn't worked! This new approach was useful, because I'd always 'heard' the ghost stories, it was just that until now I hadn't known what I'd been hearing there was so much background noise. I wrote out the recurring stories and almost laughed at myself, then wrote out the true stories of these events (one a piece of paper with a pen, gadgets be gone).
Moral: it's important to switch off and listen to yourself.
The second thing I did was simple, I arranged dates with people I cared about. Tea dates, shopping dates, park dates, sofa dates, wine dates, lots of wine dates. Virtual relationships are not real relationships, you do need to be able see/smell/touch another human to call it a relationship regardless of what Mark Zuckerberg may tell you. Blah, blah tell me I'm wrong, that skype has changed the world, WhatApp has defeated geogrpahy's dominion over humans, Tinder has revolutionised how we bond. I don't believe you. Turn off your phone and have a conversation, how long is it since you've done that?
Moral: it's important to switch off and listen to other people.
This was supposed to be a MUCH shorter post, but then I decided to be honester (more honest?) more honest. I wanted to detail all the habits together but there ya go, the best laid plans! More about the other habits later.