The last month has been a difficult one for many, including myself. Each morning since November 8th has been hard. Our new surreality presents us daily with some doors closed on the future, and newer, stranger, sometimes apocalyptic ones opened. Meanwhile, my own labyrinthine relationship with my mind-body imbalance has continued: some days are better than others.
I have relied on a five pointed star of futuring self care:
This may seem super basic to people who have not struggled with anxiety. However breathing is not to be underestimated. It is the one thing that we control, but are constantly in danger of forgetting completely. I frequently forget to breathe. I’ve been appreciating my Spire recently. It’s a nifty little device, although like many non-fitness wearables its still finding it’s stride. The Spire measures depth and frequency of breathing. When I forget to breath, it has a distinctive vibration that reminds me to do this most basic of self-care activities. It also has integrated Thich Nhat Hanh-led meditations from his Plum Village retreat recordings. I’ve been starting every morning with this as a grounding and centering facilitation. When the world is chaos, it helps to hold on to any encouragement to not let the chaos in to one’s center.
Again, those who do not suffer from depression may be experiencing a new sensation: actual difficulty getting out of bed in the morning. Those of us who have greet this feeling cautiously, as an old but not well-loved friend. Any movement can break the spell. People ask me why I pace: this is why. I’m wiggling my big toes.
I’m not sure how I’m feeling. This section will be updated soon!
I ran across this excellent post, How To Help The Cause When You Need Help Yourself. The takeaway, for those who would prefer not to wade through a meditation on self-care in perisuicidal states, is this chart:
Act. In whatever way you can today, with full an compassionate recognition that some days are better than others.
That’s how I’m dealing. How are you?