I was going to be dog sitting for about three days. I was having higher than normal anxiety. It was concerning me because it was proving difficult to settle myself down.
I spent time trying to relax. I told myself positive thoughts. I knew I was going to a safe place because I'd been there before but still. I felt high anxiety.
I spent a few moments pulling apart the feelings I was having instead of trying to cope with them as a bundle. I found familiar feelings and then I found some surprising feelings.
I felt trapped - like I wouldn't be able to leave her house.
I felt lonely - like I wouldn't be able to see my kitties.
I felt scared - like I wouldn't be able to visit the safety of my home.
I felt vulnerable - like I wouldn't have the right food.
Once I was able to identify these feelings, I made a plan to take away these fears.
She gave me a house key and a garage door remote so there was no expectation of me staying there 24/7.
I told her I'd need to go home to check on my kitties and clean their kitty boxes. This was met with great support.
I was able to not only go to my own home but also my sister's home to let out her dog.
I picked up some food from my house that would be simple and good tasting.
When I can push myself past the high level of anxiety and get to a place of basic thinking and functioning, I can make good choices that honor my commitment and benefit my self-care.
How about that????
"In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith, of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire, may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed." (1 Pet 1:6-7 NIV)
About This Blog
My blog shares my recovery journey from childhood abuse to living with mental illness. I've been involved in twelve step groups and therapy since 1982. I accepted Jesus as my Savior in 1988. To the best of my ability, I have followed where He wants me to go and what He wants me to do. Maybe you'll find the hope and strength you need through what I write. Maybe you want to stop hurting yourself. Maybe you have a friend who needs help and can benefit from my story. I was newly disabled when I asked God this question: "What do you want me to do with my life?" I closed my eyes and paused for a few moments to still my mind. This is what I sensed from Him: "Amy, I want you to write your story to bring hope and healing to those who are still suffering." And that's exactly what I am doing!