And I like to get up at 6:00 am with the dogs, go for a walk with them, get them and myself exercise that helps keep the anxiety demons at bay for them and myself. My first thought on the matter is. I started shooting my longbow in preparation of archery deer season next month. I haven't shot a bow in 15 years. Muscles I haven't had a use for are now awaken from a dark cave and dorment area. That new pain and sensation I'd rather not have, and wasn't used to made me uncomfortable the first of the 3 sleepless nights.
So, I believe that's what set it in motion, is some real pain in a new muscle area that hadn't been around since I was in my 20's lol. Nonetheless, it triggered a few worries that shouldn't of mattered, but whatever, they did. And now i've grown a new pathway in my brain that going to bed means i'm going to be uncomfortable and have a panic attack.. Poof,, there it is, 3 nights running now, it's 1:30 am as I type this to get it off my chest and out of my brain. And the dogs will miss their morning mile or so walk cuz I'll be tossing and turning until 4:00 am with this crap.
So, I turn to one of my now growing mound of hobbies, online games, painting, guitar, fixing things, ie: trailers and camping trailers etc. training the dogs, I really could go on, but those are the main ones, and I swap them out as necessary to keep my brain away from thoughts of panic and anxiety. Lately i've been well enough I don't even take my medication with me when i'm out and about on my own. Wise or not, i'm testing myself I guess. I keep pushing my limits to see if , to see if there is one? And if there is, I find away through it and on to the next. Worst thing I can do is let my panic i'm having as I type this with going to bed leak into ANY other part of my life.
I'll work through this like i've done everything else so far in my life, just relearning to walk again in another phase of my journey.
Anyone else with the issues? Don't dwell on em, just try to meet them head on, if you hit a brickwall, don't bang your head on it, use your head in another way, if it's bad enough, Get some help, it's not a crime, or embarrassment to admit you need, or rather want help. Want is a much better word. I use the "need" word as a joke at this point. Most people that know me well know my sense of humor is off the wall, slapstick and tom foolery. And often hear,, "you need help" or "you just ain't right" well no kidding, I know that, and the State of Wisconsin agrees with me, duh.. i'm on disibility for anxiety disorder.
It's not funny, but , ah hell yeah it is. I know mentally i'm fine, as in i'm not a danger to anyone or myself, I can be trusted with the elderly, sharp objects and kids... Ok maybe not sharp objects, especially crow bars, crow bars and I have a love hate relationship , but i'll tell that story another time, kind of a painful one. But yeah, i'm getting help from the state, I NEEDED it. Now I just want help to continue my battle. I want to enjoy life as much as I can as normal as I can. 10 years without being able to wake up in the morning and smile for any reason was hard. Hard on me, hard on my loving dog Simba and Jeanne of course. I think Simba took it the hardest. He couldn't understand what was wrong with me, can't explain it to him, he just knew the walks we went on were hardly ever going to happen again.
The games we played changed, i'd suddenly be unable to do much more than cry at times, to the point I was too scared to go outside at all, even to take him out to go potty, Jeanne would have to, and all I had to do was open the patio door, walk 11 feet to his tie out, hook him up and go back in. Couldn't do it. too far, too scared, couple times I made it that far, I RAN fast as I could back to the house, crawled even one time it hit me so hard. The world was a large scary place that I was not welcome in any longer.
Simba became my sensor. amazing dog. I'd be sitting in a chair, and he'd come over and flop his big head in my lap and look up at me, he could tell, I didn't even know, but there was a panic attack coming on, from who knows what, and sure enough within minutes, BAM, and off my brain would go. I'd hold him as tight as he'd let me, he was there for me every step of the way, wanting to understand and to help.
Ok now I have tears, I miss him dearly and have to move on, his death wears on me still because of the years I couldn't be more for him than I was for many years. That's why I have 2 dogs now that I spoil and spoil, and give them everything they need and more, and they give it right back ten fold.
Alright enough of the pity party. Those are my boys Thor and Loki. My buddies. both laying upside down in the bed with me right now as I write this, sound asleep, ready to wake kme up in, ahh crap 4 hours now, oh joy!
So, tomorrow, morning walk, check, finish our first pop up camper and get it ready to try it out for first time, check. finish gutting out our travel trailer so we can start putting it back together check!! Not have a panic attack when I go to bed tomorrow night CHE..... well we'll see, oh screw it, CHECK, no more panic that's it.. And now Thor is dreaming puppy dreams and kicking me in the side hehe.
I think we need to get away for a couple days, i've been stressing about how much it's gonna cost to redo the 2nd camper, need tires on the truck, possibly on the trailer. The money tree died on us this past spring, haven't found any new seeds for new plantings.
Ok, so let's throw this one out at you, see what you think, and we'll get typing on the next one tomorrow.
cya :)
Lance
