My anxiety disorder makes it hard for me to take care of myself. I recently started stocking these “Orgain” nutritional shakes for times when I suddenly realize it’s been 12 house since I ate something. At least I can get nutrition through a straw. Why am I so anxious? Because my therapist is on vacation. It’ll be fine. She’s coming back. I’ll see her on Monday. In the meantime, the stuff I usually tell her is just swirling around my head. I honestly can’t explain what talk therapy does or why it helps me so much. I can explain how it helps with specific problems, but it hadn’t occurred to me until this third week of her vacation to wonder why talking to my therapist is so necessary. My mom asked me why I still go twice a week. It never occurred to me to stop, but since she asked–it’s because my psychiatrist for most of my in-treatment years told me that twice-weekly therapy would probably help me more than meds. (I didn’t ask him why that was.) All I know after weeks without therapy is that I go because I feel better. Why? Maybe I’ll ask Linda (therapist) when she comes back.
In the meantime, I’m distracting myself, and trying to cut myself a break in my head. Ease up on the guilt in the ol’ inner monologue. Like so:
Yay, sandal season! It’s hot here. Looking cute is the only way I can make myself feel better about it. I HATE the heat. Hate hate hate it. And we have no AC. But I have pretty hands and feet!
What do you do for self-care? This is the beginning of a series in which I attempt to write short posts around pictures like that one. Give me ideas!