With me, there is no easy fix for my anxiety. I've been navigating it since I was about nine years old. I recently looked back through old journals and realized: The things that I was doing in my early 20's are the things that I still do today in my mid thirties. They've become more intrinsic as parts of my life - but my anxiety hasn't been eradicated, I am just learning to accept it and work with it.
The things I do to maintain calm aren't trendy or luxurious, and I am not spoiling myself, they are survival mechanisms that help me keep my intense panic at bay – and they work, at least most of the time.
I drink water. More water. Dehydration triggers physical symptoms and, in general, anything physical makes me freak out.
I eat regularly. I am crazy blood sugar sensitive. And if I wait too long to eat I am anxious before, during and after I eat, all the way until my blood sugar stabilizes. That sucks.
I exercise. Or move a bit at least. Even a few jumping jacks. I know that chemicals and hormones pool and sit in my body. I need to flush them around and out or I get funky.
I take vitamin B12 and D3. Because I am deficient in them, I try to take these two supplements. I need every leg up I can get.
I go to the therapist. More then half of the time I don't want to go. But I keep at it. Because I made a promise to myself to keep working on myself.
I sleep. Honestly, I try. I love sleep so much, but I also love working and have little kids. And I have guilt for sleeping and fear of missing out. But I also know that sleep deprivation is one hell of a trigger for anxiety.
I say fuck it. Loudly. One of my greatest difficulties is seeing my own worth as a human being not a human doing. I hold the deep belief that my worth is measured in accomplishments. I am trying to move away from this
every damn day.
I create community. This means seeing people even when I don't want to. Opening up and sharing and asking questions and most of all being vulnerable.
I eat chocolate. Because it makes me happy and I can literally feel my shoulders soften.
I schedule. Because there is something to be said for humans and predictability. We like it. Even if we say we don't.
I write. Even when I judge it, even when I don't want to. It's just a part of the flow of living. A way to process all of the things that fit into a life.
I still have panic attacks and they can sometimes shake me deeply. But mostly, these tricks make life a bit easier. And Calm Drops
in the moment – developed for myself, and now shared with the world. Like my story.