How untreated mental illness ruins relationships

Trigger warning: Mental illness, verbal abuse.

Hello, my pretties! How are you all doing? Well, I hope!

I know I haven’t been around much, but I’m trying not to completely abandon the blog, I promise. I won’t be posting as often as I once did, I guess, but I’ll still drop by here whenever I feel like I have something to say.

Today I come to talk a bit more about mental health, which is a theme that’s near and dear to my heart, mostly because I suffer with poor mental health myself.

I was thinking about someone who is not in my life anymore, Mike (name changed for privacy).

Mike was my boyfriend for a few years. He was a friend of a friend (like 99% of my significant others), and, when we met, he seemed nice enough. I fell for him really quickly, as you do. I’m a bit better about it, but I used to be very quick to fall for anyone who could strike my fancy. At first, he wanted to be just friends. It hurt, but I accepted it, and we carried on as friends until, at some point, he decided he wanted more than that. We started dating, and, at some point down the line, he was spending a lot of time in my apartment, more than at home. I didn’t mind, at first.

Now, Mike suffered from depression and anxiety, and I knew that before he started mostly living with me. What I did not know was that I was signing up for a living hell. At first, life was okay. But then he started acting very paranoid and weird. Losing his ever-loving mind every time I went out without him, which happened at least once a week, as I liked going to the store after work, and that happened before he came home from work. Sometimes, I’d meet a relative at the mall attached to the store and let him know we’d stop for a cup of coffee. At first, he was fine with it, but as time went by, he started demanding pictures to prove I was with the person I said I was with.

And then, when I got home, all hell broke loose. Coming home 10 minutes later because I had gotten stuck in traffic turned into me cheating on him and my relative covering up for me. Me not wanting him to read my emails also turned into me talking to other men. Me forgetting to get something he wanted but hadn’t put on the list from the store turned into me doing it to spite him. And it all turned into screaming matches, tears and rants about how I was just as bad as his ex, blah blah blah. It was nerve-wracking, but I swallowed my tears and words. Until I learned that he was stopping his meds cold turkey every now and then for some reason (a part of me thinks he did it to punish me, for… something, but I don’t think I’ll ever know).

I have to admit I was pissed. Knowing he was making this decision to make my life a living hell really got to me. I have no idea how I refrained myself enough to simply pack his stuff when he was at work, put everything at the entrance hall and change my locks. Because I have to admit what I wanted to do was much less calm than that.

After he calmed down, he tried to contact me several times, going on about how he missed me. How he knew he was being abusive, but he was in therapy and much better now. When that gave him nothing, he started using mutual friends to relay messages, and they started becoming aggressive again. Sadly, I had to cut contact with some friends as well, because I couldn’t trust them not to keep telling me about his life and vice-versa.

Moral of this story? I’m not saying you have to take meds, that’s between you and your care provider. But whatever treatment you’re involved in, please, for your sake and for the sake of those you love, don’t just interrupt it, especially to ‘show them’, or what have you.

Well, that is it for today. I really hope this post hasn’t upset, offended or triggered anyone. Please take good care of yourselves! See you all on the next post!

Mental Health – Why I’m not on meds

Hello, my pretties! How are you all? Doing well, I hope! I’m doing well enough, and trying to get a little more active when it comes to posting on my blogs. We’ll see how long that will last.

Before I go any further, please be aware that this post is going to talk specifically about my mental health, and, as I type the posts when I publish, I can’t tell exactly which themes I will touch, but there may be some sensitive ones there. Reader discretion is advised.

With the warning out of the way, let us move on, shall we?

I can’t really look back and pinpoint when I started noticing my mental health wasn’t what it was supposed to be. Having been raised by a mother who could be described as neglectful at times and abusive at others, let’s say my normal was never… what is usually accepted as normal.

The earliest I can remember about my childhood not being normal is that around the age of six I was sure I was my father’s daughter, but not my mother’s. In my young mind, I believed that I was his love child with someone else and that’s why my mother didn’t like me. That’s something my mother finds very amusing, by the way, make of that what you will. It was also the age when I remember being treated differently from all of my grandmother’s other grandchildren, because she didn’t like my mother. So I basically didn’t have many people to turn to.

As years went by, I became more and more into myself. I spent a lot of time with a “friend” who was very overbearing, and who acted as though me having other friends was an act of betrayal. Add to that living in a household where my mother was a religious fanatic prone to raiding my bedroom for ‘satanic’ literature, and I felt more and more stifled.

At some point during high school, I started talking to myself – a lot. I was so stressed and isolated I felt like nobody but me would listen to me. My school counselor noticed it when she saw me walking home once and asked my mother to take me to therapy. She did, though it didn’t help that much. On one end, there was the therapy telling me I was perfectly normal and mentally healthy (really, lady?). And then when I came home from my sessions, my brother was there saying things like ‘look, the crazy girl is home’.

I was around 16 back then, and branching out into more friendships. I was still stressed and unsure of myself, though, as I wasn’t used to having friends. The ones I had were nice, but I had spent so many years isolated by a bad friend I didn’t really know what to do. This was the state of affairs for the rest of my school career, and it was when I started taking some pills in a clumsy attempt at ‘sleeping and not waking up’. It never worked, and if someone at home noticed, they didn’t say anything. Neither did I.

Fast forward to university – which I didn’t want to go to right away, but went to because my parents pushed for it – and things were getting worse. During exam weeks, I was literally not sleeping for full weeks straight. I’d pass out in exhaustion for a couple hours, then wake up and be unable to sleep at night. I was this close to breaking, and death was constantly in my mind. I just wanted the agony to stop.

After trying to bottle it up, I finally broke down and begged my mother for help. She mercifully listened and took me to a psychiatrist – even though she was mortified I needed one.

The psychiatrist talked to me (with my mother sitting right there) and decided my problem was anxiety and I needed medication for that. I was on board with it, of course, anything that could ease my agony would be welcome. So he prescribed the medication and I started taking it.

It. Was. Horrible. Whatever effect the medication was supposed to have, it backfired. I was exhausted and sleepy all day and still awake at night. I gave it time, maybe it needed more time for my body to get used to it. Nope, months in and I was still dying during the days, when I had to work, and stark awake at nights, when I could rest.

I asked the doctor to review my medication. He increased my dosage… during the day. I still tried again, maybe it would work? Nope, it didn’t. I was still a zombie all day and awake all night.

And this is when I decided to drop this doctor and the medication.

Do I advise anyone to do it? Nope.

Do I regret it? No, I don’t. It was the right decision for me at the time.

Well, I guess I’ve said enough already! If you have anything you want to share, the comments are open!

See you on the next post!

Self care in times of coronavirus

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Hello, my pretties! How are you all? I hope you’re doing well and staying safe!

I have been doing my best to stay safe and sane while dealing with the changes and uncertainty these times bring.

A conversation I had last night with my amazing friend Laura got me thinking about how we all are – or are not – taking care of our mental health during these trying times.

I know it sounds selfish to practice self care when people are dying, losing their jobs and living in fear every day. It’s not. You need to stay sane so you can help others – or at least keep yourself from doing anything that could be harmful to those around you.

With that in mind, these are the measures I have been applying that have been useful in keeping me balanced, in no particular order:

  • Opening the windows early (at around 5 or 6 am) to catch that morning breeze;
  • I have uninstalled Discord from my phone and muted most of the servers I’m a member of, muted Facebook chat and all of my Whatsapp and Telegram chats that are not my parents or work-related – this allows me to control how much social contact – and exposure to never ending talks about the virus – I expose myself to daily;
  • I have stopped watching the news and started receiving them on my email. This way, if I’m overwhelmed, I can read the titles and stay informed without having to hear of every stress-inducing detail – and read further when I feel stable enough to know more;
  • One hour before bed, it’s digital silence time. I close up all of my chats, mute every chatting client, and close every ‘serious’ site on my laptop and phone. The only things allowed then are ASMR videos, relaxing games and the occasional (not too serious) blog;
  • I have committed to not making any big decisions (moves, purchases, changing jobs, cutting contact with people) unless they are pressing and urgent until things go back to normal;
  • Naps. This situation is incredibly exhausting, and sometimes you really need a quick nap to face the rest of the day;
  • Showers. When I feel really overwhelmed, I take a break and hop in the shower for a few minutes, just letting the water fall over me and wash away the worst of the anxious feeling;
  • Creativity. I have been engaging in creative writing with others and/or solo when I can find the energy, and it really brings me joy, even if I do just a tiny bit at a time;
  • Kindness – towards myself and others. We’re all having a hard time and, while we’re all doing our best, we may not be our best selves right now.

These measures have been helping me stay balanced and sane while we all try to survive and come out of this as unscathed as possible.

What are the measures you are taking? Does any of these sound like something that could help you? I sure hope so!

Take care, stay kind and have faith – we’ll all come out of this, we just need to be patient!

See you all on the next post!

Passive suicidal ideation – what is it?

Warning: This post deals with themes regarding mental health and suicide and may be triggering for some. Reader discretion is advised. Please be aware that I am not a doctor (I don’t even play one on TV), and nothing I say here is medical advice.

Hello, my pretties! How are you all doing? Well, I hope! I am doing just fine, despite the dark theme I’m approaching on this post. Actually, it’s exactly because I am doing fine I feel strong enough to talk about this, so no worries from anyone, okay?

What is passive suicidal ideation? I’m not sure a lot of people have heard of this more discreet and insidious way of wanting to kill oneself. I hadn’t heard of it up until very recently, but it did click with me.

Those who know me or have been around this blog long enough know that I have struggled with my mental health for quite some time. Those same people also know I’m a huge advocate for openness and honesty when it comes to these struggles. This is how we break the stigma and free people from their jail of imposed silence.

Anyhow, passive suicidal ideation is pretty much what it sounds like. It’s when someone wants to die/commit suicide but doesn’t actively try to do so. It can take the form of thoughts (I wish I could die in my sleep; I wonder if this pain is fatal; I wish I could be hit by a bus) or actions/innaction (Such as not taking medication or eating properly) that, in the person’s mind, would lead to the desired outcome.

I have been there – many, many times. When I was younger, I did want to actively kill myself, and have made a few timid attempts, with pills I found at home and testing the silverware on my skin – the marks are fading, thank God.

As I became older and had a bigger sense of responsibility, I “graduated” to passive ideation. Many nights have I laid in bed wondering if I’ll wake up in the morning, and just wishing I won’t, because everything is just so exhausting and confusing. But I have always woken up in the morning feeling that it’s worth living one more day. I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to battle these thoughts every time they show up.

If you experience those thoughts, you need to battle them too, but you don’t have to do it alone. If you have a therapist, talk to them. Or talk to a trusted friend. Or confide in your journal. Or look for a crisis hotline in your location.

Here in Brazil, we have CVV – Centro de Valorização da Vida (Roughly translatable as Valuing Lives Center), and they can be reached at 188 (phone number) or on their website, where they open the possibility of a chat with someone.

Another resource is Suicide: Read this first, shared by the lovely Rachel Hill. There is also her book, which she kindly shared, Self Help for the Suicidal (not an affiliate link).

If you are in Australia, you can call Lifeline at 13 11 14 or visit their website. Thank you, Lucy Grove-Jones!

Have you ever dealt with this kind of struggle? Can you share the resources from your own country so I can add them to the post? I would really appreciate your help!

Thank you so much for reading this post and stay strong!

See you all on the next post!

How I deal with life when depression hits hard

Hello, my pretties! How are you all? Doing well, I hope!

Since today is World Mental Health Day, I’m here today to talk about the theme a little more. Not too long ago, I wrote about self care, which is hugely important when it comes to keeping yourself mentally healthy.

No matter how much we take care of ourselves, though, sometimes our mental illnesses do flare up anyway. It can be for any reason – a harder week at work, some life event, a physical illness making our mental health shaky – or even for no reason to speak of, but it happens.

It happens to me, and I bet it has happened to you too. So, I thought I’d share a few things I do when I know I’m not my best self. Please note that this is not in any way medical advice, as I’m not a medical professional or a therapist. It’s just some techniques that work for me.

Without further ado, let us move on to the things I do to make my life easier during a rough patch with my mental health:

1- Organizing tasks better: I’m one of those people who, when they’re themselves, have a lot of energy, and, consequently, a lot to do. When I’m not doing well, though, my energy all but vanishes, and I have to figure out what I need to do, what should be done and what can wait until I feel better, and plan accordingly. Sometimes things I would love to do end up falling to the bottom of the list, but I know myself well enough to know that if I spend extra energy on the things I should be doing, I won’t have any left for the things I absolutely have to do.

2- Saying no to commitments I’m not sure I’ll be able to uphold: This one is about saving the limited energy I have as well. Unless it’s a once-in-a-lifetime event or something I can’t say no to for whatever reason, I’ll decline and try to schedule for another (open) date, and apologize profusely when I do so (I’m one of those people who always apologizes for perceived inconvenience – if you’re not, you can skip this step).

3- Making self care a priority: When I’m in a really low mood, even the most basic things feel really hard to do, so I note down the basic things – taking a shower, brushing my teeth, having an actual meal – on my planner and treat them like tasks I need to complete, since I know treating them as things I need to do for myself will result in me not doing them at all. That usually comes down to planning exactly what I’ll eat as well, so I don’t stop for a meal just to stare into the fridge and decide choosing what I’ll eat is too much effort and I should just go without a meal.

4- Being careful about the kind of content I consume: When I’m doing well, I can watch and listen to anything and nothing really bothers me. When I’m not, though, I’m much more sensitive to things I watch, listen to or read, so I curate the content I consume much more carefully – it can be anything from articles I read, music I listen to and even people I talk to. I pay a lot of attention to how everything makes me feel when I’m not feeling well and do my best to avoid the negative stimuli as much as possible.

5- Not making any important decisions that can wait: I know that when I hit a low, I become impatient and sometimes impulsive, which leads to me making hasty and, often, bad decisions. So, whenever I do make a decision I don’t need to act on right away, I write it down on my planner for a few days ahead, so I can look at it again when I’m feeling better. I still act on a bad decision every now and then, but it does help to have this way of giving myself time to think.

Well, that was all I had to say right now. I hope this post can be helpful, even if just to start a conversation on mental health – a conversation we really need to keep having until it becomes normalized.

If you folks have anything that has helped you and you’d like to share, I would love you to! That’s what the comments are for!

See you all on the next post! Be kind to each other and yourselves!

Let’s talk self care

Hello, my pretties! How are you all doing? Well, I hope!

Here I am again to chat with you guys a little. Today’s topic is self care.

I suppose the concept is already popular enough that most of us know what it means, but basically, self care means (usually) small things we do for ourselves to recharge.

A lot of people don’t feel comfortable practicing self care because they feel selfish. To that, I say – nonsense. You need to take good care of yourself so you can take care of those around you.

But even with that being understood, sometimes we just don’t know how to do it. So, here are a few suggestions. Please note that I am not a therapist or any kind of qualified professional to give mental health advice. Just a well-meaning person online.

Ways to practice self care:

  • Plan your self care moments. Don’t wait until you’re exhausted or until you “have the time”.
  • Create boundaries and stick to them. Learn to say no to things that you can’t or don’t want to do. This is vital to your health in general.
  • Take time to eat. The world won’t stop if you stop for a meal.
  • Protect your night’s sleep. Try your best not to let anything that is not an emergency intrude once you have gone to bed. Leave your phone aside, and focus on getting the rest you need. Whatever you miss out on will still be there in the morning.
  • Exercise – but don’t overdo it. If all you can do now is a ten-minute walk, take that ten-minute walk until you feel that you can do more.
  • Take a moment to pray, meditate, focus or just breathe – and do nothing else for that amount of time.
  • Spend time with the people who lift you up.
  • Take a moment to look at something funny or cute every day.
  • Feel free to decline invitations if you want to – but find the balance so you don’t stay home all the time. If you must, take yourself out somewhere nice. I personally love to catch a movie at the theater on my own, but your jam might be something else.
  • Get a little sunlight and fresh air.
  • Allow yourself to take a nap if you feel that you need one.

This list is in no particular order, and it’s just suggestions. I don’t claim to know what’s best for anyone, but these things have indeed helped me a lot. I hope they help you too!

Now it’s your turn to speak. Do you have your own self care techniques? Care to share them with me in the comments?

See you on the next post!

Hello, Insomnia, my old friend

Hello, my pretties! How are you all doing? Well, I hope!

I’ve been doing as well as it is to be expected. I’ve been feeling better and better every day, and, today, I took a leap of faith and allowed my mom’s hairdresser to chop off most of my previously very long hair. You can see the results of the little adventure on my Twitter, @Miss_JaySouza

All right, with that out of the way, let us go to the theme I’ve selected for today’s post, shall we?

I’ve lived with insomnia basically since I can remember. Or, more properly, a general inability to sleep well at night. I’ve always been a night owl, since I was a baby. As a baby, I’d sleep easily during the day and stay awake at night. As a young child, school happened in the morning, and it was torture. I have studied in the morning and woken up early my entire life – and I still had a very hard time sleeping at night, no matter how tired I was.

I’m 36 years old now. (Shut up, I’m not old!) And I still live this way. I wake up early from Monday to Friday to work, and work all day, which means I should technically sleep at night. Should. I still stay up all night if left to my own devices. 

So, I don’t leave myself to my own devices, and try to get some aid in managing to fall asleep. They are as follows: (Note that I’m not an expert on anything, I’m just sharing what I do to help myself fall asleep when I need to be sleeping)

1- A warm shower before bed always helps me relax.

2- Some small acts of self-care, such as getting moisturizer on my face, hands and feet, also help me prepare for bed.

3- Drinking a glass of water always helps me as well.

4- Keeping a pleasant temperature in the room is very important too.

5- ASMR videos (I’ll talk about them in more detail on a future post) are also a great help.

6- A few games help me unwind and fall asleep as well – I’ll probably share which ones in the future if you’d like me to.

7- Last, but not least, if nothing else works, I get up and go do something else until I feel like going back to bed.

Well, I guess that’s all I have to share right now. I guess I’ll go back to doing pretty much nothing and sleeping a bit – hopefully. 

Does any of you live with insomnia? What do you do to unwind and fall asleep? Share your tips with me in the comments!

See you all on the next post! Love you all!

The problem with mental healthcare

Hello there, my pretties!

How are you all? Doing well, I hope! I come here today to blabber on about mental health yet again. Not necessarily mine, just mental health in general.

Those who have been around here for a while know that I do struggle with mental health issues, though they’re currently mostly under control. There are still rough days, but most of the time, I’m fine.

I wish I could say I’m fine due to adequate healthcare. But that’s sadly not the case.

In a nutshell, this was my experience with mental healthcare:

First, the school psychologist told my mom she should get me checked out, because I was too much of a loner. Funny enough, I did have a handful of close friends, but whatever, she decided there was something wrong with me. My mother, subtle and kind as ever, yelled at me about me being crazy and then found me a therapist. Our insurance covered one appointment per month, which was basically nothing, and my parents didn’t want to cover anything else. Plus, I was usually greeted at home with ‘oh, the crazy girl is home’.

I then changed therapists and this one did help a bit. She taught me how to journal for my mental health. Of course, that stopped working when my sister-in-law broke into my journal and ripped pages off of it to show my brother ‘my true thoughts about her’.

Then, we tried a psychiatrist, because after this event I was so stressed I couldn’t sleep, even though I had made peace with my brother and he had given me my journal pages back.

He diagnosed me with anxiety, but instead of giving me some help with coping mechanisms, he simply prescribed medication. I took it, but it made me groggy during the day and it still wasn’t helping me sleep. So I went back to him, and instead of changing the dosage or times I should take it, he just increased the dosage. I stopped taking the meds and going there.

After that, I gave up on traditional mental healthcare. I started studying and doing research, and trying to find my own coping mechanisms in order to deal with my issues (You can see my coping mechanisms here (depression) and here (anxiety). It hasn’t fixed any of the core issues, of course, but I’m alive and doing my own thing.

Why was it necessary, though?

For a few reasons related to mental healthcare.

First of all, it’s not easily or freely available. Even if you have health insurance.

Second, the stigma, as seen in my own family.

Third, doctors who don’t listen to what you’re saying. Sadly, it seems like the fact that you’re mentally ill means you’re not capable of saying what you’re feeling and being rational enough to express yourself.

What are the solutions there? Honestly, I don’t know. I wish I did.

I do feel that it starts with taking the stigma away from mental health issues. The mental health care system also needs to recognize that once a month is not nearly enough for a mentally ill patient in need of help. It also needs to start educating the patient’s family to prevent the ‘crazy person’ talk. And doctors who can prescribe meds need to work with their patients and understand that if the medication is doing more harm than good, something needs to change. And it’s not just the patient’s willingness to take it. Open lines of communication are a must.

Well, I guess that’s all I have to say for today. What are your own experiences with mental health care in your own country? As a patient, as a relative, or as a professional? Share them with me in the comments!

See you all on the next post!

On disordered eating habits

Hello, my pretties! How are you all? Well, I hope!

I come here today to discuss mental health yet again (it seems like I have been approaching this topic a lot lately). Without beating about the bush, let us dive right into today’s post, shall we?

Anyone who knows me in person (or has even seen a picture  of me anywhere) knows I’m far from skinny. Not too long ago (a few months back), I was weighing at 101 kilograms (or around 220 lbs), which, at around 4 ft 11 in tall, is shamefully unhealthy – something my dear mother has absolutely never allowed me to forget.

In the past couple months, I have dropped about 30 lbs. I’m still way above my ideal weight,  but there’s a clear difference to be noticed. I’m obviously lighter, I have a waist again, I’m much more active – since it takes me longer to get short of breath -, and some pieces of clothing I hadn’t been able to wear in years are making their way back into my everyday life. 

That’s nice, right? Go me!

Er, not really. You see, much to my shame, I didn’t drop the weight through healthy eating and exercising. I dropped it by eating as little as I could manage.

Was it worth it?

That’s… a tricky question, if I’m to be perfectly honest – and I always am here on the blog. On the bright side, I dropped a lot of weight before the surgery, which made every part of my life involving the procedure easier. On the not so bright side… well, have you ever tried to starve yourself? If you haven’t, please don’t.

I was constantly tired, weak, annoyed (hangry) at pretty much everything – not a good thing when you work on customer service -, and my life wasn’t nearly as interesting when all I could think about was how many calories were on everything I ate.

After some time of that, I decided to stop the madness and go back to eating like a human being (though there are still controversies on whether or not I am actually human), making smarter choices and eating more vegetables than meat and more beans and lentils than rice. And – surprise – I haven’t put all the weight back on.

What is my conclusion? There’s no need to starve yourself in order to lose weight, and life is too short to think about nothing but calories. 

It’s your turn to speak now. Do you all have any experiences to share? I’d love to hear about them in the comments!

See you all on the next post!

How I cope with anxiety

Hello, my pretties!

How are you all? Well, I hope!

I come here today to talk to you all about mental health yet again. I have talked about how I cope with depression on a past post, and this is sort of like the ‘part 2’ to that post.

The first thing I need to say is: I’m not a mental health professional, and everything I will say here is what works for me, and me alone. I’m not in any way providing advice, as I’m not qualified for that.

I will list below common methods of coping with anxiety and say whether or not I use them. Again, this is not advice, just me sharing my experience. 

Relaxing activities – a lot of people recommend yoga or other forms of relaxation. I have tried yoga, but I’m a lazy ass. I do crochet, though, and the attentive nature of it helps me relax. And accomplishing something nice when I’m done is a really nice feeling as well.

Healthy eating – Hahahahaha. Hahaha. Haha. Ha. Sorry, sorry, I’m okay. But my eating is freaking crap. Really. I have terrible eating habits. I’m not sure how I’m still alive. So yeah. When I eat at all, I eat pretty shabbily. Okay, I’m eating better now because I’m recovering from surgery and my mom is feeding me, but I’m not a good example at all.

Limit caffeine intake – I’m fueled by caffeine. Seriously. While I don’t drink coffee all day every day, I do need my morning cup of coffee in order to wake up and start my days.

Sleep – What is even sleep? I’m a major night owl, and since I don’t have the time to sleep during the day, I’m in a permanent state of exhaustion.

Exercise – Okay, this one is something I do. I really enjoy lifting weights and the occasional walk – as long as I’m actually going somewhere. I hate walking on a treadmill or walking in circles on a specific area. My brain just feels like I’m wasting time.

Coping mechanisms – Taking a deep breath. Taking a break for a glass of water. Counting to ten backwards. Anything like that. Mine usually include drinking water and physically stepping away from the situation for a moment to gather my wits.

Talk to someone – Talk therapy or simply talking to someone seems to be helpful. I’m a very private person, though, and opening up often causes me more anxiety than I already deal with on a regular basis. 

In general, what works for me?

First, I accept the fact that anxiety is a part of my life, and that’s okay. Second, I identify my triggers and decide whether or not I’m okay to face them at the moment. If I’m not, I’ll shy away and face them in the future when I’m more steady. Third, I try to prep. A lot. I basically practice for whatever I can when it comes to a stressful situation I know is coming. Fourth, I accept my failures for what they are – momentary setbacks – and hope I’ll do better next time.

Well, that’s it, my darlings. 

How about my fellow anxious people out there? How do you cope? Share it with me in the comments! I promise I don’t bite!

See you all on the next post!