Starting to realise that anxiety is just like being physically ill. It fills nearly all our thoughts/prevents other thoughts. When we live an anxious life we are never bored, never have empty time to fill, it keeps us busy.
This year I have recalled a few times a strange little book I read many years ago, The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner, it describes obsessive and dysfunctional thoughts very well. ( not that I’m a sinner! ) The days and years fly by.
It’s not like being ill, it is being ill. Just because it’s less tangible than a worn tendon or excess urea crystals in your big toes, it’s still a pathology which impacts your health.
When I had cptsd , and I had a bad case of it, it often felt like my illness was outside of me, that it was happening to me. I would tell myself that it was contained within me, it was me, even if the cause was outside of me.
Starting to realise that anxiety is just like being physically ill. It fills nearly all our thoughts/prevents other thoughts. When we live an anxious life we are never bored, never have empty time to fill, it keeps us busy.
This year I have recalled a few times a strange little book I read many years ago, The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner, it describes obsessive and dysfunctional thoughts very well. ( not that I’m a sinner! ) The days and years fly by.
It’s not like being ill, it is being ill. Just because it’s less tangible than a worn tendon or excess urea crystals in your big toes, it’s still a pathology which impacts your health.
I am starting to realise that. 😔
When I had cptsd , and I had a bad case of it, it often felt like my illness was outside of me, that it was happening to me. I would tell myself that it was contained within me, it was me, even if the cause was outside of me.
Did you read “The body keeps the score” yet?