When anxiety creeps up on you.
I know depression and I see it everywhere. Anxiety, not so much. Anxiety and depression, having one or both can be pretty hard to deal with. many people have it at very different levels. Some admit they have it other don’t even know they have it.
For me, it’s anxiety. I think it runs in my family but not very sure. It creeps up on you and takes your breath away. Literally. I find myself for moments not even breathing. My stomach goes in knots and I’m sitting trying to figure out what started it.
I remember getting the worst of it when I was pregnant. I used to worry about it as I knew it wasn’t good for my little one in my belly. It was just in my second trimester so wasn’t too bad. it was awful though. I had all the feelings of worrying but I wasn’t specifically worrying about anything in particular.
It’s not really until last year that I have been recognising my symptoms as anxiety. I just thought that’s how you feel sometimes even if nothing is wrong. It’s not as bad as I hear some people get. I’ve seemed to have lived with it so long without recognising it. I do now and it helps change the confusion to understanding. I can control it a little better.
Forget about normal breathing, these breaths are long and intense. Thoughtful breathing.
My secret is breathing. When I feel it coming I know it’s time to slow down and breath. Breath through it. Breathing is a magical thing. Something I’ve learnt through practising yoga. Forget about normal breathing, these breaths are long and intense. Thoughtful breathing.
Sometimes it doesn’t take the anxiety away but what it does do is take the edge off.
That’s when yoga comes in. Moving my body along with long breaths takes my mind to a different place. Focusing on my body rather than my mind. I love yoga for this reason even though I do it for many different reasons. This is one of them. Here’s my post about yoga.
I’m not scared to talk about mental illness, but calling it a mental illness does scare me. Maybe because I know my anxiety is not the worst. It’s there and it’s something I can deal with. I’m lucky as it doesn’t affect my relationships. It’s just me. Anxiety in the background. I don’t feel ill. I just feel different sometimes.
I’m not afraid of it and I am not afraid of talking about it because I know I am not alone.