Heart palpitating, stomach in knots, unable to stand with shortness of breath, I laid at the top of a mountain look out waiting for the nausea to pass.
Being sensitive to glycemic issues my whole life, I assumed I needed to eat and get my blood sugar regulated. That wasn’t it.
June 2020, having just re-opened my business after mandated closures – the effect of relentless pivoting and adaptation set in. I felt the weight of the world crushing me from all sides and soon I realized – I was having an anxiety attack.
Fear, grief and exhaustion from a pandemic world was beyond my control. I did all the blood work and tests – physiologically I was in great health – mentally not so much. Having worked with a psychologist for years, I again sat back on my Doctor’s couch to work through the collective grief many experienced.
2021, this year, is different.
I find myself blankly staring at my social media feeds scrolling endlessly, checking my e-mail repeatedly and chronically tempting myself with shopping apps – feeling ‘blah’. Sundays used to be a time to plan the week upcoming with goals and aspirations and now Monday brings another week of ‘Ground Hog’s Day’.
My light softly dulls and passion dwindles and a state of stagnation and emptiness can roll in (Languishing is the perfect descriptor.) Emotions of anxiety (‘fight or flight’) easily ignite the flame to react out of anger, fear or frustration. Part of my learning is to not make decisions or communicate from this place. It’s about giving myself the grace to truly see my emotions for what they are and recognize it in others.