Friday, 4 January 2019

Coping with Anxiety


Anxiety...

I admit I have spent FAR too much of my life with anxiety (mostly health anxiety) and had finally got it in some kind of control ...  just to be told I had a brain tumour and needed urgent brain surgery! Although brain tumours were (rather ironically) one of the things I’d never actually worried about...🙃

Anyway, after the operation and despite all my inbuilt negativity of what might go wrong...

I had survived! 



Not only had I survived, I did not need the blood transfusion that I had been told was ‘likely’, was relatively ‘with it’ after the surgery and didn't need intensive care, was able to walk the following day (definitely better than I could pre surgery) and then had been discharged from hospital just 48 hours after surgery ended! (Much to everyone's surprise) … I was on some kind of high!


I had realised that even being in my idea of a place of terror (a hospital!) I could either be ‘my normal self’ - and feel nothing but fear and panic, or I could trust I was in safe hands, that the universe had my back and be calm. 



I had fought several inner demons in those few days, walking myself into surgery (rather than being wheeled in a bed or chair as apparently everyone else does?!), knowing when I needed peace and to find it even when I was without support, walking up the corridor and stairs the day I got discharged. 

Dealing with the insane dizziness that meant I felt I was totally drunk and out of control, along with ignoring the feelings that I just wanted to sob in a heap until it had all gone away…when I couldn’t. 

I had no option but to face it all…



Yes I definitely had some stressed days after. Yes scanxiety hit big time for a few weeks with each follow up MRI, but it wasn't so 'inside' me... somehow I could override the fear brewing inside and trust.


But the last few weeks, or maybe months, I have started to struggle again...



The feeling that I was still recovering and things would get better, is now tinged by the realisation that after 2.5 years I will probably always have some reminder of the tumour and surgery. That I am never going to be fully ‘back to normal’. I will probably always wobble a little, feel slightly dizzy and unbalanced at times, a bit out of control and my head not feeling properly there. I will probably always have issues with saying the wrong words at the wrong times, my memory and thoughts being harder to process. 

Reading books is now nowhere near as easy, I cannot easily comprehend them, especially when tired - Once a joy it is now a task. My hands, eyes and coordination might never work as well as they did before, I cannot enjoy doing my art as before...heck I can’t even make a straight line between two dots easily, the line wobbles as I move my vision! … My abilities have changed.  I HAVE CHANGED!

I no longer know what I am good at…



Also the thought that 'if' the tumour came back it would likely be a few years after, the fear that maybe my next scan would show it? Or I would start getting symptoms again? Any sign that reminds me of the symptoms starting last time I feel could be it coming back again and instead of thinking I am still healing, I start to panic... I don't honestly know if that is factual or not, it is probably more likely in the first few scans would show any issues as my neurosurgeon seemed happy I had two clear scans... but also know many people with hemangioblastoma’s have had re-occurrences, some several of them. 


Somehow the anxiety that it could return has hit...



Then, a couple of months ago, I had a few days of 'that’ headache waking me at night. Pains in the back of my head, just as they felt before. Basically about the time the anxiety started. (The headache I have not had since these few days...yet the panic is still there...)

At this time I also had a couple of days of odd dizziness and vertigo, where I kept doing things just slightly off centre and then the feeling of moving when I was still, or as I lay down. Even at the time I knew I didn’t have it exactly like this before or after surgery. (This time it felt the bed was sinking and rising and that I was spinning round more) But it terrified me… I felt I just couldn’t handle this again. The GP said she thought it was my ears and yes it seemed like when I had vestibular neuritis last May, but that time I had just had a scan the previous month and had only just been told all was ok…  

 

Realistically the issues could well have been a virus or something, but my thoughts were not being realistic...



Plus it was about this time of year three years ago that I first realised something was wrong... starting in early December with odd sharp pains, brain fog, unreality and gradually increasing into the extreme dizziness and agony. Not to mention I don’t much like Christmas or winter from a multitude of past experiences.   


I am sure some of that fear is stored in my cellular memory...



And my body is still so unfit. For sure it is better than what it was two years ago, when I had basically spent six months living from my bed to my sofa, and it took me three months after surgery to even manage walking a lap of the local park again! But I still need to sleep SO much, I still cannot do some chores for too long without feeling shattered or aching after, I still cannot do much at the (free) outside gym (not helped by the fact I can’t use it much in the cold weather and so each time I have used it recently I feel I am going downhill again)... 


That I can’t just go out when I want- I have to plan it, to sleep beforehand... 

and my life is controlled by this... I feel old! 

Yet I’m not... I am 44!!!




So the anxiety is back... probably with more than a bit of annoyance, frustration, sadness and anger thrown in!

I also seem to have forgotten the things I did which helped me before. Like half the other things my memory seems to have let go of… It wasn't until I felt awful and stressed a few weeks ago that I remembered why I had been taking pharmaGABA for the past few years. Yet I had stopped taking it as I had simply thought I don’t need to take them anymore, and I can’t really afford it,  totally forgetting they helped my anxiety!... (Yes, I brought it again as soon as I remembered and it did help a fair bit even in a few days)

I have started making myself remember and feel gratitude for what I DO have, the lessons my tumour taught me, how the body can heal and the support I have.   

Remembering that winter and Christmas is always my hardest time of year ...but we have had winter solstice, it gets better (and lighter 🌞 ) from now...



Looking after myself is a priority again.



...so I am sharing. As one thing I have realised (and remembered!) is that when I share my fears they start to dissolve a little, I know if I 'had to' I could cope again...bloody hell I did last time and I was TERRIFIED beyond belief.


…and maybe someone who reads this will also be helped by knowing that they are not alone.

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Tuesday, 11 December 2018

December Anger


So here we go…trying to cope with anger, stress, anxiety and depression yet again…

I am feeling angry with me, with life, with humanity… right now SO much stuff in this world is screwed up. From brexit, to tories, to people starving, to all the hate filled ..ism’s, 5G, destroying the planet, vaccines, to the fact people just don’t seem to care (unless it effects them) or only when they see that an animal they like is being hurt! (which 'is' good in that they have compassion for animals- but why can’t they also see the people in the streets or being starved in war with the same attitude? Instead of somehow thinking they ‘deserved it’😞) …

And its all but winter…its dark, cold and depressing and so it makes all of the above seem worse. Every year. For months.

A couple of weekends ago I have no idea where the massive anxiety came from  … but it was horrendous. The only way I can describe it right now is the quote from Harry Potter when Mrs Figg is in the wizengamot ‘court’ over the dementors and she says:

 ‘it was like all the happiness had gone from the world’.  


I thought these feelings had gone since after my brain surgery, so them coming back makes it feel 100 x worse, and that somehow I am failing ...again... 

I am also really wanting to find a way to get money... 
(as while I know people say I should do it alone) I find talking to others, taking supplements, CBD oil, getting craniosacral therapy or bowen or reiki helps me… and I want to desperately try out some neuro work… see if I can get any more of ‘me’ back… but for these I need money... 😕

And ‘I’ would like to make the money. But then I think what the fuck could I do?? I cannot do something where I have to carry things or might drop something or crash into people, I couldn’t do something where I was expected to give a quick reply, and I certainly couldn’t do something that required too much energy… and I don’t have any marketable skill…which leaves…fuck all!

Hardly helping me feel any better about myself…


I can’t do my art as before (not that I even made much money before) and I am trying hard with my book and blog etc … But I don’t know if it’s because I am shit, not many are and will not be interested (after all who wants to read about a brain tumour? well unless you have had one!) or I am doing it wrong. Yet hardly anyone shares things nor even seems to think its worthwhile.

I really appreciate it when others say a comment has helped them, as it somehow helps me too - in knowing I am not alone as much as anything. Plus the fact I 'can' do something useful ...


And I know others say I seem ok. But I don’t think they have any idea how crap some of it is… 

How my hands and eyes feel… 

I ended up trying to pull Roan’s blind up the other day and fucked it up and smashed his dragon figure he made that was on the windowsill 😥 … then trying to glue it back I couldn’t get it together easily as my hands and coordination are so shite… it’s like doing a job with cold hands that are not working properly. I can’t hold it right. I can’t see it right. 

Or peeling veg and I drop the veg, the peeler, cut my finger or my nail… my hands feel like I have weakness and are all curled up. 


My vision changes all the time...

I cannot look at things close up as they go blurry or I still can’t connect brain to area right (like trying to colour in a line, let alone do fine art) Sometimes its ok, others its truly awful. I am trying to improve my sight/brain coordination with doing complicated dot to dot drawings, but I still cannot match the lines up much of the time...


I have no idea why or when it will be good or bad. 
It’s so depressing.

And saying the wrong words… 

I ‘sometimes’ know I am saying it wrong, sometimes have no idea I’m not. Trying to find the words is hard, especially when I am tired. Or giving instructions. Or when I need to answer someone quickly (You should  hear some of the odd greetings I give people when walking the dog and am not expecting to say something! 😳) 

I don’t think people that don’t know me take me seriously anymore, as I sound stupid.


Much of the time I am probably not able to say 10% of what I think as I can’t respond in time or find the words… 



When I am tired I have to say it stupidly slowly and simply… most of the time I am not angry at anyone, or trying to be annoying… I'm just fucking frustrated and depressed. I've been told I sound pissed off, but its as I am pissed off with ME! 

The head symptoms - and the numbness, holes in the head, head and neck pain and itches inside are the easy part quite often… yet supposedly (or so it seems) the only ‘problems’ I should have. The only problems that any one will acknowledge. (apart from others I know online who have had the same tumour and surgery) …


Like the rest are made up, that no one else has noticed I cannot do some things or speak straight…



Today I can type quite well, sometimes I write ‘mroe lik etthis and is drievs me madd’.  

Same as sometimes I am exhausted all day and yet others I can stay up till 1am, even after doing things all day with no problems. 

Some days I feel grounded and balanced, others that I am all but bouncing off walls again. And feeling wobbly and shaky inside.



I never know what I am getting…so how can I plan anything??



Some days I am so exhausted and low and thinking I am going stupid I don’t think I will ever get old… just grateful that I have managed 2 more years than nature would have given me…

I don't know if many people can actually appreciate and know how shit this feels?? Not just that I ‘should’ be dead … but that my mother is probably fitter than I am… and my brain is more fucked too.😭😭😭

Then this past week or so has been the pits. ‘I’ am the one who can’t go out anywhere easily. As it is too exhausting or anxiety provoking, or we don’t have the finances. I don’t have the energy to look after me some days let alone our children…. And then I hate myself that I am not there when I 'should be' for them. Or as, like everything else in my life, my memory had gone out the window and I have forgotten… 

…yet even if I remember. With what fucking energy do I do things? My last bit? Do I destroy myself in looking after the kids better??  I had to force myself to get out of bed today…the last thing I needed is reminding how shit a wife and mother I am…


…but sometimes, just sometimes it would be nice to feel good about me, and what I am can do. That others appreciate me and not just because I manage the washing and cooking that day ...  but that I have been productive and useful.  



Plus ... I would love to be on top of my anxiety and the stress of going places, being the responsible one who feels strong and healthy and doesn't have to worry that she will suddenly trigger something.

Fear that the exhaustion and fatigue will hit and I want to sleep when instead I have to get home, that the dizziness or brain fog will 'paralyze' me with fear. To be able to relax and have fun and not keep worrying what is up...

That I control my body, rather than my body controls me...


Hidden in tall grasses