If we wait until we’re drowning to grab on to the lifesaver dangling in front of us, it may be too late. In the case of self care, this might mean when we get to the actual self care act, it may exhaust us more than it uplifts us. If you’re running on empty but know you need to get in a yoga class to boost yourself up, the class may have the opposite effect. Between the act of driving to the class and the actual exercise, you may leave feeling exhausted rather than energized.
The thing no one wants to talk about. The thing that feels hard and scary to talk about. For those who experience suicidal thoughts, it is hard and scary to talk about because we may be the only ones who feel that way. We may scare our family and friends. We may damage the facade that we are okay. We may seem weak or selfish.
The first few weeks of motherhood are hard. They may be some of the hardest weeks of your life. Through sleep deprivation and complete disregard of our own needs, we are expected to keep a tiny human alive and thriving. They said it would be joyous and magical, they lightly mentioned hard and exhausting, I heard nothing about it being scary. There was talk of hormone adjustments and lack of sleep--the reminder to sleep when baby sleeps--but no one spoke about the insomnia that may come. No one told me I'd be running on adrenaline, unable to force myself in to a nap. Even when she slept at night, I woke up thinking she might too, making sure she was still breathing.
Our children are growing up in a different time than we did. Though we had plenty to fear, having seen what happened at Columbine and The World Trade Center, our children are growing up in a world where school shootings occur nearly every week. Our elementary school students are taking part in lockdown drills, and rather than being told to think it could never happen here, they are learning that it could happen anywhere.
Our children have every reason to be anxious with thoughts of lockdown and serial bombers but how to we stop fear from becoming anxiety?