It's easy to know when your body needs food - physical cues are given out. We all know what they are (even when some of use choose to ignore those cues), and we know drinking a glass of water doesn't make them go away. So feeding physical hunger is easy. And yet I do not stand alone when it comes to yearning for food regardless of physical hunger.
Whatever our individual faith and beliefs may be, we all have an inner spirit. That little voice of wisdom and love that talks to us. No matter how many ugly voices are talking in our heads, there is always a little voice countering the ugliness. Sometimes the destructive voices are so overpowering it's impossible to hear - but it's always there.
And according to Susan David, we need to consider emotions in the same light. Not adorable - but as neither good nor bad. They are just emotions - all valid and no qualitative labels required. Apparently most of us are expert at either brooding or bottling our emotions, and we live in a world full of forced positivity where, "being positive has become a new form of moral correctness".
Every day - every moment - of my life, I change and transform one way or another. My body constantly regenerates - most of it anyway. Some cells every few days, some every few years. And a few important cells in the brain we apparently need to treat carefully as they're just one-timers. But overall, my body has been changing and transforming since that winning sperm first introduced itself to a welcoming ovum more than 52 years ago.
I am still struggling with high levels of anxiety and resorting to moments of scratching at my hands - but it isn't escalating. I have an appointment with my new psychiatrist tomorrow and managing the anxiety is going to be top of our chat list. I'm still on clonazepam and I'd like to be off it and find a longer term solution. I feel the improvements in my eating regime have contributed to my sense of fragility and vulnerability - escalating my anxiety.
It's been a wild ride. My last two days at the clinic were focused on discussing healthy ways of managing my out of control anxiety issues. I had one day of leave cancelled altogether (Sunday) as I couldn't be trusted not to harm myself. I didn't even trust myself. The next day was escorted leave and Tuesday - my final day as it turned out - back to full unescorted pre-discharge phase.
Forty three days down. Nine to go. I am ready - but glad to have these last nine days to consolidate what I've learned, set up support at home, invent a new life for myself, and gain the confidence to know it's not only possible for me to recover - or even probable - but I have to believe I will recover.
g things I have to share. And it's not because I only focus on the negative - I promise! It's because life in the clinic is fairly routine and dull, and unless I'm having some kind of emotional crisis, there's nothing to share. And today I've had no emotional crisis. I have in fact had a great (but slightly dull) day.
Today's psychology task - write two letters. One from my body to me. One from me to my body. Here goes:
This morning I woke to the news one of our founding members, mother to the firstborn of the August 1996 babies (arriving early, in June 1996) passed away suddenly and unexpectedly.