Tuesday, June 26, 2012

two years

I've started a new habit, if two days counts as a habit. Writing two posts in one day. But hey, then I don't have to cram all my thoughts on all my subjects into one post.

This one is about dejavou, which may be spelled wrong, but the spell check isn't telling me how to spell it right. I'm remembering two years ago, when the ERP had my stomach hurting and my appetite hiding and it might have messed with my sleep, too. Two years ago ish, when I decided to add medication to the therapy in my grand scheme to end my OCD and depression. Actually, we aren't quite at two years since my first appointment to see a doctor about it, but I probably decided around this time. In a few weeks, it will be two years since I started medication. I remember this because I had the unfortunate time coincidence of starting my medication a day or two before my birthday, rendering me very tired for my birthday dinner with my family. I am not likely to forget my birthday, so I'm not likely to forget about when I started medication, until I forget the year. That could be nice. See, there is hope of forgetting something.

Anyway, back then, my counselor told me about another lady for whom it took two years to get back to normal life. Back then, I thought, that is so long. One year is long, but okay, but two years is too long. I hope it doesn't take me that long.

Now? I think, two years sounds so good. I'll take two years; that would mean I recover any day now. Two years would be great. And I doubt it will happen (see my pessimism shining through?). (Am I making a self-fulfilling prophecy?) (Should I just go back to my last post and read my illogical statements with their identification? Might be easier than repeating the whole am-I-depressed-because-I'm-not-handling-it-right thing again.)

And now that I've decided not to go there again (I'll at least put it off), how about a change of subject? I know, so much for a one-topic post. This one is on anxiety. I was at an informal support group meeting, and the subject of camping came up. And the we-should-go-on-a-camping-trip topic came and drifted away. And I marveled at how these people spoke so casually and easily about camping as if it was actually a relaxing or at least a fun endeavor. Finally, I asked someone, swimming and camping don't give you anxiety? Which maybe wasn't fair (to myself) since we are all there for different reasons. Just because I have anxiety in one area doesn't mean everybody does. But it was one of those moments when I realized a bit more of what my anxiety stole from me. I have some positive emotions regarding camping, but the anxiety I know would go with it (or at least that did last time I went, when I determined not to go again until my medication was working better) makes it not nearly as desirable. Actually, it makes it almost undesirable.

6 comments:

  1. Yep, I've got to admit, camping would definitely give me a LOT of anxiety. Don't think I'll be doing that any time soon.

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  2. I love camping...I know it is really weird. But I feel like it takes me so far out of my comfort zone that I just feel like I am supposed to feel dirty and disgusting when camping so it's ok. Now when I get home, the first thing I will do is jump in the shower cause I'm not about to take camping germs in my house but for the days I am in the woods I am loving it. I will only camp where there is facilities like a bathroom and running water though..because I have to brush my teeth and stuff. I am planning to do this big walk on the Appalachian Trail and that is the one thing I am worried about because I am not going to have a bathroom available.

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  3. I can NOT camp! Too much anxiety over too many things. --At least not in a tent. I do "camp" in an rv though. But that is like a house, so that is better for me. Still a bit of anxiety but not as bad.

    And About 2 years....I hate to be the bearer of bad. ugly news, but I have been fighting for um, 20. :/ And lord knows I haven't got it all figured out...so imagine how I feel. But in the same sentence, finding the right meds has really helped. And it took a long time for that. So maybe you should try something new? I don't know. Ignore me if I am a pain in the a@@! But I am with ya on wishing it would just be gone one day! ♥

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  4. Happy soon to be birthday!

    I know what you mean about being involved in conversations where people are so free and easy about things that really stump us. Like camping! I can totally relate to you!

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  5. I can relate, too. Camping? I don't think so.

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  6. I do like camping. But I think I could only do it with someone I knew REALLY well, so that just in case any freaking out happened, it wouldn't have to ruin the trip.

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