[Warning: contains mild physics.]
Imagine a short piece of rope. We’ll call him Ropert.
Let’s imagine that Ropert represents our lives.
Now that I’m (mostly) successfully managing my anxiety, everything should be great forever… right?!
Obviously life isn’t magically perfect. (Though of course “less anxiety” is a huge improvement!)
This is fine. I never expected perfection.
But something else I didn’t expect was that managing anxiety better could itself cause problems.
I was asked to write a gentle article about self-love and our inner critics for selfharm UK.
You can click here to read it over on their website.
Inner critic: Save yourself the trouble, it’s rubbish.
I think it’s fine. Probably some people will agree with me, some with my inner critic.
That’s fine too.
No inner voices were harmed in the production of this post.
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Saturday was a huge day for me!
I’ve finally made the switch to almond milk, and reduced my dairy intake. It’ll be interesting to see what effect this has on my morning digestion.
Also, I gave a TED talk at TED X Leamington Spa!
My talk was all about anxiety. And custard, naturally.
I had ambitious plans for it. I wanted to get across the importance of openness about our struggles, both for our own benefit and for others.
I wanted to paint an overall picture of the journey from anxiety to less-anxiety, while sharing some mind management strategies.
And I wanted it to be as funny as possible, while not detracting from the seriousness of what I was talking about. Easy, right?
Not only is everyone doing it, they’re talking about it a lot too:
“Just breathe”… “Focus on your breath”… “Breathe your way out of a panic attack”… “Our most powerful weapon against anxiety is our breath”…”BREATHE YOU FOOL, BREATHE, QUICK, THEY’RE COMING, WE HAVEN’T GOT MUCH TIME”
I’ve heard all of these so often lately.
Each time, it seems almost insulting to be told that “breathing” is the solution to my problems.
I mean, I breathe literally all the time. I do it in my sleep. What more do these breath-obsessed zealots want?!
Where the thing on fire is a cow dressed as clown.
(Of course, it’s possible that ridiculous events are attracted to me, and not the other way around. I’ve never been able to figure this out.)
Occasionally I attempt to resist and be sensible for a while, but no matter what I try, silliness seems to follow me.
A couple of months ago, during one of these “attempts to be sensible”, I booked onto a conference being held in Berlin at the end of May: Alive in Berlin.
I didn’t know much about it, but figured it would provide a nice celebration after releasing my first book and a chance to do a bit of travelling while I make my next plan.
But then, a couple of days after I booked on, this post popped up on my facebook: