I am trapped in my mind and sometimes, I don’t know how to escape it.
A rolling script plays in my mind with all of the items on my to-do list. The anxious side of my brain is screaming. “You have to get them done! What are you doing sitting around?” The depressed side of my brain lacks motivation and drive and I sit still and lifeless. The response effort just to type this post is almost unbearably too high.
Two minutes ago, I was asked, “how are you?” Without hesitation, I responded, “Good, thanks, how are you?”
I’m not good. Why is it so easy to lie like that? Putting up a fake front to others is so easy for me. Almost too easy. If I go too long putting on the fake, happy front, I literally feel exhausted afterwards.
I forget to breathe sometimes. Steady breaths. I haven’t been to therapy in about a year. I was tired of paying someone to teach me techniques I could learn from Pinterest posts.
Five things I see: a door, the tv, my boots, my phone, my thumbs typing this post.
Exhale. It’s not working. What a stupid exercise.
How many other people around me are pretending to be someone they’re not?
My current heart rate has decreased from 104 to 88. I have turned on the Relax function on my FitBit.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
This will pass, I tell myself. This will pass.
It’s just an anxious minute.