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Downward negative spiral…

What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?

How often does your mind begin a slow descent into thoughts, which once they build momentum, very quickly build into a complete avalanche of negativity? One day you are motivated, ready to make things happen and full of enthusiasm and a seemingly insignificant event or comment from someone can begin to fester and your rumination over what was said, how you reacted, what they think of you, why you reacted like that, becomes a complete crisis of yourself and your life?

If you can’t relate to this, you are doing awesome and if you can, you are absolutely smashing life too! Training my mind to not catastrophize, analyse every shortcoming of myself, every conversation and action I take, is something that I have literally had to teach myself. I haven’t always reacted so negatively, at least not to the extent that it started to make me feel miserable but life events I think, just made me scared to feel big intense emotions and I worried about my own ability to cope, so my brain would try to protect me by picking up on every threat and trying to avoid it or change my behaviour to diffuse it.

I am learning that feelings need to be felt for them to then leave us, they need to be worked and moved through. Avoiding them kept me stuck and anxious and eventually low. To help me actually feel these emotions safely, I have over time created a toolbox of ways to help me counteract the spiralling thoughts. I can use them in situations where I am overthinking, starting to fall into negative thinking and anxiety. I’ll share the ones I use most often that seem incredibly simple but sometimes require real willpower to utilise.

Firstly I stop the distractions. I get off my phone, turn off the tv, turn off my podcasts, stop being busy and sit in quiet. Busyness is for me a way to avoid facing things. The distractions were subconsciously my way of avoiding the feelings. Doom scrolling is a classic way to avoid life. Often I will feel my body and mind craving silence and I know it’s time to switch off.

When I find some quiet with just me and my thoughts, then I have space to find a way to dig into the emotions I’m avoiding. For this often I will journal or write, whatever I want to put down on paper. I just express it all. There’s no right or wrong, no real purpose to it, I’m just getting my thoughts out of my head and onto paper. They maybe random or jumbled but often will bring up things that make sense about why I am feeling and reacting as I am, what has triggered this negative reaction to life events and what part of me feels wounded and hurt.

Breath work is another tool, which always gives me an intense emotional release. It literally helps me to express emotions that I can feel sat in my chest and throat like a tight ball. I have learnt to just “let go” as the tears, the ugly crying, the sobbing is exactly what is needed. Crying is always my therapy in happiness, anger and anxiety, tears will usually arrive.

A more physical and practical tool is running. Very often running is something which helps me work through anger and frustration more than anything else. Getting outside in nature and my own thoughts, processing events of the day and releasing emotion through music, my thoughts and pushing myself hard can do wonders for any pent up anger. Anger is something I don’t often feel, or I never thought I did growing up but these last few years, anger has become an emotion that I’m learning to embrace and not stifle down. Anger is a normal response to feeling hurt or disrespected and when it’s not suppressed or ignored it won’t overwhelm us. In my younger years, I didn’t feel I was “allowed” to express anger as a girl. It wasn’t what young ladies did, honestly. So it almost feels a bit alien and “wrong” to express anger ,mostly when I’m angry I cry but I’m learning to tap into it more and use it in a positive way.

I believe all emotion is there to be observed and felt. That doesn’t mean we should sit in it for a long time and make it our identity but we move through it and acknowledge it. Life is cyclical and when you are sad, you are likely to feel happiness in the future and the opposite is true. The only constant is change and that for me is a comfort.

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Be patient

There’s no rush….

You have given so much for so long, that it would be so easy for you to slip into something familiar where you are putting in all the work again.

And that’s ok, if it is given back. Reciprocated. Both players in this game trying their best for success.

But someone who is the right “fit”, will mean you don’t have to work that hard anymore girl. Not like you have been. Carrying a team of two, refusing to let it fail, even when it’s obvious there is no coming back from the defeats.

If you find someone who is willing to move mountains, because they want to be with you and that is a priority in their lives, then they will make it happen, you will both make it happen and it wont feel like a chore, it won’t feel like you’re carrying the load . Someone who is as excited to get to know you, as you are them, who wants to hear all about you. Everything.

This kinda guy wants to know why you are the person you are today, he’s interested in the past that brought you here but is so much more concerned about you now, in the present. This guy wants to see you smile, your eyes light up, he wants to plan time with you, see you excited to do things, together, experience life, together.

He’s out there.

Be patient.

It’s ok to give it all to this kinda guy but stop hoping to transform a guy who isn’t there yet, has wounds to heal and isn’t ready for that journey. It ain’t happening. He’s not ready. You can’t mould them into someone who “fits”. Stop trying so hard to make it happen. You don’t wanna live your life trying to “fix” someone, do you?

This guy isn’t afraid to apologise and admit when he’s wrong, he talks to you about things that are worrying him, figures out problems alongside you when something doesn’t feel right. This guy talks, works on and figures things out with you. A partnership. He lessens the load, he doesn’t add to it.

You deserve to feel completely loved. You deserve to be fought for and not to have to spend your life fighting for them. You deserve to feel safe and secure in the knowledge that your person will put in 100% to a relationship and you’ll be able to relax and enjoy each other.

Finally, when this kinda guy arrives, take a deep breath and surrender to this kinda love. Exhale….

It’s time for you to relax into something. To no longer need to try so hard for two people but be one half of a couple, working with each other, towards their goals . It’s time for you to know what peace feels like. It’s time you found a protector, supporter, cheerleader and team player.

Lets be honest you don’t know what that feels like, do you? You’ve never really had it. You have always put in way more of yourself than was healthy and you are not sure what “safe” is?. You will know when it arrives. You will know when you no longer have to start bringing up the hard stuff and he starts those conversations, when you no longer have to guess what’s going on because he communicates openly.

You will know, for the first time how it was supposed to feel all along.

Be patient.

And soon you will be able to exhale.

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When I grow up

Childhood dreams……

When I was a child, I can remember imagining myself becoming a nurse or an author and writing books. My mum didn’t really talk about or encourage big ambition and I never really felt much more was possible than becoming a secretary or having a family of my own. When I daydreamed though I would dream of other more wild and unachievable paths in life, like writing a novel or working as a nurse in a hospital, at least they felt pretty out of reach at the time. I haven’t actually achieved either although I have always worked in a profession where I am caring for others. I almost became a nurse but never quite made it, life threw me a curve ball and took me down a different route and I never came back to it. No regrets there though, I still work in the field of care, which is in my bones but my family took priority and that feels right to me.

My caring career started as a personal journey when my first child was born with Cerebral Palsy when I was 18. That experience determined my path in supporting others who were in a similar position after my personal caring role ended. The thing is I also knew from a very young age I wanted to be a mum, have kids and that was where my heart lay so even though I hadn’t expected to be a young single mum to a disabled child, I was a mum and that felt like where I was supposed to be.

When my son passed away at 13 years old, I then pursued work in the caring arena starting as a childminder, then respite carer for disabled children, a nanny, a carer for elderly, an advocate and now a Social Prescriber for local GP surgeries. I’ve worked in social care most of my adult life and have a passion for helping others. Its a fantastic and rewarding sector but requires a lot of self care too and boundaries, especially when you have experienced social care from a personal perspective on the other end, you need to be able to separate yourself and take a step back.

As for writing, I have always enjoyed putting pen to paper, or now more fingers to the keyboard. I remember as a child my best friend and I would sit for hours with our Victoria Plumb notebooks, writing, talking and imagining our stories being made into books in their own right. Kaz and Suze, famous authors, just like the wonderful Enid Blyton, whose books I was devouring at the time. As a teenager I can remember fanatically chain-reading the Sweet Valley High series of books, whilst my hormones were racing and by the end of my teens I was a proud Stephen King and Dean Koontz horror addict.

It’s interesting because in thinking about this a memory resurfaced of a time when I was around 17/18 and I became quite low. The one and only time in the first 40 years of my life I can recall that I may have possibly had some depression. I remember sitting in my room, not wanting to leave, staying in bed but mostly, I remember writing, mainly poems. I think I still have them somewhere, in the back of a closet. They were quite dark poems and I find them difficult to read even to this day. This time of sadness and introspection soon passed and I moved into becoming a carer, in my personal and professional life and writing took a back seat.

Its intriguing to me that now, at this point in my life where I am going through some quite traumatic major life changes, I have finally come back to writing down my thoughts and seeing where it takes me. This process is becoming therapeutic to me. When I get my thoughts out and onto paper/ screen, everything feels clearer, there’s a clarifying of a situation and an unscrambling of the jumbled up stories that frequent my mind. Some fact and truth, others the result of me overthinking and hoping, catastrophising and stressing. I’m an overthinker and have recently become aware of the stories I can allow myself to create in my head which are not based on fact, so I am learning to come back to what is real. Writing helps with that. So for now this little blog is my therapy I think, my thought decipherer, and the blog allows me to explore ideas and thoughts about myself and that’s enough for me. Who knows maybe one day I’ll get that one book written and become the author I dreamt of being as a child but if nothing else writing heals.

Taylor Swift – Never grow up