There are a few things I notice when I’m starting to tank. Tank, as in, I’m so overwhelmed, it’s a danger to myself.
1. Everything I read on social media infuriates me, even when it’s perfectly nice. It makes no sense, but unfortunately, despite BP being a brain chemistry problem, it affects my emotions. Skews my perception. When my best of friends are saying things that plum piss me off, I finally notice I’m tanking. And by the way, I say piss me off because that’s the truth. Saying it makes me angry doesn’t cut it because “piss” relays that dirty, mean-spirited, nasty factor.
2. I don’t want to get out of bed. Okay, so most days I don’t wanna get outta bed. Like 95% of days. But when it’s so bad I’m afraid to move, even to use the restroom, or feed the cat who we all know I love dearly, then I recognize that, “Houston, we have a problem!”
3. I hurt more everywhere. Physically, I’m discussing here.
So, what do I do now?
First, I try to maintain a low profile on social media. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, but sometimes I fail at this.
Next, I do extra stretches, extra walking outside in the backyard.
I pray and read devotionals.
I listen to my “Peppy Make Me Wanna Move” playlist.
Finally, I call a RESET DAY.
During said reset day, I get lost in a book, as of late an audiobook, and color while listening.
And my loving, supportive family here in the home respects that I need to take the day as I need it. I love them for that.