There’s No Shame in Asking for Help

"A Helping Hand". 1881 painting by E...

I have always been very independent.  As a very young (and short) child, I would use household objects as tool in order to reach the light switches so that I would not have to depend upon anyone else.  Overall, I believe that this trait has served me well.  Until I got divorced, that is.  Those first few weeks were hell on my body.  I could not eat, causing my already slim frame to waste away to nothing.  My ribs stood out in relief along my back.  My body was racked with tremors, the anxiety too much for mere flesh and bones to contain.  I did not sleep; my body refused to rest.

Those around me encouraged me to try medication.  I resisted.  I was determined to do this alone, without the aid of a pharmacy.  Eventually, my body made the decision for me as days moved into weeks and I saw no improvement.  I ended up with some substantial medication to help me eat and sleep (300 mg Trazadone, if you’re keeping count…and I could still push through that on many nights).  I found peace with my decision to accept pharmaceutical assistance.  Those pills allowed my body to function for the first 8 months.  I let them go when I was able to go solo again.

There is no shame is asking for help.  We accept the fact that those at the at the end of life and those at the beginning of life require assistance, yet we somehow believe that adults should be able to be independent.  Divorce is the death of one life and the infancy of another.  You will need help.

Here are three sources of help you may find you need:

1) Therapy

Depending upon your situation, your prior coping skills, and your support system, you may be in need of therapy.  That is not a sign of weakness or a sign that you are crazy.  You are going through one of the most stressful events that one can endure and you may not be prepared to handle it on your own.  A therapist can be your guide down the road to healing.  Don’t be afraid to try different approaches and different people until you find what works for you.

2) Medication

I had to face the difficult lesson that sometimes you can’t fix your body through sheer will.  Medication may need to be investigated if you are unable to sleep or eat for a significant period or if sadness or anxiety are completely overwhelming.  I know I was afraid of triggering dependency, as I felt that I was in a very vulnerable place.  I discussed this with my doctor and so medications were chosen that were not considered high risk for abuse.

3) Time

Divorce is exhausting.  Adding to that, you have to adapt to your new responsibilities, navigate the court system, and somehow find time to process the whole mess.  This is a time when taking some leave from work is acceptable; your self-work needs to take priority for a while.  If you are parent, ask someone to watch the kids so that you can have some time alone.

It is far better to temporarily suffer the embarrassment and discomfort of asking for help than to permanently suffer in silence.  Ask for a hand, and let it guide you through.

It’s the Little Things

It’s the little things that scare me.

Stop me dead in my tracks, deer in the headlights, protesting, “I can’t” while limbs are locked.

It’s the little things that scare me.

Cause me to question, bring the doubts, the voice of the inferior.

It’s the little things that scare me.

Automatic reaction, reason shut down and out.

It’s the little things that scare me.

But, little by little I’m learning to do those little things.

Open a switchblade, start a fire, pick up the phone.

As I tackle those little things, put them in their place,

I realize that I am bigger than those little things

And they can scare me no more.

Taming the Monkey Mind: Day 13

Funny sleeping monkey

Today was a day I was very thankful to have meditation in my toolkit.  I had to go to mediation today to clear up one of my ex’s messes.  Now, to help you understand how stressed this makes me, I’ll tell you a couple embarrassing facts about myself.  First, I suffer from anxiety when I owe an overdue fine to the library.  No, I’m not exaggerating.  I wish I was.  I’ll be stressed and fixated until I can settle my $.20 fine and return the materials.  Another example?  I recently purchased a prepaid toll sticker for a local highway.  Every time I drive through, I am nervous until I see the green light flash, even though I know there are sufficient funds in the account.  I’m not sure where this pathological anxiety about money comes from, but it is there.  You pair that with my ex-husband’s secret out of control spending and hidden accounts, and you have a disaster waiting to happen.

I started today with a hard 11 mile run (my personal Xanax).  I ended up with my fastest pace ever for distance (7:01 average pace).  I figured I would tire that monkey out before trying to subdue it.  The meditation following the run went well.  I have discovered the Deep Energy podcasts and found that the music works really well for me for meditation.  I think it is going to be my go-to from now on.

I worked to maintain my mindful and calm state as I drove to the office where the mediation was to occur.  NPR was apparently aware of my intent, as they played Beethoven’s 5th Symphony for me as I sped down the highway (at least, I assume they had me in mind when they made the selection). It followed, almost to a turn, the path to a great little restaurant I went to over the summer to enjoy my first-ever gluten free pancakes that I did not have to make (oh, they were heavenly!).  I even took the same wrong turn today.  I began to actually enjoy the ride as I remembered that summer day.  I then drove through a neighborhood where I ran a Chili Festival 5K with a friend of mine a couple of years ago.  More smiles and good memories.

I entered the mediation relatively calm, the monkeys only chattering slightly in the background.  The entire process went well and went quickly.  More proof that most of my fears are due to anticipation rather than reality.

NPR cooperated again, playing light and lively Mozart on my way home.

I am glad that I have been training the monkeys; they did me proud today.  Now, I think I’ll visit the library’s website and renew my materials.  Just in case, you understand.

 

5 Tips to Bust Through Your Fears

This is timely for me today.  I have to go to court this afternoon to deal with some of the mess my ex left behind (see Clean Up, Aisle 5).  I’m scared.  I don’t know why.  This is a known and limited threat, yet I am anxious.  I am going to begin my day with my own tip to bust through fear: a long run.  Somehow the combination of repetitive movement, fresh air, and an exhausted body help to calm my mind.  I plan to follow that with some meditation before going to the courthouse.  Oh, and I guess I’ll take a shower too:)

Try these tips when you feel fear whispering in your ear and trying to control your thoughts,

5 Tips to Bust Through Your Fears.

Locked Out

Apparently when I left my classroom Friday afternoon, I left my keys on my desk, as my mind swirled with the weekend yet ahead.  So much for mindfulness and being in the moment.

So now, I am locked out.  At least I realized it yesterday, so I’m, not shivering in a cold car in the parking lot of the school.

But now I am left with time, time I do not usually have, and a growing sense of urgency of what needs to be done at work.

I am a morning person by nature, so I tend to get to school early, using that time to plan, prep, and grade.  As a result, I am usually able to leave on time and avoid bringing work home.  Thus also works with my anxious nature; I function best when I get everything done up front.  A trait I have coined “reverse procrastination.” When I can’t get in early, my mind starts to flurry, doubts of being ready for the day creep in, and my thoughts become irrational.  In the past, if I had found myself in this same situation, I would have made the drive to school at the normal time, hoping for a stray custodian or coach to notice me and open the door.

Colorful Door
Colorful Door (Photo credit: brentdanley)

Today, I choose to wait.  Today, I choose to not let the anxiety build.  I know that I will be able to get done what I need to before the starting bell rings.  And, anything that does not happen can wait until the next day.  Or perhaps even the next.  It is okay to have a list where not every item is crossed off.

I usually practice yoga in the mornings before work.  Today, that is taken from me too, as my shoulders are protesting after an intense 90 minutes power class yesterday.

I’m working to accept the discomfort I feel at my normal routine being disrupted.  To be in the moment and and peace with what is, letting go of my expectations.  I have time.  I think I will meditate for a bit, and then take advantage of an empty house (the boyfriend had an early appointment today) and blast 80’s hair metal while I get ready.

Rock and Roll Ain't Noise Pollution
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