Tip #55: Accept the bad days as part of your journey.
The why: This week, I thought I was doing great.
I hadn’t had a panic attack in days, I was going out and seeing friends rather than just locking myself away with my work, I felt I was on top of life.
Then suddenly, it struck.
I became really rather ill, sore throat, bed bound (get your mind out of the gutter) and a headache the size of Mars. I had to stop everything.
That’s when the panic about my health, about stopping, about being trapped in the house started. That’s when the anxiety began to build to a deafening crescendo in my mind.
“Oh no. I was doing so well. Why does this keep happening to me? Why can’t I just be normal?”
To be honest, I felt like a failure. I felt like giving in. Like I was never going to get better.
But then I saw this quote in my quote book
Recovering from anxiety is like a long, winding road full of booby-traps, potholes (seriously, the infrastructure of this path is terrible) and more twists than a M Night Shyamalan movie.
Some days, some weeks, maybe even some months are going to be awesome and amazing, and anxiety will seem like a bad dream miles away.
And then something may happen at home, a break-up, moving house, a new job, a new city and fear begins to rear its ugly head once more.
Because the truth is, life is full of scary things, full of the unknown, full of doubt and questions, so there is always a chance anxiety will return.
But whilst anxiety may always be a part of our lives, it does get easier.
We develop tools, tricks, habits, ways of living, attitudes, fortitude, and an inner strength that means that even if we feel a slight tinge of panic, or have a bad day, we’re ready.
We can handle anything. And oh boy, are we so much stronger for it.
I realised I am not a failure. No matter what my mind is currently throwing at me, I’m still continuing with my life.
The bad days are going to happen, life is going to happen, but they are just part of the journey.
I am moving on anyway. Anxiety can cling on to the bottom of my jeans (they are usually ripped anyway) and wail and yell, but it’s not going to stop my forward march.
If it’s coming along for the ride, it should be warned I’m going to give it the very frequent hard kick.