Today feels like another of those pivotal moments… depending on how I handle things in the next few hours, my life could take a turn for the worse…
…Or maybe I’ll be able to use my arsenal of mental health tools’n’techniques to dodge the knockout punch which life is aiming my way.
If today was happening just a year or two ago, I’d say there would be a good chance I’d be heading into another depressive episode.
Fortunately, I have an ever-increasing belief that I (probably) have the inner strength to handle this. I hope I’m right.
So, What’s Going On?
Let’s start with the facts: Physically I don’t feel great: tired & achey. Mentally I’m not so hot either… brain fog, lingering sadness.
My old friend’s suicide is affecting me a little… but to be fair I haven’t seen her in ten years, so I’m less distressed than if she’d been my closest friend and we’d been better at keeping in touch.
I’ve been pulling away from Narcotics Anonymous. I’m coming up against barriers inside my own mind which are making it hard for me to feel close to people within the fellowship. I’m losing the sense of community I felt previously. I’m also intentionally avoiding my sponsor because much of what he tells me I find unhelpful. I haven’t attended a meeting in at least a week – I’m questioning its value for me personally.
On the plus side, I don’t see myself quitting Narcotics Anonymous completely. I still can very much see the value in doing the “stepwork” from the NA Step Working Guide book. It forces you to carefully consider your relationship to the 12 Steps. It helps you become a better person. And yet I’ve been procrastinating getting stuck into it for weeks. I’m at the start of Step 2, but I keep finding way more interesting things to do around the house… mostly DIY, which at least has felt productive. Yeah, I suck at routines and discipline.
As I’ve mentioned several times on this blog, there are lots of things I dislike about the 12 Steps. However, overall, I still feel it’s beneficial for me. So I’m going to keep going.
It’s a little over 3 weeks since I cold-turkeyed from Fluoxetine. This is precisely the timeframe where I might expect to feel the withdrawal effects on my moods and emotions.
I’m certainly feeling emotions more strongly now. The other day, I nearly cried while listening to some emotive music – that’s not happened to me for years.
Recently, I’ve been really struggling to establish a good routine with diet, exercise and sleep. Again!
I know those 3 factors are very important for my mental health. When I consume too much sugar, don’t get enough exercise and keep staying up into the early hours of the morning, it’s an almost guaranteed recipe for worsening mental health.
Last night I had a bad dream which repeated many elements of another disturbing dream I had recently.
I was in London and wanted to get home. “Home” in my dream was Hampshire, where I grew up. It’s westwards from London. But I got on the wrong train and accidentally headed North. I didn’t even realise I was on the wrong train until the train was outside London.
Once I realised, I got off at the next stop and planned how I would get back to Hampshire. It was going to take forever.
I would also need to walk through a place where I knew a lot of old acquaintances would be using drugs. It would be hard for me to resist.
This morning I’ve been trying to work out if the dream holds any significant meaning. What is it trying to tell me?
I find it alarming if my unconscious thinks that going North is/was a mistake. My wife and I moved North 9 years ago. Sure, we’ve had some difficulties, and it’s been tough for me being socially isolated (I’ve not made much effort to make new friends locally).
However, I can’t stress this enough: I have zero regrets about moving to Yorkshire. I love it here. My hometown holds a lot of painful memories for me and I have no inclination to return.
I’m 100% committed to my wife. My intention is that we’re going to be together until we die.
Moving North was very much NOT a mistake. So, what else could the dream mean?
Perhaps it simply means I’ve been heading in the wrong direction recently. Maybe I’ve been spending way too much time being obsessed with DIY when really it would be wiser to get stuck into NA meetings and stepwork.
Or perhaps the dream holds no meaning at all and I’m too eager to read something into it.
Maybe I should just “collapse the house of cards” – remove all sense of meaning and interpretation from these recent events. Maybe I need to get back to my “being mode” – experiencing life as it is, mindfully, without layering on so much meaning, which only exists inside my own head.
Practical steps I can start taking immediately to wrestle control of my life away from any impending depression:
- Remember that nothing holds any meaning unless I decide it does. That immediately reduces any emotional valency.
- Get busy. Do some DIY or something productive. Be mindful whilst doing this.
- Exercise, eat better today, get a good night’s sleep tonight.
- Listen to my favourite music.
- Be kind to myself.
- Reach out to my NA sponsor. I’ll chat with him at 3pm today.
- Get stuck in to working Step 2 this weekend.
- Cry if I really need to. Don’t bottle up emotion, but equally don’t wallow in it.
- Remind myself I’m on the right path, despite what the dream might suggest.
- I just felt this list should have 10 items and not 9. LOL.