Panic. It’s this weird overwhelming anxiety thing and it feels like there’s something squeezing me to death from the inside. I can’t breathe right and I want to run away, even out of my own skin.
I don’t like panicking. It’s really not fun, but it does happen unfortunately often. The anxiety also causes migraines, which I know I’ve mentioned before, so it makes for an altogether not-so-fun day or days…depending on how long that impending doom feeling and the aftermath lasts.
Why does that matter at all?
Over time, I’ve sort of figured out that if I can do something with my hands, I’m usually distracted enough that I can remain calm. Logan even bought me a spinning ring so I can fiddle with it when I get stressed in public.
Even better, I’ve found that the best way to help manage that suffocating, choking, crushing feeling is to do something productive. Sure, taking naproxen like my neurologist suggested does knock off the edge a bit, but it doesn’t actually help me manage it.
But! Making something does. Putting something net positive and beautiful (or pretending it’s beautiful) out in the world helps to soothe those horrible nasty feelings. If I can keep my hands wrapped up in yarn and make a pretty scarf, I’m usually pretty content. If I’m using my hands to sew up a quilt, I at least have something to concentrate on.
I don’t know why but if my hands are occupied, my mind is too.
…so today, when I got a little overwhelmed out of nowhere, I made pretzels!
I don’t know why. I’ve never made them before. It just seemed like the thing to do. I’ve been wanting to get more into baking, so maybe that’s what prompted it.
Bonus: baking is much more tasty than yarn or fabric.