Merrily Panicked

Merry Christmas, friends! I know this year has been a tough one, but I hope that you are finding some peace and joy in the next couple of days.

It happens every year…I gripe about the Arizona summer temperatures, anxiously await Halloween, and then boom, it’s Christmas Eve. I don’t understand why the year seemingly drags on, and then is in fast forward after Halloween. What I do understand, is that just like every other year, it is suddenly Christmas Eve and I am fighting with all my might to not have a meltdown. Don’t get me wrong, I love the get-togethers on Christmas Eve and Day, but the time crunch of it all definitely adds to my stress and anxiety. Thanks to bad pain days, functional Dystonia, and (let’s face it) my inner procrastinator, I am left scrambling tonight to finish wrapping gifts, wishing I had made more homemade gifts, and baking cookies for Santa with the kids. I’m trying to decide when would be the best time to shower. I’m contemplating skipping a dose of my meds so I don’t sleep in too late. I’ve considered taking it earlier, but if I do, it will make me tired and there’s just too much to do. We’re on a time schedule to get to family’s house in the morning, which means we need to wake up early in order to not be rushed through our Christmas at home. I know these things I’m stressing over may not seem like a huge deal, but for me they are overwhelming. I can feel a dystonic episode brewing and I am praying it stays at bay. I’m a bit like a computer…too many commands and I’m bound to freeze up and shut down. This is also problematic when it comes to get-togethers. The multiple conversations taking place in one room, the crinkling of wrapping paper being ripped away, and any type of background noise…it’s a complete sensory overload. Sensory overload, equals lights on, no one is home.

Well, I better get back to the ‘to-do’ list before I short circuit; I’ve already spent more time on this post than I alloted myself.

Wishing you all a wonderful, joy filled, safe, and stress free holiday. God bless.

With love,

J♡

The Spam I Received Tonight…Grrr

Hello, dear friends! Beware, there is an ass-hat on the loose. If you receive anything from me (comments, etc.) that seem out of character, please reach out and let me know. I received an email through my contact page tonight that I am not happy about. This is the first time I have had to deal with something like this since starting my blog. Have any of you received something similar? I’m sharing screenshots so you can see what I’m talking about.

To the lovely individual who sent this to me, there are some things you should know:

  1. My site/”business” doesn’t generate any money.
  2. I’m fairly certain my net worth is a negative number, so good luck with that.
  3. I have documented everything.
  4. You have been reported.
  5. Please find a better way to spend your time.

To my friends, be well!

With love,

J♡

I Screwed Up Dinner and Then Some

Needless to say, November started terribly. Add that to the rest of the year and it’s a recipe for an emotional storm. If you’ve been with me a while, you know that my body does not respond well to heightened emotions. Depression, check. Fibro flare, check. Psychogenic Dystonia episodes (attacks, as I call them), check. These attacks are bound to happen; I’m not shocked when they do occur. They do however, still hold that element of surprise. Where will I be when it begins? What will I be doing? How long will it last? Which body parts will be affected? Wednesday gifted me with not one, but two episodes. Luckily, I felt them coming and got myself to a safe place. They also didn’t last very long, which I was thankful for. When my mom learned of Wednesday’s episodes, she said I had reached my limit for the week and wasn’t allowed any more. Well, I must be an overachiever because on Thursday I had another one. If this is your first time reading my blog, I have a strange sense of humor and sarcasm; just roll with it.

Cue dinnertime. My husband and I were making tacos and chimichangas. Bellies grumbling, this was going to be a delicious and satisfying meal. Everything was ready, and the oil in the pan was hot, ready to magically turn burritos into chimichangas. The picky eaters (kiddos) had already eaten. My husband had warmed up his tortilla and layered his ingredients when I heard him ask, “aren’t you going to warm your tortilla?”. I wanted to answer, but I couldn’t. I responded in my head, but could not get the words out. Our backs were to each other as I was at the counter opposite of the stove. I was midway through closing the bag of tortillas when I just froze. At that particular moment, my body said I’m done and I guess I didn’t get a say in the matter. I really feel like I should be a part of these major decisions. Once my husband had asked a couple times what was wrong and got no response, he did his best to help me. I am used to the episodes that cause my muscles to tighten and contort me however they see fit, but this one was different. I just stopped, stared off, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. My arms may have well been cooked spaghetti noodles. I couldn’t lift them, couldn’t grab my plate, couldn’t hug my daughter back as she offered comfort. It was frustrating to say the least. Slowly I regained my words and I did manage with my husband’s help, to get my feet moving. I shuffled back and forth in the kitchen in hopes that maybe some muscle memory would kick in. Nothing. Back to the counter. I asked to have my arms lifted and rest on the counter so I could concentrate on making my hands and arms do something, anything. I attempted to lift my hand. I felt muscles tighten, but they were the wrong ones. What I got instead was a tight upper arm and an elbow that felt glued to the counter and still nothing from my hand. The more my husband tried to help and the more I tried to concentrate on getting body parts to cooperate, the more my upper body tightened. I told my husband to finish cooking his food and eat without me. Being the sweetheart he is, he insisted on waiting for me. I felt bad that his food was getting soggy the longer it sat. Everything else on the stove was cooling down. The oil in the pan was burning and needed to be turned off. Back to shuffling around the kitchen. Then, the familiar muscle tightening I’m used to. Feet together, legs straight, jaw pulling to one side, my husband had to pick me up and carry me to the couch. The whole attack lasted about an hour. I had ruined a great dinner, later evident by the not so fresh taste of the food. Other than the grumble in my belly, all I could seem to focus on during that time, were the negative thoughts swishing around in my mind. I’m a burden. I mess up good things. It’s not fair that my husband has to deal with this. What if I’m the cause of his stress? He probably wishes he had never met me. It’s only a matter of time before he leaves. Does he feel obligated to stay? He resents me. The kids shouldn’t have to take care of me or watch this. Are they going to have the same issues? Is this going to be how they remember me someday? I suppose I have anxiety and depression to thank for all the intrusive thoughts. They are the salt poured into an open wound. As I type this, I know that most of those thoughts are not things I need worry about; at least I hope that is the case. Yet, they still linger at the back of my mind, just waiting for depression and anxiety to open the gates and allow them to overwhelm me.

I know I have no right to complain, but some moments really make me question why I can’t just be normal. I know I need to trust God’s timing and purpose for me. I hope that I am not disappointing Him each time my head fills with so much negativity.

I hope all of you are doing well. Sending hugs.

With love,

J♡

Type, Erase, Repeat

Type the title. Erase it. Type a new title, erase it and start typing a paragraph; I’ll think of a title after. Erase my three sentences and close the app. Stand at stare at my craft things. Pick up a canvas and put it back. Open WordPress, repeat the actions I did earlier. Decide to try macrame; it turns out terrible. Open WordPress once again.

I’m struggling tonight to find that creative and happy side of myself. Maybe it’s not just tonight; I’ve been feeling this way for days. I don’t know if it is the increase in negativity I’m seeing among people, stress over personal issues, or my meds aren’t doing their job properly. Maybe it’s a combination. Whatever the case, I don’t like it. I am feeling very meh. I know how quickly for me meh can turn into just existing. For those that have been with me a while, you know that is not a place I wish to go. I have an appointment with the neurologist on Wednesday and I plan to ask him about increasing the dose of my antidepressants. I thought the combination I’m on was working pretty well, but maybe not so much. Perhaps now would be a good time to ask my family what they have observed?

There’s a ton of thoughts navigating through my brain and feelings that I would like to express. I just can’t seem to get them out at the moment, but I thought I should at least write something so I don’t slip back into the bad habit of not writing for weeks on end. That said, I wish you all a wonderful weekend. Hugs.

With love,

J♡

Accepting Limitations

When pain exists every day, I can almost guarantee that any extra activity is going to exacerbate symptoms. Shoot, some days taking a shower is considered over-doing it. This is just from chronic low back pain and my dear frienemy, fibromyalgia. Add in confused sweat glands (autonomic neuropathy) and a heart that likes beating too fast (POTS), and I’m potentially a disaster waiting to happen. I know that if I overdo it, I will be completely wiped out. I’ve also learned that my psychogenic dystonia episodes are more likely to kick me in the butt if I do too much. It’s not just the mental stress that brings about episodes; when my body is physically stressed, it says okay, we’re shutting down now. Except, maybe I’m more like a robot that glitches before it powers down. After all, I do have a battery and several screws in my body…

Back to my point…I’m learning to accept that I need to take breaks and to cut myself some slack when I don’t accomplish what I intended. For example, the other day I was bouncing between laundry, cleaning the kitchen and other chores. My son said, “Mommy, you’re doing a really good job, but you need to stop and relax the rest of the day. You’ve done too much the last couple of days. Stop before you have an episode”. Well, I partially took his advice. I continued to do a couple more chores and then relaxed. The kid is pretty wise, because sure enough later that night, I had an episode and oh was it a doozy. I was coming in from the garage and as I reached the door, I just stopped in a lights on, no one is home kind of way. Once I had my focus back, I tried to take a step with my right foot. Instead of planting on the ground, my foot tightened, turned inward and that leg drew up towards my chest (maybe I’m a flamingo?). The more I tried to put it down, the further up it drew. My back, left hip and leg tightened in a way that twisted my posture. So there I was standing at the door, clinging to the door knob and the garage shelf, trying to figure out how I was going to get inside. Can I hop on one foot? Can I make it to the ground and try to crawl or scoot? These are terrible ideas. I opened the door the best I could without falling and hollered for my daughter because I figured she would hear me best (the boys were playing video games). She checked on me and ran to get my husband, who had to awkwardly carry and place statue me on the couch. By the time we reached the couch my hands and arms had tightened up and pulled inward too. I told my husband I would be fine and that I would just let it run it’s course. The muscles have to tire out eventually, and they did over an hour later. My family is really good about trying to help massage or trick the muscles into letting go, but they have to be careful as it can be extremely painful. Sometimes it is best to just leave them be. Needless to say, once everything relaxed I was extremely sore and exhausted. On the bright side, my daughter kept me company during the episode by watching my all-time favorite movie as a child, Labyrinth. Side note: she said it was good and she didn’t seem to mind me reciting the entire movie.

I have a long list of things I want to accomplish today, but I think I finally learned my lesson. Instead of trying to complete all my chores at once and then shut down, I’m forcing myself to take a break between each task. I’m using that break time to play a game on the computer, write this post, or anything else that will allow my mind and body to de-stress a bit. If I don’t complete my to-do list today, it’s okay; those things will still be there tomorrow.

I hope you are all having a wonderful week!

With love,

J♡


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A Small Fear

At some point roughly twelve years ago, things changed. My brain and body had a little meeting. I imagine it went something like this:

Brain: *sips coffee* I have an idea. Handling J’s stress the “normal” way is getting boring. What if we shake things up a bit?

Body: What kind of stress?

Brain: Any! Mental, physical. Shoot, even strong happy emotions! What do ya say?

Body: What do you have in mind?

Brain: We’re going to work together to make her muscles tighten up and move in ways she didn’t know was possible. We’ll call it Psychogenic Dystonia!

Body: I don’t know. What if she doesn’t like that? What if it causes problems for her?

Brain: It’ll be fine. She’ll learn to deal with it. Besides that, we’re in charge.

Body: Okay, I’m in.

*They cheers a cup of coffee*

The mind is a beautiful and powerful thing. Why mine really chose to handle stress the way it does, I do not know. I know that God is in control so I try not to let fears of uncertainty get to me, but there’s something that sits at the back of my mind. What if one day, my brain decides to switch things up again? What if it decides that a better coping mechanism would be to add other personalities, intrusive thoughts, or hallucinations? My heart goes out to all those with borderline personality disorder, schizophrenia, and all other mental health conditions. You are strong and amazing.

I’m giving this fear to God and will trust that He will be with me, no matter what kind of shenanigans my brain and body get into.

Be well, dear friends. Hugs to whoever needs one.

With love,

J♡

A Quick Poem About Parenting

It seems most of our days have been this way, this year. Thankfully, there’s only a week left of school.

Woke up late

Hair’s a mess

Spilled my coffee

Trying not to stress

Shuffle the kids

Out the door

A routine we’ve done

A hundred times before

They are tired and moody

As am I

Which of us

Will be the first to cry

It can’t be me

Have to stay strong

Set a good example

To break down is wrong


Thanks for reading.

With love,

J♡