On not getting anywhere.
I am in the throes of possibly the most insidious blogging block I have ever suffered. I could say it’s because my head is stuffed with packing tape and bubble wrap, which is true. But what little gray matter I have left is simmering with so much anxiety that nothing coherent or interesting can get through. I assume my increased anxiety level is because of the imminent move, although the specific fears and worries have little to do with the fact that we're leaving Brooklyn forever and ever OH GOD. Right now I’m pretty much afraid of whatever’s around. For instance, the other day I read an article about dog bites, and then tried not to imagine Henry getting bitten, and then failed at that because my imagination is really working at top efficiency these days. Like that. Except everything else, too.
So I’m not sure what to do. I could write about my anxiety, but it’s boring me to tears, so I can only imagine what it would do to you. It would be like someone writing about how they can’t stop running in a tight circle around their living room day in and day out, run run run run. “Hour 34: I continue to run. I’m still not getting anywhere.” This is pretty much what I’m doing these days. Aren’t you glad you came to check in?










April 3, 2006
Reader Comments (69)
Please keep in mind too, Alice, that as much as it can feel like the anxiety is a separate thing from the experience, sometimes it's part of a package everyone feels. As a very living-in-my-own-head person, I often forget that not everything is my own insanity playing out, but is considered by large parts of society to be par for the course. Somehow, that's reassuring. To me. And the other commenters bear it out in this case.
It got better the day after that. A lot better. Take heart, my dear.
i sometimes use blogging to vent.
i sometimes use it to distract myself. tell us a story that makes you smile and smile every time you think about it.
hey. i can't send you booze so this is the best i got ...
I was thinking "If the neighbor's pitbull rushed me and my daughter on the way home from the bus stop, I think I could at least toss her on top of a car...."
And I'm not even moving. At least you have an excuse and an end in sight for your anxiety.
Deep breaths. It's all good.
1. Brooklyn will still be there2. I'm not from NY, but isn't that a HAPPY thing?
Exercise: square breathing. It will occupy your mind and calm you down. Four counts in, hold four, out four, hold four. Good luck.
Pedometer? Check.Wine? Check.Chocolate? Check.Hand sanitizer? Check.
Just hang in there until I can get to the post office. ;)
I don't pretend to have all the answers and I know anxiety isn't so easily dismissed. What I have learned in dealing with mine is that the most useful technique for subverting it... is practice. I think ultimately this is the kind of advice you'd probably get from a therapist and it's cheaper and less prone to nasty withdrawals than the drugs.
But how is Henry handling the changes? I've been wondering about that little guy; he reminds me so much of my oldest.
We are all looking forward to the pictures you will post of your new house once you are moved in and start decorating.
I usually find it helpful to micro-focus when I get so wound up that I can't think. Like, on your to-do list for the day, you should include all your usual daily tasks: Brush teeth? Check! Do dishes? Check! Eat lunch? Check! See? Look how much you've accomplished already!
Hang in there - once you are in your house and settled, I have a feeling the waters will calm for you.