June 27th was national PTSD awareness day, and naturally, I spent it having one of the best days I’ve had in an entire month. The day where awareness reached a national peak, I settled into the stories from others and the reality of it within myself.
June caused my anxiety to truly live, I’m not sure there’s any other way to explain it. I didn’t have an attack, it was just truly present. If you have anxiety, have you ever had that feeling? Anxiety just sort of sitting in your bones for weeks on end. Still, life, went on with and around me.
Now that this month is ending, I can be more open as the wave settles from under me a bit…
I did something a bit different: I was honest about it throughout the month. Normally, I have a tendency to move through high anxiety or PTSD triggered times internally. This month, when friends and family asked how I was doing, I would try to be as honest as I needed to be with myself and with them.
Mental health is nothing to be ashamed of, and yet, when I think about typing it, admitting that I go to therapy once a week, I practice breathing exercises, I often need to work out, be alone, keep busy, or all of the above at once, I can easily be led to believe that I am weak. And at the same time when I’m sorting through that falsity of weakness, others are often looking to me and asking me for strength and answers. Isn’t it funny how that works?
Being open about the ebbs and flows of anxiety and PTSD, or simply existing in it, is a sign of strength, and should be applauded. How was June for you? Do you have GAD or PTSD? If so, I’d love to hear how you’ve handled (or not), lately?
(photo and flowers by James’s Daughter Flowers)