Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Racing Through the Fog


No stranger am I to racing thoughts. Now that my deep depression has slightly begun to lift, like the fog after a misty night, my mind begins to shift gears.  Thoughts conjure up ideas: list after list of all the things I want to do, all the new projects,  things I'd like to make, read, watch, and of course all the projects I have started in the past and not finished also resurface. And It doesn't just stop there with the simple thoughts - I go into what I call my research and gather mode; I search the internet and books for potential patterns and pull out ones  I've previously saved in my many folders hidden away. Something is amiss, but I struggle with the pounding thoughts that feed on my need to create. I begin to take stock of supplies I have on hand and make lists, many lists of what I need to purchase. Then there's the books to read and movies to watch - I explore the possibilities as if they are the most important things I need to accomplish. There is an urgency and I am on overdrive; tending  to talk incessantly, jumping from one subject to another, to another and still, another. There is no focal point; no one thing I can grasp at any given moment.  



My husband is keen at recognizing my shift in mood and the telltale signs of my rapid speech and subject jumping. He is like a beacon in the lingering fog and warns me to slow down. But it is hard with pressured speech; It is mind-boggling and feels like I could burst if I don't talk.  Normally, I do not realize my behavior except at times, I talk and talk,  just to  roll on totally different topics, wondering  what on earth I had originally been talking about, my mind pausing, searching for the point I was trying to make just moments ago. Somehow, I believe that the subjects may  have a connection, some common denominator unbeknownst to me. It is frustrating and a struggle when my mind cannot find quiet.  It is very  hard to reign in my ever whirling thoughts  and speech. This all causes confusion , frustration, lack of concentration, embarrassment,  and anxiety.
There are several coping skills I use to combat the constant revolving chatter. The main thing I do is try to distract myself. I love listening to audio books and I have found that even though at times , I have to backtrack due to my thoughts intervening, it helps quiet my scattered mind.  I also take walks, most often  listening to my book, keeping tabs on my gait and the scenery around me. I enjoy working puzzles, concentrating on the shapes and colors helps me to find some focus, which otherwise  is lacking.  I also have other endeavors:  craft and art activities, each requiring a certain degree of concentration.  There is counting stitches in crocheting, the feel of the brush in my hand and the colors of the paint, the hum of the sewing machine as the stitches climb the fabric , cooking, and baking, especially homemade breads - the smell of the yeast and the methodic kneading.  Furthermore, these useful  strategies can be the starting point to practicing mindfulness. It is basically paying attention in the present moment on purpose,  without judgment.   I may not be an expert, but a novice who continues to strive toward an inner calm, waiting for the fog to finally lift.



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