Tag / Positive Coping

by introvertontheinternet

Sexy Time?

Do you ever try and get down to have some sexy time with yourself?

Trail a hand up your leg.

Wee rub of the nips.

Just to feel a sadness like never before wash over your whole entire being.

“Maybe you should just kill yourself”-the thought gremlin in your head whispers.

“Nah”-I say.- “I just wanted a wee bit of sexy time to make me feel okay, good even…I’m not gonna kill myself over that, that’s stupid”.

“Maybe you should kill yourself because you’re so far behind in life-everyone else has put down the weed and is getting on with their life. You need to get a grip”-the thought gremlin muttered again.

“Objectively that’s not true”. 

“You’re lying to me to make me feel bad”. 

“I know, and you used to listen”.- The thought gremlin grumbled indignantly.

“You still hurt my feelings that’s for sure”, I said as I looked down at its impatient face, all puckered like in the perpetual state of sucking on a lemon. “I probably shouldn’t tell you that but you do. You’re so good at hurting my feelings-it’s a real talent you’ve got, somewhere between the gift of the gab and schoolyard bully. You could really help people if you flipped your intentions about. -So like I say, you’re really good at hurting my feelings still but I know now, that you’re talking shit”.

“I know now that when you go out of your way to bring me down, you’re trying to superficially gas yourself up, to give yourself energy. Your trying to puff yourself up with all the satisfaction of my pain to make yourself seem and feel like a massive fee-fi-fo-thumb giant when in actual fact you’ll never be anything more than an angry little thought gremlin shaking in it’s silly little twirly pointed boots, barely reaching head height to my knees”.

“Objectively, and subjectively, -even though my brain hasn’t fully recalibrated with what that means, currently- I don’t know how anyone else copes with life when met with the lows and the stillness of perceived stagnation. I just don’t. And neither do you, you silly little full of shit thought gremlin. You like to speculate and make up random shit to fill in the blanks of unknown. But really you don’t know and neither do I. And neither does anyone else”.

“Everybody’s fighting a battle unknown, one where their methods of survival and cope are varied and valid. I don’t deserve judgement for that as much as the next person. Who are you to judge mine? Who am I to judge mine? We’re all just trying our best. In a world full of veneers, the least we deserve is to be able to cope in peace without internal interrogation systems of shame running rampant in our minds”.

“So, little full-of-shit thought gremlin I think you should kindly take your leave from me. You can come back once you’ve worked out how to speak with kindness instead of with hate and malice”.

by introvertontheinternet

The Virus

An unseen beast,

it stalks its prey.

So small and invisible,

hard to believe,

there’s a chance it could be deadly.

Wash your hands and stay inside,

your only protector.

Beware the unseen hunter.

Protect the old

and protect the young.

Protect the sick,

and the healthy too.

But even then,

your not certain to be safe.

Beware the unseen beast.

******

I wrote this the other day while out on one of my state-sanctioned hour long walks, while trying to get some semblance of meditation done. I’d stopped by a bit of water and was sitting watching swans and ducks bob by, wondering what their lives were like and what they were thinking, when the first few lines popped into my head and I just went with it from there.

I haven’t written on here, or anywhere else for that matter, in a long time because my perfectionism has been really bad and I’ve been terrified that everything I produced would be shite. That because my blog isn’t really the best looking aesthetically and because I don’t really know how to use WordPress or any website builder type thingy merjig, I was just wasting my time even trying.

But I know now that these are lies.

Sure, I find all this wordpress/blog building stuff really confusing and I feel like a total tube, cause I feel like I should know how to do it, but theres no reason why I can’t learn.

And so what if it’s shite, I can always learn from my mistakes and make it better.

My head likes to lie to me, it likes it wrap me in a tight blanket of self doubt and self hate and even though it feels so warm and familiar….it’s suffocating and today I say, no more.

I hope y’all are having a wonderful evening, night, day or afternoon! 😁

Remember to stay inside and stay safe, or stay protected and vigilant if staying inside isn’t an option 💪🏻❤️

This is the view I had while writing ‘The Virus’,
I hope you enjoyed it 🙂

by introvertontheinternet

Anxiety

Anxiety.

Anxious.

I try not to be.

Be reasonable,

there’s nothing to be afraid of.

Just people.

People aren’t scary.

My heartbeat says otherwise.

There’s nothing to be afraid of.

I can’t stop sweating,

I can see and hear everything.

Hyperaware…..that’s what it’s called.

I think I’m going to be sick.

No need to be afraid, I tell myself.

But, everything else is telling me otherwise.

I feel like crying.

Like disappearing,

going into my house and never leaving.

******

I wrote this at LGBT group last night, as part of a poetry workshop.

I was feeling really anxious, as you can probably tell by le poem, so I just wrote what I was feeling in that moment, my physical responses and thought processes.

I didn’t think it was that great….pretty shit actually but when I shared it, I had a pretty positive response. Some people said that they could relate to it, which actually felt really good. It sounds weird….but a lot of the time my anxiety makes me feel really alone and hearing that others can relate makes me feel like less of a lone shaking leaf.

Obviously, I know that other people experience anxiety but because it’s not always obvious and fairly easy to hide, it’s really easy to feel like the only one.

Especially when Niagara Falls levels of sweat is rolling down my back and I feel like I’m going to start screaming from the stress, ‘The Grinch tries yoga’ style.

So, I’m sharing this today, in hopes of helping someone else feel a little less alone.

I hope y’all are having a wonderful day, hopefully not filled with anxiety.

If you are struggling (with anxiety, or anything), here are some healthy coping mechanisms, especially for if your out and about:

  • Listening to music
  • Practising mindfulness techniques, like the 5 senses exercise (focus on 1 thing you can taste, 2 things you can smell, 3 things you can hear, 4 things you can feel (touch) and 5 things you can see)~I actually use this one a lot and it’s really helpful. It can also be really good for developing your dream lucidity abilities, if your interested in that kind of thing. Another mindfulness technique that I find really helpful is ‘The Colour Game’. It works best if you do it with another person but you can also do it alone. Basically, all you do is: say colours that you see aloud, but different colours from the other person, kinda batting colours back and forth. Like eye spy but only with colours-at first-and no guessing. Eventually your going to run out of colours~you might be saddened like I was, realising that due to our limited human vision (in the majority) there’s not nearly enough colours to satisfy~but fear not, now you can move on to everything else you can see, making this technique very much eye spy without the guessing.
  • Having an object which you can hold and feel, in order to feel grounded. An example of what this might be and what to do is: A pebble; which you can hold in your palm, focusing on it’s weight and how it feels against your skin.
  • Writing down how you feel~writing my poem actually helped to release a lot of the stress I was feeling at the time. It can be in any form; a poem, a song, a rap….random words scattered on a page. And it doesn’t have to make sense, just let your words be free.