Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Thoughts After 3 Weeks on Medication

It's been a little quiet here. It's been a little quiet in my reading life. It's been a very quiet in my Scrivener document, where I write my novel. I have been laying low, for many reasons. One big one? I started medication for generalized anxiety disorder, and I've been sleeping. A lot.

I had a physical three weeks ago, and it happened to fall right in the middle of a Very Stressful Time. We had just accepted an offer on our house, and we had a small window of time to find a new home. You know, the home we expected to meet our family's needs for the next thirty years? That one. We needed to find it in a matter of weeks, while working full time with little to no childcare for ANY non work hours. Our family rhythms had also shifted in January, with Ben home during the day and working nights and Saturdays, and it was hard. Hard on the (bored) kids, hard on Ben and I. Add in evenings and weekends being dragged to look at houses where you weren't allowed to touch anything, and our family was...raw. Snapping at each other. We were in survival mode.

What a beautiful problem to have, right? Touring potential new homes? I don't fail to recognize that only privilege of a special kind can turn this opportunity into something to be endured. House worries were not my only anxiety, though. Over a stretch of several months, I had found myself getting into something that I would describe as "thought loops." I would say something at work or write something on the internet and then obsess over my wording, terrified that I had offended someone or that my words would be taken the wrong way. I would think of a possible worse-case scenario involving one of my students, and then perseverate on it until I had to hide my phone so I wouldn't call and check with parents at three in the morning. For all my talking about myself, I'm a terrible self-reflector, but I'm fairly certain these were recent personality developments. I used to be good at shrugging things off, or at least as good as the average citizen. These new worrying behaviors were making me miserable.

So at this well-timed physical, I checked off "nervousness" on the form where you talk about recent symptoms. The chatty nurse came back to the room with another mental health form, rolling her eyes. "Sorry, but you checked off one of the no nos, so you have to fill this one out. Circle all zeros and they'll leave you alone." Yeesh. I answered honestly, marking off how many times in the last month my nervousness had made me feel sad or unmotivated, how often I was unable to stop thinking about something upsetting, how often I had mood swings. When my doctor came in, she read the form, checked her schedule, and said that because she had no appointments after me, we were tackling this today. We talked about coping strategies, meditation, regular physical exercise, and therapy, all things that I have tried and some of which had been extremely helpful to me in the past. Very quickly, though, we arrived at medication, and I was surprised at how easily it was brought up an how much it was encouraged. I thought she would push other methods of handling my anxiety and ask me to come back. The thing that really got me was her description of it as a tool that could get you through tough times (house buying, legal paperwork, moving with toddlers?) and her insistence that we could constantly revisit whether I wanted to stay on it.

I left with a birth control renewal, a directive to take a women's one-a-day, and a prescription for an anti-anxiety medication.

This was about a month ago, and things have changed. In fact, it is a whole new world in our family. This new medication has altered our home life in a way that I could not predict. See, I knew my worries were making me upset, but I had no idea how much they affected my moods. Whenever I am scared or unsure, my knee jerk reaction is to get mad- I've been this way my whole life. So when I was worried a lot, I was mad a lot. When I am mad in public, I tamp it down. I am a Libra, a diplomat, and I make sure everyone is happy. When I am mad at home, my anger is loud and quick and huge. No one outside of my family is privy to the way I can fall apart when I lose my temper. It's big. Big decisions make me fight or shut down altogether. Until now.

A week or so into my new med, Ben and I had to decide what offer to put in on a house that we were fairly certain was The One and The Only One For Us. Ben wanted to offer low, very low, figuring that the house needed a lot of work and it was the opening of negotiations. I felt that we were buying someone's family home and I didn't want to insult the owners. We went back and forth, explaining our sides. I was nervous, but Ben insisted, "They'll just counteroffer! This is the right move."  I nodded. "Okay." He looked at me weird. It took him three more cautious days to admit it, but he told me, "I've known you for 12 years, and you have never stopped in the middle of an disagreement with an 'okay.' In fact, the entire process of putting in that offer would have caused huge blowouts a month ago." I realized he was right. Moving into our first home had been incredibly stressful, resulting in huge fights that I am humiliated to recall. My fear and worry about the big changes in our lives had translated into little microbursts of rage. I was blamed "my temper." I never ever realized that medicine could affect these unpleasant emotions that I just figured were an unwelcome part of my personality.

In the past month, I cannot recall one single outburst that felt like a loss of control. I have been able to face challenges and stressful scheduling and minor family emergencies without spiralling and taking out on my husband or berating myself mentally. It has been truly life changing.

I don't want to sugarcoat this experience. There have definitely been drawbacks. As the medicine builds up in my system, I can feel myself getting more and more sleepy during daytime hours. I'm a person who has always loved waking up early, but in the past month, that has gotten harder and harder. Sometimes my eyelids flutter shut even as I'm drinking my coffee. I've had an incredibly difficult time getting to the gym in the evening, which used to happen at least three times a week- these days, I'm just too tired, even with extra sleep in the morning. The gym is my number one reading time, so as that time has dropped away, so has my interaction with books, something that greatly improves my mental health. I've had trouble getting into any book lately, and I can't tell if that's because of the medicine or just where I'm at right now. And my writing has taken a huge hit. I can usually sit and have a post come flying out of my fingertips, edit it up and have it published within an hour. This post has taken me three days four days a solid week to write, not because I'm unsure about sharing, but...sentences are harder to find. Words are more jumbled. And it's easier to just save what I have and drift away, where leaving a post unfinished used to really bother me.

The best way I can describe it is that everything feels like it's turned down. Like before I was at eleven, and someone clicked me back to five. 

There are ways to tweak this. I have an appointment tomorrow to discuss my progress on the drug and I am going to ask if I can try a lower dosage. I can also flex my willpower muscles a little more for the things that are truly important to me. I used to use my willpower to try and keep from blowing up over little things. If I failed, I yelled at my family. If this new normal means I exercise willpower to keep my hobbies in my life, and failure means a missed day of writing or one less chapter of a book, my more pleasant home life is worth it. For my husband and my kids and myself.

I want to make sure to stress that I am not a doctor and I am SURE that this course is not the best for everyone. This is definitely not a tacit endorsement of medication for all. It's a little spooky to realize that a small pill has so much control over my life and my emotions, but for me, it's also comforting to have help quieting a part of me that keeps me from feeling like the woman I want to be. I may not feel this way forever, but my doctor assured me that the conversation about whether this is the best for me is always open, and that, too, is comforting. 

I've always shared about my health on this blog, mostly because I overshare and talking about myself is one of my favorite hobbies. I also felt drawn to write this down after reading this great piece by Veronica Roth, a popular YA author who shared her story to encourage others who are struggling with mental health. Nothing is too small or silly to go unnoted- talk to your doctor about how you're feeling. If they dismiss your concerns, find another doctor. I have built a really special relationship with my primary care provider by being blunt even when it's uncomfortable, and she, in turn, listens to me and guides me. I trust her.  If your doctor doesn't make you feel safe and cared for, find another. You deserve a positive health care experience, no matter who you are or what symptoms you're struggling with. 

I would be happy to answer any questions you have about my personal situation, building a relationship with a health care provider, or anything at all that crosses your mind. Take care of yourselves as best you can, accept help whenever you want to, and never let anyone question the way you choose to live in your glorious body.

Some links for further reading:

http://fatfriendlydocs.com/ A list of fat friendly doctors listed by state and region, a great starting point for finding an open minded health care professional.

https://findtreatment.samhsa.gov/  Behavioral Health Treatment Services Locator- completely anonymous, let's you find the help you need in your area.

Both of the above links are from the indispensable resources page put together by The Militant Baker

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Conflicting Messages I Have Received as a Female

This isn't to say that any of these messages are good or bad by definition, but just to point out that they are all coming at us pretty much constantly. I am a person who attaches myself quite strongly to the last reasonable thing I've heard or discovered, which is a mentally dangerous way to live in this information age. Realizing the volume of the directives that we are bombarded with is the first step in sifting through all this information and seeing what needs to be discarded, what needs to be considered, and what needs to be become our truth. 

How do we sort through it all? If you have any ideas, please tell me. I hope none of the tips contradict each other, my head might explode.

Here is an incomplete list of conflicting messages I have received as a female:

BE GOOD (starts the earliest, is the loudest, has no clear definition)
Be subversive
Dress for the season
Dress for your comfort
Dress for the job you want
Dress for the social occasion 
Be kind
Speak your mind
Say what you mean
Be a proud giver of zero fucks
Think about how your words will effect others 
Be strong
Be sweet
Stay soft
Eat the damn cupcake
Treat your body like a temple
Eat good foods that make you feel good
Try to be better than you were before
You are already enough
Try harder
Forgive yourself
Your family comes first
You come first
Working moms have it harder
Stay-at-home moms have it harder
Women can have it all
"Having it all" is impossible
Share everything about yourself
Share a little bit about yourself (no TMI, please)
Share nothing about yourself
Fat is beautiful
Fat is disgusting
Fat is normal
Fat is always unhealthy
Fat is sometimes unhealthy
Be proud of your fat
Get rid of your fat
You are gross
You are a goddess
Buy these things to simplify your life
Throw out these things to simplify your life
Let the house be dirty, enjoy your family
A clean house is a sign of an organized mind
Spend more time with your girlfriends
Spend more time with your husband
Spend more time with your children
Spend more time alone
Make your family proud
Make your community proud
Don't do things to make other people happy
Sexuality is fluid
Sexuality is rigid 
Sexuality should be destigmatized
Sexuality should not be discussed
Be more spiritual
Be more logical
Trust something bigger
Trust in yourself
Listen more
Pare down your influences
Look around
Look inward
Down with the patriarchy 
Feminism is man-hating
Men are worthless
Women are worthless
The world is full of serious problems
The world is fine, calm down
Chill out
Get mad 
Be yourself (?????)

WTF. Anything I missed?

*A note: these are just messages I've picked up on as a white, middle class lady. My privilege protects me from the more pointed and negative missives that people of color, people who live in poverty, and people in other marginalized groups have to deal with on a daily basis, which is an entire other cluster of terrible.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Coffee & Blogs No. 26

Hey pretties. How have you been? I am living the high life on April Vacation, which means reading in play cafes and parks and working on my summer outfit (I shared the details on Facebook, but spoiler: running shorts or yoga pants, cool tshirt, unwashed hair). This is my practice run for summer in general. I'm hoping to get our family on a good schedule, and I'm planning to hire a sitter at least once a week so I can get some writing done. This prospect exhilarates me.

I have 1000 links to share with you, which is due to a slight tweak in my blog consumption. I realized recently that my reader (I use Feedly) was pared down to really specific interests: I was following a bunch of book blogs, one or two astrology blogs, and a few social justice sites. My tumblr was similarly stacked, and my Twitter feed was causing me a huge level of anxiety, as I was pretty much ONLY following a large number of activists.  All these things are important, and I'm learning a ton by really monitoring what media I expose myself to, and seeking out voices that I wouldn't normally hear. That being said, I was kind of depressed. I needed to add in a little filler, for my own mental health. There is nothing wrong with reading about the lack of representation for people of color in young adult literature, and there is nothing wrong with reading an image heavy post about how someone is painting their sunroom aqua and sourcing vintage fabrics for couch cushions. Without further ado:

Making friendships online is something I've been really fascinated with over the past few months. I've been meeting new people through Instagram, Camp NaNoWriMo, and other contributors to Book Riot, and some of my best friends on the internet are people I've met through blogging (Hi, Molly!). At first I thought it was a recent thing, but thanks to fanfiction and Livejournal, I had friends all over the world in the early 00's. This article about embracing online friendships is what brought me back to following A Beautiful Mess, one of my first blog follows way back when.

This. The Caucasian's Guide to Talking About Race. Needs no further elaboration, because honestly, as a mostly straight white person, my biggest job right now is to listen (and read, and share.)

Rookie was the smartest add to my blog reader- they post A TON of articles, but I've found mostly gems in the tide. Even though April is half over, these horoscopes are still worth sharing.

Aerie screwed up with this April Fools' Joke mocking body positivity for men. It should not be surprising that I have a crush on the first and last guy pictured.

Calm, rational advice for handling the panic-inducing experience of seeing someone else crying in public. I'm constantly trying to to cultivate life skills that make me nicer and less awkward in the wild, and this is perfect.

This article about early internet faves TOOK ME BACK. The comments are even better (The Toast is easily my favorite place to read comments) and below is my favorite.
When I was maybe fourteen I used to frequent a forum for teen parents, in the guise of Dan and Lissy, two teen parents. I posted about their pregnancy and eventually their son Henry.

"I kept track of Lissy's pregnancy with weekly email newsletters, found them an apartment from a newspaper classified ad, made them a budget and even somehow signed them up for coupons. For years afterward, my parents received mail for Dan and Lissy, such as information on joining the Army and free samples of formula."

I spent a period of time last month obsessed with articles about time management. This is one of my favorite ways to avoid actually managing my time. Ask MetaFilter is one of my favorite places for advice. Procrastinate by reading about productivity here, here, and here.
On writing as a hobby, your novel as a "side thing," and the embarrassment of calling yourself a writer when you feel like no one is ever going to read your book. This is something I've been feeling viscerally lately, especially as I've started following lots of indie authors and agents/publishers on Twitter and seeing people celebrate their "book birthdays." I hear a loud clear voice say "How conceited that you would think that would ever be you." I'm scared to try for it because failure is a very real possibility and I hate doing anything hard/risky. But that's kind of pathetic, so I'm working on it.  Nova Ren Suma wrote this beautiful essay about her "prepublished" life, and this interview with Rainbow Rowell was very encouraging to me. The below quote especially hit me in the heartsores.

"And also – this is absolute truth I’m about to drop, and not a joke – if you want to write books, and you’re not rich, something else has to give. For me, it was cleaning. I had two kids and a more-than-full-time job when I wrote my first three books. I never, ever, ever would have finished if I didn’t let the house go. We didn’t live in our own filth – we still did dishes and laundry — and my husband (who also worked) took on most of it.


I just decided that I would look back and regret not being present in my kids’ lives. And I would regret never trying to write a novel. But I wouldn’t regret living out of laundry baskets."

Inexpensive (or free!) ways to treat yourself via Yes and Yes: here and here.


I finished Gilmore Girls. It is the first show I have watched completely from episode 1 to the finale. Ever. I am now SUPER curious/excited for the revival. I also started Supernatural, and so far it reminds me of a sexy Xfiles that makes me scared to sleep on the couch unless Ben is out here, too.

Currently reading: THE GIRL FROM EVERYWHERE by Heidi Heiling, MORE HAPPY THAN NOT by Adam Silvera, and about to start REBEL OF THE SANDS by Alwyn Hamilton. I also have a towering stack of YA with make out scenes to scan for my next article. Fav makeout scene you'd like to share?!

I am having the hardest time finishing Notorious RBG, our March #beyourownbookclub pick. I definitely think it's the format- this is a highly visual book, and the Kindle is not it's best venue. It's not almost the end of April, so I'm obviously way behind on our picks, but I'm hoping to start fresh in May. Suggestions are welcome!

That's all for now, friends! Keep up the good work.

(image credits 1, 2, 3)