Learning how to stop

My head is full, too full. Full to the extent that getting to sleep is getting harder and I’m struggling to process the day to day demands that I know I should manage. It’s full to the extent that things I would normally take in my stride are bothering me and I’m so tired I slept 13 hours last night, something I haven’t needed to do for a long time.

I also keep ‘writing’ things in my head. I don’t quite know how else to describe it when my head gets full or I have something going on that I’m struggling to process I basically start writing it down in my head, it’s half effective. When I write I always seem to address an imaginary audience. For as long as I can remember it has been how I think, as though, I’m talking to someone else, and having never discussed this with anyone before I have no idea if this is the same for other people too. But for me, it works. As for thought writing, it is a semi-effective method of organizing my thoughts until I am able to get them down properly.

I have been doing this for a while now, knowing I need to write but never quite finding the time or admitting to myself the urgency of it, I don’t always like the way I think or handle things, the way worrying and fretting and overthinking is an intrinsic part of my nature. I have been told to stop worrying a lot lately but I really don’t know how to. I stop worrying by rationalizing, by making myself take a step back and think things through, it’s not a particularly natural process, and a lot of effort goes into it. Especially when it involves interactions with other people as my source of worry. And when I’m tired I find it almost impossible.

And that’s been the problem, too much in my head and being too tired to deal with it properly. At the moment when I look at my wall calnader, it is FULL. Like the fullest it has ever been and in some ways this is exciting, I leave the country for 5 months in May, a trip that I have been planning for as long as I have felt able to plan things. And after 4 years of Chronic Fatigue being able to plan and trip like this is amazing, it’s also really scary.

For the past four and a half years my life has been within quite strict constraints. At times I have felt like a prisoner, unable to get away from an illness that is holding me back. There has been little to really excite me or celebrate, writing my novel being the biggest and best thing and finally being well enough to work again being the other. But now I am able to leave the cocoon of the last 4 years and do something I have been dreaming of forever it seems. I get to travel properly, on my own, doing what I want to do. And just the thought of it is amazing, but the compulsive planning, googling, budgeting and sleep stopping daydreaming is less so.

And when I’m not planning I’m working, 4 days a week for a long time has been fine, but I’m also coming up to my driving test and so have lessons on most of my days off, I have Doctors appointments to get the meds I need for traveling and suddenly it feels like all my days are running together with no chance to rest, and I need to rest.

I can feel myself flagging, My body needs a break for the hectic and exciting life I have been rejoicing in having. I may not feel like I am ill anymore but I’m not out of the woods just yet. I still need to listen when my body is screaming at me to stop, when I feel my ability to deal with the day to day start to slip, when my emotions start to take control and I find myself needing to go to bed at 10pm and sleep through till 11 the next morning. I may not feel ill anymore but I’m not 100% well either.

Admitting to myself that I need to stop is fucking hard. I have never been good at accepting weakness. I hate the fact I can’t keep up with my peers despite the fact I have spent the last 4 years ill. And I know it is silly. I know I can’t do everything I quite want to yet and I need to look after myself and what will happen if I don’t but I still resent it.

Admitting to myself that I need to rest is hard but admitting to someone else I need it is even harder. But for the past few days when I have been looking at my calender, my heart has been filling with dread, I honestly didn’t know how I was going to get through the next few weeks. I was getting irritable and easily upset at work. My head refused to see reason and the thought of forcing myself through the next few weeks was enough to make me want to cry. So I did something I HATE doing. I admitted I needed a break and asked my boss if I could have an extra day off.

I didn’t even quite get to the asking thing. As soon as I asked if we could look at the rota he just asked me if I needed a day off this week. I seem to be pretty easy to read most of the time and the last few days at work I haven’t been myself. So I got Thursday off. Which will give me three days in a row away from work and while two of them are pretty full one will be given over to resting. I could feel the relief seeping through me at the thought of it. I already was starting to feel in more control again.

I went to bed at 10 last night and slept through to 11 this morning. I have a driving lesson at 2 but I have been able to write all this down. My head is feeling clearer already. I may not like to admit I can’t keep up all the time. But finally, I’m learning to stop before I get to crisis point not when I’m falling headlong into it.

skiing

Whether this was worth reading or not it was worth writing.

If you bother to read all the way through cool, my next post is likely to be more enjoyable as it will be focusing to getting ready to leave the country for 5 months and then for the next 5 months this will turn into a bit more of a travel blog.

Anyway, this was what was important to me today!

With love,

The girl with the braid in her hair xxx

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