When Mired in Ick

Puzzling helps

Anxiety takes many forms. The other day I spoke with a friend who chooses the tight spins of ruminating. Oh God, do I know them well.

We started listing some of the strategies we might try instead to knock us off the loop of the same old same old:

Do something, anything, physical. Walk. Ride a bike. Stretch. Do yoga.

Talk out loud to myself or someone else or even God. What a concept.

In the spirit of minimizing harm, chew ice or gum, instead of numbing with drugs or alcohol or eating everything in sight.

Write…maybe a playlet with dialogue between parts of myself?

Do something for someone else. Write a card. Make cookies and freeze them until delivery is possible.

Create a Vesuvius with my body. Tear up a phone book or the like. Growl.

Take a hot (or cold) shower or bath. Play music. Light candles.

Make a mix to match my mood. Dance to it.

Sing. Whistle. Play an instrument.

Just be unsettled. Accept it. Breathe. Rest in being.

Deliver self-touch which comes in many forms…maybe try Reiki?

If procrastinating is contributing, see if I can act on a concerning issue. Do the damn pros and cons chart if I must.

Pray (there it is again).

Etc.

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