homorobothead
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Hello my fellow pain pilgrims!
So, the SEP today was about perfectionism and at the same time suggested that I write about positive changes that I have noticed in my life.
I turned that over and over in my head, because this past week I had a couple of "setbacks" where I got a little discouraged, but then as I was thinking about positive changes coupled with perfectionism, I realized that I had taken a couple of huge steps forward NOT backward.
The first was last week, I had a panic attack because I had a very slight bloody nose. My mind went into panic mode immediately thinking that I had a perforated septum because I had been using a steroid nasal spray and that I would need surgery and I had a huge hole in my septum and soon my nose would collapse, you know The Spiral. I started to go down the Google doom hole, but about 8 minutes in I STOPPED MYSELF. I decided to do a guided meditation where I did progressive muscle relaxation and actually STOPPED MY PANIC ATTACK.
That day, I felt a little discouraged because I had a panic attack and reverted back to some old destructive habits, but then I realized that was my perfectionism talking.
Meaning, I caught the thought pattern: 'if only I hadn't had a panic attack in the first place, if only I didn't Google AT ALL, then I could call this a success.' When really I should be throwing myself a little celebration, because holy smokes, I made huge progress that day! I used to spend all day long Googling frantically, feeling tight and scared, but this time I was able to calm myself in the space of 20 minutes.
We went down to the coast this weekend for the first time since I've had several pain free days in a row, and surprise, surprise, I got a little neck tightness because the food wasn't very good (someone really scrambled those oysters) and I got worried because if the food isn't very good, sometimes my husband will get upset at me and act like I'm going to throw a fit, even though I have never in my life even said anything. (His mother was kind of an embarassing tyrant in restaurants - so I think that's what it is).
So, I generally just shut up and don't say anything in order to avoid upsetting him, and gut whatever gross food is there. I don't want y'all to get the wrong impression, I am not a picky eater at all (liver and onions lover here), but we only eat out about twice a month, so I guess the stakes are higher (though they really aren't - it's just a matter of perception.)
I started to do the usual avoidance dance and felt my neck getting tighter and tighter, so I just said "I don't think I'm going to eat these oysters." He started his usual "I don't think there's anything wrong with them." So, I just said "you can go ahead and have mine then. I don't want them."
My neck was way looser because I just said "no" instead of trying to please everyone. Would I have preferred that the oysters were perfect? Sure. I love raw oysters. But, they weren't and refusing to eat them was a symbol for my freedom to refuse. The freedom to say "no."
It was a huge step forward, as well. I'm feeling pretty proud of myself. Because even though my anxious thoughts crop up and sometimes I get a jolt of pain, now I know they are only temporary and I can keep employing these tools. I am getting better and better!
Thank you all for reading. May your week be full of joy!
So, the SEP today was about perfectionism and at the same time suggested that I write about positive changes that I have noticed in my life.
I turned that over and over in my head, because this past week I had a couple of "setbacks" where I got a little discouraged, but then as I was thinking about positive changes coupled with perfectionism, I realized that I had taken a couple of huge steps forward NOT backward.
The first was last week, I had a panic attack because I had a very slight bloody nose. My mind went into panic mode immediately thinking that I had a perforated septum because I had been using a steroid nasal spray and that I would need surgery and I had a huge hole in my septum and soon my nose would collapse, you know The Spiral. I started to go down the Google doom hole, but about 8 minutes in I STOPPED MYSELF. I decided to do a guided meditation where I did progressive muscle relaxation and actually STOPPED MY PANIC ATTACK.
That day, I felt a little discouraged because I had a panic attack and reverted back to some old destructive habits, but then I realized that was my perfectionism talking.
Meaning, I caught the thought pattern: 'if only I hadn't had a panic attack in the first place, if only I didn't Google AT ALL, then I could call this a success.' When really I should be throwing myself a little celebration, because holy smokes, I made huge progress that day! I used to spend all day long Googling frantically, feeling tight and scared, but this time I was able to calm myself in the space of 20 minutes.
We went down to the coast this weekend for the first time since I've had several pain free days in a row, and surprise, surprise, I got a little neck tightness because the food wasn't very good (someone really scrambled those oysters) and I got worried because if the food isn't very good, sometimes my husband will get upset at me and act like I'm going to throw a fit, even though I have never in my life even said anything. (His mother was kind of an embarassing tyrant in restaurants - so I think that's what it is).
So, I generally just shut up and don't say anything in order to avoid upsetting him, and gut whatever gross food is there. I don't want y'all to get the wrong impression, I am not a picky eater at all (liver and onions lover here), but we only eat out about twice a month, so I guess the stakes are higher (though they really aren't - it's just a matter of perception.)
I started to do the usual avoidance dance and felt my neck getting tighter and tighter, so I just said "I don't think I'm going to eat these oysters." He started his usual "I don't think there's anything wrong with them." So, I just said "you can go ahead and have mine then. I don't want them."
My neck was way looser because I just said "no" instead of trying to please everyone. Would I have preferred that the oysters were perfect? Sure. I love raw oysters. But, they weren't and refusing to eat them was a symbol for my freedom to refuse. The freedom to say "no."
It was a huge step forward, as well. I'm feeling pretty proud of myself. Because even though my anxious thoughts crop up and sometimes I get a jolt of pain, now I know they are only temporary and I can keep employing these tools. I am getting better and better!
Thank you all for reading. May your week be full of joy!
