Weeks Ten and Eleven - (Im)balance

Predictably I missed last Monday as it was a Bank Holiday and I had a week off.  I missed posting yesterday because I wasn't sure I had the right words to be able to articulate what I wanted to say.   I'm still not sure I do but let's see where this goes eh?

Since I last posed, I've edged a year closer to 40.  Facebook memories see to suggest I'm forever bound to say "older but not wiser - haha" and that absolutely feels true in one sense, but maybe less so in another.

Over the last year, I think StressControl and CBT have taught me some sense of self-awareness that I wasn't really conscious of before.  Whether I'm actually wise enough to be conscious of it in the moments I need to is a wholly different matter.

Absolutely I am Dwight

One of the main themes at StressControl was about how we often judge ourselves more harshly than we would others and are our own worst critic.  At CBT we talked about how powerful meaningful relationships are and how they can make a really positive difference to how we feel.  I guess that latter part at least is familiar to many people right now given that lockdown has many of us distanced from those people we rely on.

I think where I've often felt like I've struggled is in finding those relationships.  I've got a catalogue of reasons why that's the case - you can leaf through that at your own leisure - but I think I large part of it is down to not being able to understand where the right balance (or equilibrium - get some mileage out of that economics degree) is.

But this is where the words dry up a little.  I'm not sure how to get that final point down:

    a) without coming across with an inflated sense of self-importance 

    b) succinctly or 

    c) in any kind of way which actually gets to the heart of what I'm trying to say

I guess the point is that I often feel like I mis-judge what those friend/relationships should look like or what the dynamic is.  Pushing way too hard when there's no need, cutting myself off entirely because it's easier than working through what the middle ground should look like or just driving myself crazy with self-doubt, worry and anxiety.  Where this was bad before, lockdown has made it a lot worse.

Imbalance

I've thought about referring myself back to IAPT but I'm still not sure I'm clear on the thing that would be most helpful so I'm keeping that in my back pocket for now.  I've thought about seeing a GP though that's kind of a nuclear option I'd rather not take.  And there's no way I'm going near a surgery right now in any case.

I think I've got most of the tools and knowledge to be able to make this better (there's the wisdom) but it's still difficult to take that mental step back and use them objectively.  That bit is really hard, and the nagging self-doubt that asks whether I am good enough makes it tougher.

It's ridiculous when you see it like this - but seeing it like this is the tough part

As this blog becomes progressively about mental health and less about diabetes, I probably need to grab food so I don't have a hypo in a meeting later on.

Stay safe x

(And don't worry, I've ordered Lego)

Week Seven - Ups and Downs

On their debut album 'Love, And Other Catastrophes" the aptly named Skint & Demoralised sang about major highs, manic lows and that's a little what this last week has felt like.

When it's been good, it's been really good.  When it's been bad, well... it's been bad.

Having diabetes has felt like a lot more of a job this last week as you'll see below.  Yesterday in particular ended up with me curled up, asleep on the sofa at about 3pm with a nice hypo headache.

I talked about distractions last week and that's still the name of the game right now.  A combination of things mean that I worked til 9:30pm - 10pm three days running (having stopped for dinner and half a film).  Normally I'd be cursing even the need to work after about 6pm, let alone actually doing it, but it felt strangely calm - almost relaxing - to have something to keep my find focused.  It also had the benefit of making me feel almost productive at some point too.

I talked a bit about managing the voices/thoughts last week too and that's still been very challenging at times, particularly when trying to switch off at night.  I'd taken to kind of half going to bed, but staying up til gone midnight some nights over the last few weeks just so I could exhaust myself.  The problem with that is that it's a great short-term fix but long term you end up asleep on the sofa on a Sunday afternoon.

And I think that's almost been a lot of lockdown in a nutshell - some of the short term difficulties can be managed, but I'm not sure I've figured out how to do it in a sustainable way that doesn't just create a different problem to solve another time.

Worth mentioning a few of the highlights as well just to remember the highs as well as the lows:

1. Made Australian Crunch over the weekend - proper throwback to school dinner desserts and one of the best chocolate things going (Galaxy milk choc on top for best effect)
2. Bought a new Xbox and played a lot of Lego Marvel Superheroes with Violet
3. Managed to run 10km (with Violet on her bike) on Sunday - first time over that distance in a year, and awarded myself this medal from a virtual race

Finally, I know I've been really lucky to be able to call on a couple of close friends who have helped me be objective and rational (for me at least) and taken the edge of some of those manic times. I won't name names, but if you're reading this and it sounds like you, it probably is.  Thanks.

I guess the message is the same.  It's hard sometimes, and lockdown life makes it harder to manage and to escape.  One of Violet's favourite quotes is this from John Lennon.  I find it hard to believe in it sometimes and it almost feels a little but trite, but to hear a 10 year old say it every so often does give you some hope

Stay safe x

Weeks Four and Five - Get Back on Track

I skipped last week.  Partly because it was Easter Monday and partly because it was the first lie in past 9am I'd had in years and I let the day get away from me a little.

I think it's fair to say my general wellbeing has deteriorated over the last couple of weeks - I'd forgotten how easy it is to let everything get out of control if you don't keep at least one eye on it.  At times like these it feels much harder to be conscious of it because it isn't one single thing - it's everything that you need to be mindful of.  As my friend Taylor would say, it's kinda like death by a thousand cuts.

So work has definitely felt tough - we've got a big opportunity to make significant change right now in the wake of coronavirus and that's genuinely exciting.  It's also genuinely exhausting and the lack of variety that a constant stream of teleconferences presents is really challenging.

I also find it hard to learn from my past experiences... just because 18 meetings in two days is possible on paper, doesn't mean it's a good idea.  One of my learnings for all of life is to feel OK saying 'no' to people.  It's definitely hard when you need to do things at pace, but I know I can't work at that level relentlessly so something will have to change.

Whilst diabetes and me haven't ever been best friends, the last couple of weeks have tested our relationship a little more than usual.  You'd think being at home would allow you to control for all those external factors like early starts and dashing for trains, but my levels have been on as much of a roller coaster as my mental health, and of course there's an intrinsic link between the two.

Being cooped up has definitely reached that point where I've felt a bit cabin feverish.  This is the bit I'm maybe most frustrated about because it felt inevitable that this would take it's toll and I feel like I've idly watched it creep up and then run right past me and now I'm playing catch up.

I'm sure I'm not alone in realising how much difference my weekly routine makes to my general positivity.  Catching up with friends at Hillsborough, bacon butty from the cafe once a week, seeing people at ballet while Violet dances.... even the freedom that walking round ASDA gave me feels hugely important right now and I'm starting to miss it a lot.

I've been out every day and that's definitely a highlight and I'll keep doing it even in the pouring rain.  I've got back into cooking and baking with Violet in a fairly big way (despite feeling a little ashamed that it's taken a Hello Fresh delivery to remind me how much I love cooking).  I've also found a new family friendly middle class hobby in rock painting.  I'm definitely not the most creative or artistic person on the planet (or in my family...) but it's calming so I'll persist with it.  The meditation and breathing exercises I've got make a big difference too.  If you're after an introduction to those, Headspace are offering some free resources at the moment.

Keeping up with this blog and writing stuff down for myself is helping too.  I think it's about working out what sensible support mechanisms I can put in place for myself and my own sanity while this is all going on.  And remembering that I find some bits harder than others.  I still haven't found a way to talk kindly to myself, even after StressControl and CBT.  I'm better at calming myself sometimes, but this is the hardest part for me by some stretch so it just means I'll have to keep working at it and celebrate the small victories.

If you made it this far I hope you're staying safe and staying well.  The pic above is definitely tongue in cheek, but remember it's a marathon, not a sprint.

Take care x

Week Two - A New Normal...ish

So that's the end of week two (though you could tell me it's month two and I'm not sure I'd argue with you).

It's been another week of adjustments.  Like many people, I'm now running a school timetable five days a week and it's instantly made me realise how hard being a teacher must really be. 

I think we did a passable job of it this week.  We decided that even trying to replicate a school timetable (or have all the same stuff every day) was impossible.  It's anchored around some of the amazing online stuff that's cropped up (PE with Joe Wicks on YouTube and English Live! with Holly on Facebook) but there's a lot of flex around our diaries so we can 'teach' a bit and put some variety in alongside Maths, English and Reading.

It definitely felt like a long week at work - I was emotionally exhausted by 5pm on Friday.  It's hard to work out how best to pace yourself when working, sleeping and living all really take place in the same four walls, but I'll get there with time.

I've been out for my state-sanctioned walk every day (even fitting in some Plastic Detectives with Violet a couple of times - full back catalogue to be uploaded), and that feeling of fresh air (and even some sunshine) can't be over-estimated right now.  I even managed a 'run' on Sunday - now seems as good a time as any to try and get back into it, however slowly.

What's struck me is how quickly behaviours have changed when you go outside.  On the pavements everyone moves out to the edges, even stepping into the road to keep a safe distance.  Walking down the gennel near our house, people wait at the end or press themselves tightly up to the fence to let someone pass.  We're actively thanking people for keeping away from us which feels like a big behaviour change in a fortnight.

I've kept away from the news pretty well over the last week.  I've stopped watching the daily briefings live and just pick up the main points afterwards.  I've also decided it's no good to think about how this plays out in the long term and really just try and do a day at a time.  Estimates for how long some elements of our current lives could continue vary a lot and I don't see the point in trying to dwell on something so uncertain.  Last year's Stress Control has evidently been good for something!

Finally, it was good to see the nationwide reaction in support of the NHS this week.  I've got friends and family working there, all balancing the same challenges the rest of us are, but alongside the daily work to care for people.

Until next week.... stay safe, wash your hands