I don’t know how this happened, but I didn’t learn about coping skills until I was a patient in a mental hospital. This is basic stuff (that should be taught to children for fucks sake) and here I am a fully grown adult learning how to control my emotions. The nurses try to teach you as much as they can about coping so you have some tools to work with when you get released. Bless those nurses. They told us that our emotions are okay/valid/normal, and sometimes good for you. “Anxiety can keep you safe. Stress can motivate you.” Yeah, yeah. Right on. That sounds like common sense to me, lady. But I was there because my anxiety was no longer keeping me safe, but driving me to verge of ending my life. (I promise I will get more into the details of that chapter of my life another time, but lets stay on topic) This unstable babe needed to learn some damn coping skills.
In case you didnt already know, coping skills are the tools that help calm you down when you’re feeling out of control. These can be unhealthy like alcohol, drugs, risky sex. Or healthy like deep breathing, meditation, & yoga. It wasn’t until just last year that I realized there can be other tools in my toolbox besides booze. Who knew. Once I quit drinking, I had A LOT of space cleared up in my toolbox for better tools. I think everyone should have a “toolbox” that is overflowing with different coping skills that you can see yourself using. I’m sure there are plenty of sites that can provide a list of coping skills you can use, but let’s get real. It’s much more fun to make your own list and that’s cheating yourself out of a good time. Keep your list with you in a journal or on your phone because you never know when you’re going to lose your shit. Maybe you want to take this to the next level and make an actual kit with little things that you love inside. I’m excited just thinking about it.
After you’ve gotten to know what grounds you best, you’re on your way to being a mentally strong person! Bitchin’, right?
Tell me what’s in your toolkit.
Here’s mine:
My name is Misty. I’m 26 years old and I live in Atlanta, Georgia with my fiance’ and our 3 dog children. I have suffered from major depressive disorder and general anxiety disorder since I was 14 years old. Shortly after my dad passed away unexpectedly, I experienced my first panic attack & I’ve been plagued with severe anxiety ever since. As for the depression, it has always loomed over me but I’ve got a much better handle on it these days. I still have the anxiety and I still have bad days, but the difference is that I’ve learned ways to cope and that’s what I’m here to share with you.