A Lovely Gift And Breathing
Since my anxiety symptoms usually kick in just as I am drifting off to sleep (damned annoying, but I'm used to it by now), I think I may try to reprogram my brain a bit by praying the rosary just before bed.
Last summer I bought a two CD set of breathing exercises by Dr. Andrew Weill. I have yet to listen to the entire set. What I think I might do is load them onto my i-Pod and take them with me on a quiet retreat somewhere, because I can't seem to sit still long enough to get through many of the exercise. My problem is that I always get fits of the giggles when I think about the stupidity of having to learn how to breathe. That's what I think, then I get Bugs Bunny type images in my head, then I crack up, then I lie on my back breathing from the diaphragm because I gave myself hiccups.
I'm a little high strung.
Perhaps Dr. Weill might recommend a stiff shot of Bombay Sapphire before breathing lessons for persons such as myself.
For those of you with anxiety disorder: do you ever find yourself starting to get anxiety symptoms when you read about anxiety? Ain't that a kicker?
You know what the best thing is for anxiety?
And during the vacation, you should spend as much time as possible floating in the water, preferably while a close friend or family member sits within waving distance on shore or on the dock, reading a book and feeling like a very safe parent who will never let you float away. You can bob around on a noodle or just body surf, or maybe flop on an inflatable raft.
Don't forget to put sunblock on your back. Mine is very pink right now because I went out in Big Mama Ocean today and didn't want to get out to put more sunscreen on. Of course as I was paddling around looking like a big happy manatee in my bathing suit, I ran into a congregant! Right out in the middle of the ocean. I was darned happy to see her, too. She had a very cute yellow bikini and we giggled and rode the waves.