How I Managed to Continue Feeling Great While Being Overwhelmed

We all know the feeling: there are a million things on the checklist and they all have to get done. Like, yesterday.

A few months ago I had a checklist of three significant things that needed to be done by the end of the month. Only one of them was critical within the timeframe; the others were simply important to me. Per usual, I stressed myself out at the thought of them. So I took a really deep breath, then said aloud “Sarah, which of these is THE most important?”

The car. If that state inspection didn’t get done then I’d have a ticket before too long and one of the stressing factors about getting the car taken care of was my dislike of spending any amount of money. All right, take another deep breath, find an available morning in the first two weeks of the month, schedule the appointment for bright and early (get it done sooner in more ways than one!) and get it done. CHECK! It was all taken care of by the 10th of the month and I no longer had to worry about the possibility of a ticket.

Next, I asked myself which of my next two things sparked the most joy in me since neither of them was time sensitive. That one was harder than I thought! Here was my dilemma: I’m a musician and I finally - after 10 years - had an opportunity to get back into violin lessons, this time with a new teacher and a different style of playing. The violin is the love of my life so this seemed an obvious runner up to the car in light of “What sparks the most joy.” But actually, my choice was a haircut.

My hair was about mid-back in length and I don’t enjoy getting haircuts. It’s not for fear of a bad haircut; it’s actually due to my breaakdown happening at the end of a haircut. I wanted to get back into music lessons but I wanted to really enjoy them, even if they proved to be hard. My hair was long and heavy enough that headaches were happening with increasing frequency even when I wasn’t doing anything. So I called the hair salon while still on the high of checking the car off my to-do list and scheduled that appointment. While still on the high of accomplishing another hard thing, I emailed my soon-to-be music instructor and we confirmed a lesson time slot without yet committing to a starting week.

I realize that the lessons learned and successes of these accomplishments are not a one and done deal. I’ll continue to have anxiety and the car will probably stress me out year after year because that’s what it does. Haircuts might sometimes be enjoyable and other times not so much. This year, I’m proud of myself for personalizing the word “adulting” so well and accomplishing these hurdles without having any panic attacks. Breathing through it, prioritizing well, and appropriate self care really do go a long way towards living an abundant life!

Praying Yourself to Sleep

Disclaimer: this post is not about the rosary.

I sometimes experience nights when falling asleep is the most stressful thing I've done all day. I'm literally lying there in bed trying to relax when the racing heartbeat comes and my mind starts telling me that I've forgotten how to fall asleep and then I get more anxious because I'm worried about getting enough sleep and hitting snooze in the morning because I didn't sleep well, but then being on time to work... and all the things.

Recently, I had the worst time trying to fall asleep which was surprising to me considering how tired I had been that day. I was feeling increasingly stressed so I got up, took my meds, got back in bed and began praying one of my favorite go-to prayers: "Come, Jesus, come!" (Catechism of the Catholic Church 2666).

I then did small exercises to help my body relax (tensing every muscle from feet to head for a few seconds, then relaxing). As I relaxed a bit, I let my mind drift to entertaining thoughts about Jesus. Specifically, I thought about the end of John's Gospel when Jesus makes breakfast for the Apostles on the beach. And for what was probably the first time in my life, I wondered how long Jesus had been there on the beach waiting for them.

Did he just show up, snap his fingers and everything was ready or did he get there early and prepare the same way any of us would have?

I entertained the latter thought. I put myself there in the scene with Jesus. And it was so relaxing and fulfilling, you know, hanging out with Jesus in the early morning on the beach, helping him get breakfast ready for the others. I could almost feel the wind against my face and blowing through my hair. Through squinty eyes in the wind, I looked at Jesus. He had already been gazing at me, his face so calm and his eyes so full of love. What great joy there is in two people who love each other deeply offering themselves in service of other people...

The next thing I knew, my alarm was going off the following morning and it was time to get ready for work.

I love the little bit I've learned about Ignatian prayer but I don't know that I'd ever experienced a moment of prayer that was as real as this was. It reminded me -- again -- of just how well Jesus knows my heart and how much he loves me. We could have been hiking or on a mountaintop, on a boat, out for a walk, or in any one of the parables or other bible stories. But we were on the beach in the early morning working together to prepare a meal for our closest friends. These are all things that are so dear to my heart -- and I can't even begin to comprehend how dear I am to His!

I Talked Myself Out of a Panic Attack

I already knew that my anxiety was triggered. This was obvious because I could barely eat anything for dinner the night before. This, uncharacteristically of me, did not concern me too much even though a light dinner typically means a rough morning the following day. I've made some significant and successful changes to my early morning routine so I was feeling confident as I fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke up and knew immediately that my body was a little off. I still ate my protein bar first thing while sipping water, then took an extra minute in a slightly cooler than usual shower. I was starting to feel better.

After I spent some time in prayer accompanied by my iced tea, I put in an online order for a smoothie to top off my breakfast, got my lunch together and set off for another day with some of my favorite kids.

The weather was cooler, like Fall even though it's still early September and I live in Virgina. Still, it made our early morning outdoor time at school more enjoyable as we wrapped ourselves in sweaters.

Around 9:30, though, inside doing Circle Time with my class, I felt my stomach drop and, with it, my anxiety heighten. I quickly took off my sweater as I got hot and a bit lightheaded. My mind started telling me that I wouldn't make it through the day, working with kids is too stressful, I'll never live on my own because it's just not safe, I won't be able to keep my job because I'm not strong enough... all of it.

This is what anxiety does for me. I started that sentence in the last paragraph with "My mind started telling me" because not one of those things is true. And I know that when these racing thoughts come, they are lies and if I let myself dwell on them I will plunge myself into a downward spiral and end up in a panic attack. Typically, panic attacks last 20-30 minutes and you feel like you're going to die. (But you won't. No one has ever died of a panic attack.) I knew I had to get myself out of this thought pattern before I came to deeper waters.

The children now happily sitting around the tables eating their morning snack, I quickly took my emergency meds, grabbed my water bottle, sat down under the AC to slowly drink my water and started repeating over and over quietly in my head: "Jesus loves me... Jesus loves me... Jesus loves me...".

I continued repeating it. The Catechism of the Catholic Church paragraph 2666 says "The Name of Jesus is the only name that contains the presence it signifies." I knew that by praying His Name and saying this truth over myself, I was slowly bringing myself to an awareness of His presence right there and then, reminding myself also that life happens a day at a time, a moment at a time and all those lies that my mind was telling me are only empty words. They have no truth in them.

I continued praying "Jesus loves me" in my mind over and over and over as we took our class outside to read a book and explore the outdoors. Sitting around a picnic blanket with my class, I put my hand gently on top of the grass and I noticed how it felt on my hand. I took slow and steady deep breaths, noting how the air smelled and tasted. I looked around at my class and noticed each of my students' faces and outfits. I continued to note my breathing to make sure that it stayed calm. This is a practice of Mindfulness. My goal was to make sure that I stayed engaged with reality.

As the children scampered around like little squirrels exploring the outdoors, I continued to sip my water. I purposefully kept a little smile on my face because this relaxes my face and my body. All the while, I'm still praying - sometimes softly saying it aloud - "Jesus loves me... Jesus loves me...".

My body still felt heavy. But my mind was now in a place where I could think more rationally. I told myself that calm is contagious and that I was proud of myself for taking ownership of my body and of my mind, and for reaching out to Jesus for help.

By the time I was back to a place where I was confident about being at work and life in general, two whole hours had passed.

You'll read more about "young Sarah" (birth to age 12) in my letter when it's published on Sept 25. For now, I'd like to share that this "new Sarah" -- the Sarah that utilized her coping skills to make it through a hard morning at work --  is a lot like "young Sarah" but she's so much stronger now having gone through what you'll read about in my letter. It's not easy to share this story with you (my letter or this post). But I am because maybe you can relate to it and maybe you find peace and strength knowing that you're not alone.

Lord, find me grateful! _____________________________________________________________

Hey friends! Thanks for being here and reading along with my pursuit of an abundant life (cf John 10:10)! I’m excited to share that my story with mental illness, written in the form of a letter for the blog The Catholic Woman and their series Letters to Women, will be published there on September 25. Please join me in praying for the letter and for everyone who will read it. 

When it is published, I need your help! I hope that this letter reaches many hearts but I can’t do that by myself. Please share my letter when it is published. This story isn’t so much about mental illness as it is about God’s love and mercy and how I came to find my home in his heart.

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