Wellness, Anxiety, Psychosis
(and a little bit of travel)
"remember spring swaps snow for leaves"
It was the best holiday I’ve had since childhood holidays.
I love airplanes and airports, though I get vertigo quite badly. But I wasn’t nervous about the flying until we actually took off so I was able to enjoy the shopping and sights at Heathrow, with my mum, uncle and auntie. The flying itself was slightly better than I expected and the sense of joy, partly because of all the anxiety just falling away, was fantastic as we landed in Milan. We stayed at an airport hotel that night and the next day we drove in a hired minibus (there would be more joining us) south to San Gimignano, near Florence, a five hour trip.
Being quite a creative thinker, I have my ways of dealing with and looking after my mental health. I do all the usual stuff: occasional meditation, relaxing when I can, talking about things with friends and family etc. Today though, it was playing some golf
I feel that a mental health blog should be addressing some of the difficulties of having a mental illness.
As my current health is very good, I thought I'd recount one of my many difficult days. I'm not going to write about a particularly dark one, I don't think that would be helpful for me. Having written a book about my entire journey I can accurately pick out a day from memory. Here goes.
In case you were wondering, I called this page "Le Blog" for no other reason than I like France and the French.
I wish I lived in rural France and if I ever get the chance I would seriously consider a move there, and I wish I'd paid some attention in French lessons at school.
Today has been sunny and warm again, both weatherwise and spiritually. I sometimes feel like I should be blogging about mental health struggles, so sorry about that. But the fact is that after years of struggles and hard work, my mental health is very good these days.
I have occasional problems with anxiety, but I don't really panic anymore, and my psychosis is very controlled.
Yesterday I was at the dentist again for more root canal stuff. The dentist, Mr. Shenyan, went about his work, which included getting out the blowtorch to kill off the germs on his metal dental pick tool, as root canal stuff needs to have germ precautions taken. I had the deep hole filled and then the tooth shaped by the dreaded drill (which aren't really that scary) in preparation for a crown fitting at the next appointment. I forgot to ask about how much a gold crown would cost, I'd quite like to have one, but I think it's too late now.
Maybe if I neglect my teeth for a year I'll get another chance.
I also met with a website guru yesterday and we did some work on my website. I expressed my desire to not do anything unscrupulous just to entice people which he was more than happy to work with me on.
The changes aren't finished yet, and most of the work is required only on the home page. I'm very happy with the guru so far. He had some good ideas.
I went to the farm shop today, next to a field and stream and saw baby cows, baby ducks, and two smaller birds chasing a predatory bird away from their nest/tree. Not much else to report. Today I also read and signed the author publication agreement for a paper I have submitted and had accepted for the Taylor and Francis Psychosis Journal.
Can't wait to see that one in print.
Joy of joys, and praise be to God, my tooth pain has gone.
I had to have a root canal procedure at a different dentist on Tuesday the 29th. It appears it was a smart decision to get a second opinion on my tooth pain, the first dentist completely missed it. The second dentist took an X-ray (as did the first) and told me about my inflamed nerve. As he was drilling, he and his assistant stopped briefly, looked at each other and said, in unison, "necros". This is a referral to Necrosis, where the tooth has died, or the nerve, I'm not exactly sure. All I know is that this Necrosis thing can be extremely painful. I think the Necrosis was a surplus pain on top of the inflammation. Ask your dentist if you want to know more, I might have this wrong.
My anxiety etc. kicked in while at the dentist.
I was visibly uncomfortable, but started to relax as the dentist went about his drilling. A root canal procedure is like a very deep filling. I was scared at the prospect of all this when the dentist told me what needed to be done, but even with my anxieties etc. and knowing how people with some types of anxiety find leaving the house difficult (like me for a few years) if your teeth are bad, get them looked at!
Even with anxiety, which dentists are sensitive to and understand, you have to try and get yourself to your dentist. I honestly start to relax as the dental procedures begin.
Tomorrow I am seeing a website designer to spruce it up a bit and add a professional's touch.
It'll be interesting to see if he tries to fleece me, not that I'm paranoid.
I had a filling on a molar on Thursday the 24th.
The pain before that would fluctuate between a one out of ten and a seven out of ten. At times it was pretty awful, but I would honestly rather have that than anxiety that won't go away. I think this is a great way of describing how you might feel about your anxieties to a person with no experience of panic or anxiety.
Since my filling last week I am still in pain, fluctuating between a zero and a five, so it's still quite bad. I am now able to identify the guilty tooth, before the filling it felt like my whole left side might need extensive work, and I couldn't explain it. At least it's only one tooth now, a pre-molar, and I'm seeing a different dentist tomorrow.
I have been working out a lot recently which for me releases lots of good, pain killing chemicals in my brain, which stay with me for most of the day, which has helped with the toothache very much.
One thing that also helps to make me feel better is the reflection that 'at least my mental health is very good'.
It feels nice to think that my current problem, toothache, is completely normal. Most of my problems of recent years were due to mental health issues. It's like being back in the real world, and having such normal things happening makes me feel in step with the world. After so long in a deluded and psychotic world, with anxiety on top of that, feeling normal is nice and it's nice to be back! I know now that if I want to keep it that way, I need to make efforts to keep well.
For me, being about 90% recovered, it's just small steps a couple of times a day, like looking at clouds for twenty minutes (as well as continuing to take my meds), or anything really, it's almost like what you do doesn't matter, as long as you remember to tell your brain to do it (and keep taking your meds).
Don't forget to keep keeping well!
I've been busy.
Networking with people about mental health, looking for local gatherings where I can learn more about recovering from mental illness and possible avenues to contribute for the eventual publishing of my book. It's early days but I'm so happy to be at this stage after spending so long writing the 'damn thing'.
I have been asked by the Taylor and Francis Psychosis Journal to write a 3500 word first person account of my experiences, focussing on how I became unwell (psychotic) and things that hindered or helped my recovery. I've done 1400 words today and it's flowing nicely.
I never find it difficult to begin writing something, I can usually find the words. It is so often felt that mental illness isn't talked about enough because of the stigma etc. and that it can be embarrassing. I always want to add to that and say it is also because the words are just so hard to find! I have found again and again that the reason I can talk about it so much is because I have written my story and I can find all the words.
I have also learned not to be embarrassed, and talking is very very helpful. I sometimes have to stop myself talking about it - it fascinates me, but most people are simply not as interested in my journey through mental health as I am!
Nice weather again. Went to Barton's Mill, a local restaurant by the Loddon River with my dad and younger brother, a bit pricey at 22 quid for a plate of roast lamb but I wasn't paying so whatever. We went for a nice walk too.
Whenever I go to restaurants I can't help but remember back in the day how I found it so difficult with my psychosis and anxieties, sure that I was standing out like a sore thumb and spreading my general misery to other people. But to be forgetting about all that bullshit and knowing that these days it's not a problem and I can enjoy it always makes me smile.
It took years, from about 2006 to 2012, of being pushed by my family to go to social events even though I was afraid of my mental illnesses, but it eventually paid off, and since 2012 I have enjoyed being social. It really does get a little easier each time.
So now my nieces and their parents are successfully back home in Denver and my younger brother is back in Bristol, it's back to life as usual in our household for my mum and I. We had a video call with my nieces today and apparently the first thing my four year old niece said when getting home was 'daddy we should video call Grandma and Uncle Pete because they are probably missing me'. That's my niece at 2 and a half in the pic at the top of the page, she sure is a lovely little thing.
Tomorrow being a bank holiday I am off work and will probably go to the gym, watch the snooker and continue putting the finishing touches on my book.
Took my nieces to the trampoline/soft play park today, with their dad and grandpa. Needless to say we all liked it. I am liking taking my nieces out in the car in their car seats, a new experience for me.
Without traffic it took me 20 minutes to navigate myself out of the haphazardly scattered town centre car park, the road markings were barely visible and I didn't know what I was doing. My blog is not set out to be about childcare, it's more about my mental health. Which has been good today, I always think less about my anxiety when they are visiting. My mum and I then took them to the library, and they were happy looking around while my mum and I had a little sit down.
It is important to me to be able to do that a few times a day, otherwise I find it hard, but then life is hard sometimes. I think life is supposed to be challenging at least one day in every three. So I did think about anxiety a couple of times today, but it doesn't really take hold. Oh and it rained today, which my mood is sensitive to. Like lots of people I certainly perk up when it's sunny.
Spent the day with my nieces, almost two and almost four. They live in Denver and are staying with their grandma and me for a week (brilliant).
We drove to Eastrop park, which was nice. I was remembering the last time we took them there, last summer, when I was bothered by my fast heartbeat which I used to get from time to time, a product of having panic attacks for a few years back in the day I think. It is superb to remember how much better my health is now.
My nieces being born and stepping up to the challenge of looking after them is something that has always made me feel very normal, and it has been instrumental to my improving mental health.
I am doing much better now than I was almost four years ago. It has been good for me to look after them, they lived close by for over three years, it took my mind off of my own mental health problems a bit, and taught me some of how to be a confident and responsible adult.