My semester has been made up of days like this

So I am recovering today from my second panic attack in a week. I thought I would take this opportunity to sort a few things out, and because I don't want to feel completely alone about it, I thought I would Blog about it, because even though it has been months and months and months since I have posted anything here, this is still my space to post if I want to. (thats one of the lovely things about the internet, once you claim a free space, its yours until you actively give it up)

This semester has been rough. I hurt my wrist over winter break so I haven't really knit all semester. Usually I am a daily knitter. If I don't knit one day its unusual, very unusual. So going two and a half months without knitting a single stitch is not only unusual, but also very stressful. The fact that I cannot knit adds stress, and the fact that knitting is usually a stress reliever means it isn't doing its usual job of relieving stress, basically doubling my stress. Thats one thing that has made this a rough semester

Thing number 2 is that because of the same wrist injury, yoga has been unavailable. I only do yoga once or twice a week (generally) but again, its an important form of stress relief, both physically and mentally. GONE. For a while I was going to the pool once a week, and in retrospect I really should have kept up with that. But going to the pool is harder than just pulling out my yoga mat, so I didn't.

Thing number 3: school. yeah yeah yeah school is stressful, this doesn't make me special. I totally get that. But this semester I am taking an honors class, because it fulfills one of my graduation requirements without forcing me to be at school at 9am. First of all, there is a reason I don't usually take honors classes, namely that I am not an honors student. Second of all, I transfered into the class a week and half late. So I came into the class that was a little to hard for me a little bit behind. Oh yeah, and it meets at 12:45, which should be fine, but it turns out that 12:45 is still really early for me. Its a good class with a good professor, and I like it, but its hard all around.

Thing number 4: Mom. It always seems to be about her doesn't it? I stopped talking to her in November, cause she refuses to meet me even close to halfway on a very very important issue (either I have written about this before here, or I will write about it later, but not now). I thought (very foolishly) that I was mostly over her and the whole thing, and I guess I am, I mean, hearing from her doesn't throw me into a tailspin like it used to. But she has written me a few letters and left a few voicemails. And every one adds just a little bit of stress.

Thing number 5: N. or rather the lack of N. For those of you who don't know N is my best friend (more like brother or cousin than friend). And in January we had a big potentially-friendship-ending fight. We didn't speak for a month or so, and then when we did it was awkward and emotionally charged and stressful. This situation has settled down over the course of the last few months, but still, its rough to suddenly have one of your only support people not there at your side when things are rough, and they have been rough this semester (in case you hadn't picked up on that).

Thing number 5a: Because there was no N there was no Crickhollow. No Crickhollow means nowhere to catch my breath during a long day at school, it means no hot baths, it means no safe place, it means no real moments alone. All of these things are very important to my mental health.

So there you have it. 5 1/2 things that have been slowly chipping away at me all semester. I have done pretty well, all in all. I have kept up with my assignments reasonably well. I have gone to most of my classes (I have only missed a few days of each class, mostly in the last few weeks). I have been eating, and my wrist has been healing (with the help of physical therapy a few times a week) and now that N and I are back on friendly terms again (I am currently writing this from Crickhollow) things are getting much easier.

Or they should be. But they don't seem to actually be getting better. Maybe its that school is getting much harder (we are into the final few weeks which means paper writing overdrive in all 4 classes) and without this bit of relief from the rest of my life this would be impossible. I have been able to knit for a grand total of an hour over the last few weeks (20 minutes at a time), which has been fabulous. I have had a few hot baths, which have been fabulous. But I'm still sitting here hungover from a middle-of-the-night panic attack and I'm actively fighting off panic and anxiety today (again).

I have been trying to remind myself that dealing with a panic attack takes just as much out of you as being sick does. That it wears your body down, as well as your mind, that not getting enough sleep makes things harder, and to be gentle with myself. And I am. But I also don't think I really have time for this. Not if I want to get my stuff done.

How about this? I will work for a few hours tonight, then rest. It means I will only have put in a half day, but I don't care. Then, tomorrow, I can do a few hours of work, go to class, then rest again. I will give myself until Friday to just work at a pace that I can actually sustain. Then I will start emailing professors to get extensions on final papers and the like. This is a good plan. This is a workable plan. This is a plan that doesn't involve more stress. My semester has been full of plans like this.

I should point out that this semester hasn't been 100% hellish. There have been a few supports left in place. First of all, I still have a rent free place to live, its not ideal, but its free. Second of all, my little brother has stepped up to help me when I have really really needed it (and even a few times when I only kind of needed it) Third of all, I have still managed to go to Temple most weeks and this has been very very helpful. My life is noticeably worse when I don't go. Fourth of all, I got my sewing machine out and set up about half way through the semester. Sewing helps scratch the itch of making something pretty, and of being creative, and generally helps still the shakes of knitting-withdrawal. Fifth of all, music. I have had a pretty decent soundtrack for my hardships this semester. Doomtree has helped me feel like an asskicker more often than I would have without it, which has made a huge difference. Sixth of all, this winter wasn't really a winter. If the weather had been like it was last year I would have given up a long time ago. So even though things have been rough, they have remained manageable for the most part.

Wish me luck on getting through the next 3 weeks!

All This Stuff

Hello world of Blog. Its Sunday night and I find myself dealing with an unwanted guest. Edie has decided that she needs to step into my life today, which has of course left me wondering what I was doing so wrong that she felt the need to pop up and help me out. This is what I have come up with:

It would be lovely if it were a simple solution like "i did this thing today" or "tomorrow i have to do that thing" but in reality I think it started a while ago. If I'm honest with myself (and I like to think I am) I think it started a few weeks ago. Not that Edie has been here that long, just that that is when things started building up, laying the ground work for her appearance. Its not even that anything major happened a few weeks ago. Just that my May term class was ending, and I was coming home again after a few weeks of staying at Crickhollow while work was done on my house. The May term class was a little more stressful than I had anticipated, or maybe it was just as stressful as I had anticipated but I wasn't as strong as I had hoped. I'm really not sure. Either way, it was taxing.

I was really hoping my May term class would end when the class ended. Instead I am STILL working on my final project for that class. And on top of that I have started meeting with my phonology professor to work on finishing the Incomplete I took this spring. Turns out I still hate phonology. Even when I understand it, even when it makes sense to me, I hate it. Even just looking at the data for a problem-set kicks my anxiety into gear. When I walk away from it, even when I have solved a problem well, I feel dragged out, worn out, empty and sad. Even just writing about it bums me out. I know there is a point to it. I know there are people who put this study to good use. I, however, don't give a shit. I think this is what bums me out, that I have to do it even though it means nothing to me. I have to put a lot of mental energy into it, and I don't get anything back, not even the satisfaction of solving a puzzle.

On with the list: My mother. It seems she is always on the list of reasons Edie pops up, this time is no exception. I made a skirt, a beautiful skirt that I am very proud of, and I emailed my mum about it because she is the one who taught me to sew and our shared love of all things crafty and hand made is one of the last things we have in common. And, since I am being totally honest: I wanted her to be proud of me. I probably wanted her to see that I don't need her, I wanted to show her the personal touch I had put on the skill she had given me. I wanted to show her myself through a lens she could understand, since I can't show her much of myself anymore. I didn't hear from her for a while. I was starting to wonder if she was mad at me for the beautiful thing I had made, if she was jealous, or somehow else crying about it. (I know it sounds crazy, it is, she is) Finally she got back to me, she left me a voicemail saying she couldn't open the photos I had sent her on her phone, that she had been visiting my grandparents and that my grandma had had some kind of medical emergency the night before. She didn't elaborate, didn't bother to give me anymore details than that, and admonished me for not visiting them enough. So instead of the pride and praise I had been looking for, I got guilt and worry. Awesome. (the lesson here is don't do things because you want a particular response, don't expect much from people, especially the crazy ones)

Next up: the renovations. I hate renovations. I stayed at Crickhollow for a few weeks, which was alright, I love the Crick very much. But its not mine. I don't live there. I was/am so glad to be back to my bed and my room and my cat and my stuff. I'm so glad to be here in fact that even when I knew there was going to be some potentially noisy stuff going on in the morning I opted to tough it out. But if I had known there would actually be more loud mornings than not I would have grudgingly packed up my shit again and headed back to St. Paul. I did not know this though, so I was left with a few good nights sleep, and mostly a bunch of shitty nights sleep. I don't do well without sleep.

So I'm back to Crick for a few days starting tomorrow, and then my aunt and uncle are in town, I adore them, but it means another week of not sleeping in my bed, also a week of being social. I'm really tired of being social. I feel like I haven't had a moment to myself for weeks. Which is sort of true, but partly just because a lot of the time I do have to myself is full of school and other shit I don't want to have floating around my head. What I really want is a goddamned summer vacation! I want some time to lay around and play videogames and knit whatever the hell I want and design and make skirts and read all the books I haven't had time for.

So all of those things combined make a sort of perfect storm for Edie to step in. I'm feeling boxed in and like I need to rebel somehow, so here she comes, giving me a way to rebel, to express myself and my frustrations. The trouble is, I'm the only one who gets hurt by this rebellion. She wants me to slow down, she wants me to take some time for myself. She wants me to stick to my guns and tell people I don't want to do things when I don't want to do them. She wants me to ask for what I need. And she is right. Which is why I am at home writing this tonight rather than out at a movie with a friend of mine like I had planned. But there are some things that I can't have, even if I ask for them. For example, I can't not finish phonology. I can't make the carpet guys come at 4:30pm and work until midnight or however long it takes them to finish. There are always going to be things I don't want to do, but have to do anyway. Edie and I need to work out some kind of plan for when this is the case. Not to worry, I'm back at the Emily Program again after a month long break. I'm so glad to be back I can barely stand it. And it looks like its just in the nick of time too!