This past weekend I had an IBD flare. I don’t deal with being sick well. You’d think I’d take it in stride considering my illness is CHRONIC. But, no. I freak out. I have a panic attack which snowballs into making things worse.
Anxiety and depression are components of chronic illness and are chronic illnesses themselves. I tend to ruminate. I notice every little pain and think the worst is happening inside me. This past weekend, I thought I was dying.
When you feel so bad that you start to think you are dying, it sucks. But in a way, it’s also the point where you may or may not be able to laugh. Life — no one gets out alive! It’s true!
There is a mindful way and an unmindful way to approach death. The unmindful way was me freaking out and ushering in the suite of panic: shallow breathing, dizziness, worsening nausea, restlessness, thoughts of going crazy/imminent death. I started having some traumatic thoughts of choking on my “final breaths”. That wasn’t mindful, but I’m not saying this in a judgmental way.
At such a point, what do you do? My best solution was to reach out to another. To just let the panic attack happen and blurt out all my feelings and worries to whoever will sit with me and listen. Sometimes, we all lose it and need others to be mindful for us.
Different people may be or less helpful, appreciate them all. If you pray, here’s a good time! If you have a pet, then you are really lucky. I have a cat. She curled up with me and comforted me. There is always someone that can pick up the ball when we can’t be mindful ourselves. To seek comforting is human. We don’t always get it the way we want, but we can appreciate the forms the universe takes in meeting our need.
Can you relate? Who are the helpers when you are in need? There are always helpers!