Anxiety, Awareness, Compulsions, depression, Depresssion, intrusive thoughts, Life, Mental Health, mental illness, Obsessions, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, OCD, Rituals, self-help, Thought for the Week, Time to Talk, Well-Being
God I’ve been shit at this blogging lark this year.
I’m still managing my OCD really , really well. I think what’s helped is being approved foster carers for the last 20 mths and having the same two siblings during that time.
Focusing on others who have far worse problems than yourself , especially children, has an uncanny knack of reducing your own anxieties and putting everything into perspective . Well , it certainly works for me!
I’ve been more open , more regularly about my condition. I’m 48 in November and in that lovely middle aged zone of not giving a fuck what anyone thinks anymore, so if the topic of mental health crops up, I’m in like Flynn and go into full confessional mode. I even came out on FaceBook earlier this year so go me!
But before I get too cocky knickers I’ve still had a couple of episodes so to speak. Primarily these have occurred at night time just before bed, particularly if I’m the last up and need to check and lock up the house. That responsibility is unbearable, especially at that time of night when reality is distorted by the darkness and quiet. It’s always been the most difficult part of the day for me.
I’ve been listening to so much music since Christmas and revisiting so many classic bands and their albums. I just love The Cure, The Sundays, Cocteau Twins and The Smiths to name but a few.
Music has the power to heal our soul. It can distract us from the turmoil, stresses and strains of our existence and transport us to worlds and places that remind us of good times and places. A song can mean something different to each listener and with those headphones on make the experience of listening so personal.
I’m a roughy arsed boy who grew up on a council estate as a lad, but I love the arts such as music, literature, film etc and their influence and healing powers when I’ve been at my lowest ebb can’t be understated.
I can’t advocate enough to those suffering with OCD or Depression to force yourself to listen and read anything that you like or which interests you. Go watch a film. Breathe in the air around you and expand that mind that’s playing it’s cruel tricks on you at the moment.
You can do this , give it a go!