Thursday, December 29, 2011

Bigger Picture Moment: On anxiety and amoebas

Brain-eating amoebas and anxiety are like two peas in an uncomfy pod: they both attack at the control center and begin trying to take over while hidden in the darkest recesses.

Thankfully, these amoebas are relatively uncommon; but the same can't be said for anxiety. 

At least not around my head these days.

Irritatingly enough, the very thing that set off a round of anxiety attacks {this anxiety stuff has surfaced after the miscarriages} was reading a  {via Facebook} a news story about those amoebas attacking two netipot users in Lousiana; I'd just started using one.

A simple news story turned foothold for fear to step into my over-zealous brain, you know. 

A tiny fear that planted itself inside my brain and began to grow as I watered it with thought and attention and time. 

Then, suddenly, my body was all kinds of freaking out -- blurry vision, tight neck, fatigue -- all symptoms of anxiety but also other problems. 

And you know what a brain high on anxiety does?

It explores those other problems, which only grows the anxiety and the physical manifestations. 

But I'm learning that anxiety is a learned habit. 

And in the same way I learned to become anxious, I can learn to replace the anxiety with peace. 

Because I have peace. 

I know Him

He has a face, and He was born and He died so that we might fully live. 

"We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ." 2 Corinthians 10:5

And how do we make every thought obedient to Christ?

"... whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things." Philippians 4:8

Admittedly, I know, it's not always this simple.

For me, there's been a lot of honest-to-goodness actual deep breathing involved, a lot of sleep, unloading of stresses, some sessions with a counselor and quite a bit of crying out to God, crying out to my husband, mom and a friend coupled with the right nutritional supplements needed to help me heal.

And it's not just the way of thinking that must reformat and heal.

The brain must heal, too. Serotonin needs to be restored to it. The hypocampus must heal in order to accept it. Hormones must be balanced and that means cortisol {released when stressed} must be secreted less, too.

I'm still meandering my way through some of the fog, trying to follow the Light out.

But I guess I just thought maybe I'd just switch on my own little flashlight and share part of the path I'm walking, just in case someone else sees that little glow and meanders over to walk together.

Click here to read where I am now in my healing journey

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