It is very hard to explain to people who have never known serious depression or anxiety the sheer continuous intensity of it. There is no off switch. --Matt Haig
I am writing this Monday evening in Mason City, Iowa, where we are 3/8 of the way home and resting for the night.
For most of my life, I did not know what anxiety is, and I assumed that it was not something I experienced. Once I learned what it is, I was dumbfounded--I have been anxious virtually my whole life. It comes and goes in intensity, but as Mr. Haig says, there is no off switch.
This Minnesota trip has been "anxiety central." It started with my husband being unable to find pet-friendly lodging. That's how we ended up staying in the unlevel no-bathroom camper on our son's property. (My husband's mission is to level it on a future visit; we were told not to on this trip so we complied.) You may not know this, but it is quite difficult to roll one's body "uphill" in bed. I was also in the shorter bed wherein I had difficulty stretching out fully. LSS, sleep was not great and my fragile back (from months of sciatica recovery) did not appreciate it. I feel like I should be able to "suck it up" and enjoy the "adventure" of it all, but I cannot.
I am neurotic about staying hydrated, but I did not want to have to walk the 30 yards to the house to pee in the middle of the night in the cold and dark, so I stopped drinking anything at 6pm, and managed to avoid the middle of the night pee trek. More anxiety--will I be able to make it through the night without a bathroom break, a common necessity for us old farts.
Very different parenting styles also created anxiety, because I always feel like I'm doing stuff wrong. And I feel like if I ask questions, they think I'm being judgmental when I'm just trying to learn and cooperate.
Another stress point is spending 800 miles in the pickup with one's spouse. We get along just fine, but then occasionally when I am driving, he grabs the dash (for NO good reason, in my opinion), which irritates me to no end. So I'm anxious about my driving, even though I have driven literally thousands of miles around the country by myself without incident.
I did have great fun with my son's family, especially my one-year-old grandson. Northern Minnesota is very beautiful this time of year, and we went on a couple lovely hikes.
Tonight, I am crazy grateful for a level, comfy bed!
Leta
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Two Harbors, MN, where they load iron ore brought by trains onto ships |