I Can’t Get Out Of Bed

October 17, 2017 / Alex Hanna  / 
bed, alarm clock

We all know the feeling…that feeling when you just can’t muster up the strength to get out of bed. Maybe it’s the work-week and your alarm just won’t shut up. Maybe it’s the weekend and you can’t find a good reason to plant your feet on the floor and make something out of the day. Whatever the situation, we can all relate. And for someone with depression, this can be especially difficult. 


Who Moved My Life? Change is Coming

October 16, 2017 / Amy Krolak  / 

Why does it seem like just when I have my life figured out, it changes?

One of my first part-time jobs, after my children were all in school, was as a Library Aide at the public library working in the Children’s Division. As an avid reader, I hoped that bringing books home for the kids would propel them into reading even more. During my four-plus years there, many books were read, however not everything in my work was that easy. In my second year, our library went digital and started using PC’s. For those of you like me that grew up without computers, this was scary. My own children were right on the cusp of the internet. One of my responsibilities was a daily shift on the circulation desk. When I first started, we were still using “dumb terminals.” The transition to an Internet-based program and using new tools to do all of the work of the library was met with mixed responses. Boy, did some people resist. To some degree, the age of the employee was directly correlated to the response, as the older workers showed much more resistance. Several of the women I worked with in my department were basically computer illiterate and were okay with that. One of the techniques used by the administration was to hold several seminars and workshops on change. The one that stuck with me was the “Who Moved My Cheese” mindset, based on the book of the same name. There are six steps to move through on your way to acceptance of the changes you are facing.


Living a Life Uncharted

October 10, 2017 / Alex Hanna  / 
map, uncharted

We all live a life uncharted. Whether you go through life with a mental illness or not, our lives are always changing and we are always adapting to those changes. We have no way of knowing what tomorrow holds in store, and maybe it’s better that way. The uncertainty brings a certain zest to life that would otherwise be lost.

The journey uncharted

A long road has led me to where I am today: a road full of ups and downs, twists and turns. And to be honest, I never knew where I was going. Sure, I blindly pointed in a direction and walked down a path, but I never knew what was in store for me. I never knew whether the path led to danger or fortune. And the truth is that none of us know. We all walk down different paths in life, not knowing where they are taking us. But because we don’t know what is down the path doesn’t mean we need to be afraid. Life is lived one foot in front of the other. 


The Day I Learned I Had Anxiety

September 12, 2017 / Meredith Arthur  / 

…And what happened in the following months and years.

In 2015, my life looked textbook-charmed. I’d lived in San Francisco for 12 years — long enough to understand its ups and downs — and worked in tech nearly as long. I had a thoughtful, handsome husband and a wise, funny, five-year-old daughter.

This is what life felt like:

Nearly daily migraines, crippling neck and shoulder pain, and a nauseated stomach that sometimes forced me off the bus to keep me from fainting.

I’d given up much earlier on the hope of finding a cause for these pains, so in July 2015 I went to my annual neurologist appointment ready for dose of confused irresolution. Instead, in response to my hyper-focused research and fast speaking, she diagnosed me with generalized anxiety disorder. My life changed on the spot.

Why had this diagnosis been so elusive?

Generalized anxiety is an umbrella term, meaning that there are lots of different types of people to be found under there when it rains.rains

The statistics shared on ADAA suggest that 6.8 million Americans, or a little over 3% of the population, has generalized anxiety disorder. (I think that’s massively understated, incidentally).

I believe that the description of GAD caused me to miss the symptoms I was experiencing. “Excessive worry,” the disorder’s most common descriptor, was problematic for me. For 39 years, I didn’t consider myself a worrier.

I was an overthinker with migraines

Since I never used the words or mindset that the health industry used, I found very few examples that rang true when I searched for information about generalized anxiety. Even after my diagnosis, and acceptance of diagnosis (which was lightning fast, btw. As soon as my neurologist said the words, I knew she was right), I had a terrible time finding relevant information about GAD. In person and online, though, I met tons of people who were, in fact, just like me: men and women experiencing physical pain resulting from perfectionism, fear of failure, and overthinking.

The disconnect between how people talk about anxiety and what anxiety actually feels like is what drives me to write and talk about anxiety. Thanks to my diagnosis, what was once invisible now has shape, and I understand the world around me differently.

Was My Experience Unusual?

A few months after going on anti-anxiety medication, I went back to my neurologist at UCSF and explained that my once-daily headaches were now down to one per month. I was grateful. I was also curious to know if my experience was unusual. From what I could tell, it seemed surprisingly common.

But—cue the overthinking—maybe I was overestimating it. Like every good student of anxiety, I had memorized my list of cognitive biases. Was I overgeneralizing? Was my sense that people around me were experiencing physical pain as a result of perfectionism simply projecting my problem onto others?

Was I hearing only what fit my story?

My neurologist listened to my concerns and then replied, “This problem — the problem of perfectionism and anxiety — is getting bigger and bigger every day.”

She described seeing an average of three people a day suffering from some form of chronic physical pain who had one thing in common: perfectionism.

“It’s extremely common in the tech industry,” she said. “These people are very successful. They want to do everything right.” She then said something haunting: “One of the groups that has the hardest time seeing GAD in themselves is psychiatrists and psychologists.”

Diagnosis is hard

In the past, if you had a physical problem, you’d visit a doctor.

If you were having a mental problem, you’d visit an office like this:doctor

Treating symptoms meant sitting in a room with an expert, looking for answers together.

If your physical symptoms spring from your intense pursuit of perfectionism, however, this method is problematic. You can visit doctors of all stripes, and they won’t find anything physically wrong with you. Therapists may enjoy your confessional insights and wit as much as you enjoy sharing them—but they won’t help you when your back gives out again.

It’s Up to You to Connect the Dots

Anxiety, though chemically and genetically influenced, is, at its most fundamental, a system of messages the body is trying to send the mind. It’s similar to an allergic reaction where the body overreacts to stimuli. In this case, the fear of losing control causes an adrenalin and cortisol rush in the body. Our minds work to avoid negative feelings (or the stimuli that caused it). Yet the effort of avoidance ends up creating more fear—and more overreaction. Doctors have long seen a connection between the physical pain that people feel and the emotions they are repressing.

For perfectionists, the mind is trying to tell itself the truth: “I can’t live up to my own expectations.” But inherent in the perfectionist problem is an inability to accept this reality. The mind deflects the message of impossible expectations and literally pushes it into the body.

My neighbor is an example of this. Let’s call him Shane. Shane is an artist and teacher who spends a lot of time worried about what other people think about him. His standards for work are extremely high.

He also has a lot of neck and back pain, sudden bouts of sweating, and dizziness. He takes 3–4 ibuprofen a night for “sore muscles.” He needs a whiskey to help him fall asleep.

He knows that he has anxiety, but hasn’t yet figured out how to listen to what his body is telling him, or how to address the pain.

When I learned about my generalized anxiety disorder, I started with the treatment path of medication (Lexapro, 10 mg every day), meditation (Headspace, 20 min every day), and communication (writing, talking, all the ways). Treating perfectionism meant I’ve been forced to stop comparing myself to other people, especially on social media. I’ve had to learn how to turn up the volume on my own voice of confidence and creativity. I did this by creating a project that looks at perfectionism from a bird’s eye view.

Beautiful Voyager was born

Since late 2015,  I’ve been working to create a place for perfectionists to meet and learn stress relieving techniques from each other. It’s called The Beautiful Voyager.

My goal with the site was to create a space where it was OK to be imperfect. I threw my real, far-from-perfect self, out into the world for everyone to see, hoping that other people like me might find comfort and common cause in my struggle. It’s like training wheels for social interactions. As confidence builds, pain subsides.

The Only Map is Buried Deep

I used to think, “There’s no map to understanding anxiety.” But that’s not true. There is a map. It’s just that each person’s is unique and buried deep inside of them. It takes a long time to navigate your own internal terrain. I created the site because it helps to have other navigators around during the map-hunting process.bevoya

If you or someone you love is experiencing symptoms like those on this list from my neurologist, take a closer look at how anxiety isn’t always what it seems.

  • migraines
  • dizziness
  • nausea
  • back pain
  • neck pain
  • tingling
  • chest pressure
  • palpitations
  • light-headedness

This is one epidemic we can do something about, but we have to work together. So as you go out into the world, or deep into the world within, in search of the map you need, know that you’re not alone.

I’ll meet you there.

Safety Plans and Mental Health

October 3, 2017 / Amy Krolak  / 
first aid, safety plan

We always prepare a first aid kit for our physical injuries when we go on a camping trip. What if those of us who have experienced symptoms of mental illness had a way to prepare a first aid kit or safety plan to meet those needs?

There are many different types of safety plans but one for my depression and anxiety was the one I never imagined I would need and I wish was explained to me. The plan I probably put the most thought into was the birth plan for my first child. Specifics such as what music to have on, what to have as a focus object, not to have drugs if possible were thought about and discussed with both my husband and my doctor. I will say, the plan was mostly followed although, I did take a little something for the pain.

The other type of plan that comes to mind is a fire safety plan for your house and family members. What do you do if the fire comes near you? What are the alternate ways out of the house: windows, doors? And where to meet up once you are out?


Part 2 – The Tale of Two Men

September 26, 2017 / Danei Edelen  / 


Shortly after “coming out of the closet” about my mental illness, I was contacted by another male friend. “You’ve been there, one way or another. I appreciate your courage,” he said. I told him we are all in this together. He responded, “Yeah, our family motto is you admit no faults, hide your feelings and emotions, don’t talk about problems. Makes you weak… Have spent some time on the edge: bottle in one hand and a gun in the other.” As we continued the conversation, he told me he was getting help and on medication. I told him to stay in touch with me. He was very appreciative.

A few months later, my friend contacted me, “I am struggling today.” I told him he was not alone, he is uniquely wonderful and deeply loved by his family. He appreciated my words but was still struggling. His “inner demons” were winning that day, but he wasn’t giving in. By the end of our conversation, he felt better. I will always remember the “you are a life saver” message I got from my friend a few days later. “This time I was there to help,” I thought.



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