As someone that struggles with crippling anxiety, hearing this was a light bulb moment. Most of my daily worries that keep me up at night most times never amount to anything the next day. Love your stuff, thanks for all you do.
My grandmother always said when anxiety hit, immediately take a walk. Change your environment. It’s like cold water. It helps redirect. Not a cure but a way I cope.
I got so anxious at work the other day I couldn’t leave my office, afraid something bad was gonna happen. Looking back, it was no big deal but it should does seem like it in the moment. I like to remember this: according the most estimates, 99.9% of the universe is just...empty space. The room between stars. I’m just a speck compared to all that and my anxieties are even smaller. Sometimes you just gotta breathe through the cosmos.
You are lucky to live so close to such a beautiful park (that has a not so beautiful past). It’s like you’re on the Chickamauga tourism board or the local Chamber of Commerce, and it’s your job to promote tourism to your area. You’d better watch out: A bunch of Yankee Substackers might descend on your peaceful park!
I look forward to your posts, so thanks for putting one out on a Sunday. Have a great day!
I often find that stressing out about something at 2am doesn’t do me a damned bit of good. If I do, I can usually find solutions to most problems, so that helps. So does a nap. Mostly I’m grateful to have very minor problems and have the means to fix them. So many people don’t.
Love all your musings. Don’t get shot by deer hunters.
Aside from always enjoying your rants/talks/ musings, that landscape-particularly what was in today’s video is beautiful! With your permission I’d like to paint it from a video still.
I’ve just finished the painting. It’s a small watercolor sketch with ghostly trees fading into the background. I thought it might be appropriate to call it “Ghosts of the Battlefield” I’d share it but I don’t see an option to attach an image
I have complex pstd and social anxiety due to autism as well as I dun ben kicked in the head too much. What that averages out to is I am in a permanent state of hypervigilance. 24/7./365
I have pictures in my pocket. My son, my old dog that I miss so bad(the conundrum if needing a service dog and being too poor to have one) and some other entities of various species over the years. Essentially every living creature that I KNOW loved me and was for me and wouldn't hurt me. And I look at them and I go "it's not everyone and statistically if these existed, then there can be others". And I know it seems over the top but that kind of the kicker with ptsd. Especially as an autistic person. That's kind what makes it what it is. So after I look at those...I either eat one of the warheads I always have or take a slug off a bottle of hot sauce I also always have. Yeah it's kind of weird but it serves the same function as getting slapped out of hysteria was supposed to do. A powerful unrelated stimulus I cannot help diverting my emotional attention to so I snap out of it physically. Got my ninternet back. Later.
As someone that struggles with crippling anxiety, hearing this was a light bulb moment. Most of my daily worries that keep me up at night most times never amount to anything the next day. Love your stuff, thanks for all you do.
My grandmother always said when anxiety hit, immediately take a walk. Change your environment. It’s like cold water. It helps redirect. Not a cure but a way I cope.
I got so anxious at work the other day I couldn’t leave my office, afraid something bad was gonna happen. Looking back, it was no big deal but it should does seem like it in the moment. I like to remember this: according the most estimates, 99.9% of the universe is just...empty space. The room between stars. I’m just a speck compared to all that and my anxieties are even smaller. Sometimes you just gotta breathe through the cosmos.
I simply love your walks
You are lucky to live so close to such a beautiful park (that has a not so beautiful past). It’s like you’re on the Chickamauga tourism board or the local Chamber of Commerce, and it’s your job to promote tourism to your area. You’d better watch out: A bunch of Yankee Substackers might descend on your peaceful park!
I look forward to your posts, so thanks for putting one out on a Sunday. Have a great day!
You are absolutely spot on here. The brain does work in mysterious ways. “What, me worry “ Quoting Mad Magazine here now.
As Bobby Farin ( correct spelling of his name?) sang, “ Don’t worry, be happy “
Happy Sunday!
I often find that stressing out about something at 2am doesn’t do me a damned bit of good. If I do, I can usually find solutions to most problems, so that helps. So does a nap. Mostly I’m grateful to have very minor problems and have the means to fix them. So many people don’t.
Love all your musings. Don’t get shot by deer hunters.
Aside from always enjoying your rants/talks/ musings, that landscape-particularly what was in today’s video is beautiful! With your permission I’d like to paint it from a video still.
I’d love that!
I’ve just finished the painting. It’s a small watercolor sketch with ghostly trees fading into the background. I thought it might be appropriate to call it “Ghosts of the Battlefield” I’d share it but I don’t see an option to attach an image
Wish words! Lots of sunshine today here in Iowa, too. Hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
I have complex pstd and social anxiety due to autism as well as I dun ben kicked in the head too much. What that averages out to is I am in a permanent state of hypervigilance. 24/7./365
I have pictures in my pocket. My son, my old dog that I miss so bad(the conundrum if needing a service dog and being too poor to have one) and some other entities of various species over the years. Essentially every living creature that I KNOW loved me and was for me and wouldn't hurt me. And I look at them and I go "it's not everyone and statistically if these existed, then there can be others". And I know it seems over the top but that kind of the kicker with ptsd. Especially as an autistic person. That's kind what makes it what it is. So after I look at those...I either eat one of the warheads I always have or take a slug off a bottle of hot sauce I also always have. Yeah it's kind of weird but it serves the same function as getting slapped out of hysteria was supposed to do. A powerful unrelated stimulus I cannot help diverting my emotional attention to so I snap out of it physically. Got my ninternet back. Later.
Also report back if you scout any damn Confederates in the area!