I do definitely associate these behaviors (or lack of) with swaying, but thankfully, it is secondary. My first thought revolves around how wonderful it is for myself or my kids.
I spent years trying to get doctors to fix my insomnia. They kept saying it was depression. Pills did nothing. Finally someone said anxiety and moved to a new type of pill. I finally got pregnant, wean off pills afterwards and then needed them again with DS2. I’ve not been on them again but have thought about it since having ds4. I could feel it building past what I could control and knew I needed help. I usually would talk to DH about it and then plan on making an appt with a doctor, but before I could find a new one make an appointment, I felt in control again and did not feel the need anymore. (my GP moved years ago and since I am practically always pregnant, my OB has taken care all sicknesses too.)
What reading this has really shown me is that anxiety is not my main problem. It’s control! When I feel I don’t have control, my anxiety flairs. Instead of fighting for control or just feeling like a failure and giving up control, i just need to learn to not need it. (Well, to the extent I have needed it anyway.)
Since my last post I got to sit down and chat with my mom about it. She does not know we want another kid so I did not even mention swaying, but just realizing how much control I need. I mentioned to her that as I was driving on the highway, I went over a bridge with a flooding river (into fields, not the road). About halfway over I realized I did not have any anxiety nor was I planning which child I would unbuckle first, if I had a plastic bag I could put my cell in so we could call for help later or other things to do if we crashed and started sinking into the river. I’m pretty sure that was the first time since I started driving that i did not get anxiety over it. I went on to name a half dozen other things that I had realized I was not struggling with anymore. (I’m not “fixed” yet by any means, but it is a step.)
I am a Christian and have been praying about anxiety for years. It has often helped calm me down after the fact, but I still struggled to let go completely. And quite frankly, still always felt like I should be doing something. Everyone always says “give it to God.” Giving is still me doing something and being in control. Sitting on a dirty floor seems like such a silly thing to do, but somehow, recognizing and giving up that control was the gateway to other behaviors changing. It switch my brain from controlling my anxiety to letting go and moving on.
I am having more fun with my kids without out the pressure to make the fun (good bye special projects that take planning and cooperation!!) I am falling asleep quicker (only 1 night of laying there until 2am... and the book I was listening to may have been my bigger issue!) And somehow our house is looking better (do I have insane rose color glasses that make me pretend it looks good, or is letting go of control actually giving me more energy to instruct the boys to help and thus our house is actually cleaner without me doing more?)
I’m still doing swaying research (diet is still giving me issues and I don’t have a clue about actual DTD) and know as time goes on I need to be on here less. Oddly, I’m not obsessive about getting the research done quickly, which in turns keeps me thinking about it longer, so maybe my loss of obsession is not a good thing :bigsmile: lol. Eh. *shrugs*