on turning to philosophy when medicine fails
I can't recommend talking about anxiety highly enough. It may have saved my life to just start telling people what was happening for me. the weight of covering was drowning me
Stunned by this newsletter. Everything, articulated. This is such a comfort, it speaks to possibility everything I’d hoped for when deciding I couldn’t stay on medication. Facing the wilderness and fear will be worth it for me if I can keep creating art. Now I know I’m not alone in this and it takes so much weight off of me already. Thank you thank you for this.
I made the dubious choice of stopping my anti-depressants pretty suddenly and withdrawals have my anxiety majorly spiking. This piece of writing was really really helpful to me. Thank you
I started describing when my anxiety starts to spin up and out into the stratosphere as walking towards a cliff knowing that I was going to fall if I don’t stop, and not being able to stop so just walking straight off to a plummet. Once I started thinking of it that way, one day I remembered sliding down a shale slope while backpacking, and I simply sat down and dug my feet in to find purchase and stopped myself from going over. So I literally just sat on the ground and pictured sitting down at the edge of a cliff instead of careening over it. And it helped! I think the physical act of sitting down is now my version of saying it out loud. It gets me to the point where I can talk about it, because before that point I don’t have words.
I felt everything here! Before I knew what anxiety really was, I used to just call it an incredible imagination. It's nice to read this perspective where they aren't particularly separate.
Also loved reading about the unasked questions, though its something i dread sometimes bc it can be hard to stay focused with all of them floating around in there.
Wow, Jesse, you truly have a gift. Seeing others relating to your words brings me to tears. You never cease to amaze me. ILY
thank you for this!!! sometimes I'm reading an article and I start crying when I read something that I see in myself, and this was one of them. thank you for coming up with the words.