May is Mental Health Month. Thanks for blogging or I would never have known! Okay, it might be because it’s an American thing and I do not currently live there. But mental health is important everywhere and I wish my country would take such initiatives.
As you may know, today is a big day for France. We are voting to elect our next president. When I woke up with morning, I had the same pit in my stomach as I had the day the orange puppet of a US President was elected. This doesn’t bode well.
They say “Don’t talk politics if you want to keep your friends.” Well, for me today, it’s vote for worse or worst. I do not recognize myself in either party or face representing it. The placards everywhere don’t help, they make me want to run over them. (If you disagree, it’s fine. All opinions are valid here.)
Then you have the TV coverage. Hours of debat. Scandals. Who did what. Who hid what. I feel the world has lost sight of what is important and we are rushing through space into a giant wall.
Now, what’s the link between Mental Health and the election, except that both make me want to scream and hide? I can’t recall one of our candidates mentioning the subject of mental illnesses. Security, terrorism, money. Oh, they love those! It creates a fearful atmosphere and keeps people scared of their neighbors. And I realized this relentless talking about the scenarios, the plans, the numbers, had an effect on me and my anxiety. All this fuss which is supposed to bring us together and unite a nation, bear the values of a country, have only managed to make me sick.
So today, I’m voting. Then I’m shutting myself out from everything.
Mental health is about taking care of yourself. Today more than ever for me.
I decided I needed a post to vent, and to share my ways of taking a step back and be gentle with myself. So here is my plan for the next 24 hours!
The best way to get a headache and spend your days with your stomach so tight you can’t eat is to stay in from of an 24/7 News channel and listen to them predict what’s gonna happen and fail.
I’ll also miss the usual midday news because we won’t know anything by then and it’s stupid to watch a footage showing you candidates voting. We ALL are voting (or so I hope) so I don’t care about them doing it.
I’ll leave The Newsroom in its case or I’ll drown in a pool of tears hoping we had a Will McAvoy/Mackenzie McHale team to help us go through with it. But any crime show can help! I was thinking about Broadchurch but the tone might be too close to what’s really happening so… Friends. You can always count of Joey to cheer you up. Feeling girly? Ring the Gilmore Girls! Anything to keep my thoughts on happy things.
When I’m feeling down or stressed, I bite my nails, like 80% of the population. To avoid doing it in order to look prettier when I’ll have to shake hands, I love putting on nail polish on my very very short and ugly nails so I am not tempted to do more damage. Plus, it requires a concentration that doesn’t leave room to anything else.
I took on a beta-reading job and it turns out it’s gonna be a little harder than expected, so I should spend an hour reading and working… On top of this, I need to boost my general knowledge with books and tests that make you feel like you’re the dumbest person on Earth!
My posts for next week are all written. Now they need some help getting formatted, proofread, and scheduled. It should keep me busy for an hour! (Did I ever told you I was slow??)
Then I’m going to go all lazy with a blog-hoping workout on the sofa bed we installed on the terrace! My favorite kind of sports! Nothing like a hundred of blog posts and comments to reply to to steal your hours and have you immersed in what you love the most!
Finally! The reading!
I allowed myself to go off schedule last night because of a slight panic attack and grabbed the first book in the Kay Hunter series by Rachel Amphlett as I love Kay and will have to read her third book soon. Yep, I read the second, now the first, then the third, I’m a mess!
Guess who’s gonna spend an hour repeating words with a dark L like “feeling, build, all, well”??? Plunging into my goal to erase that French accent always makes me forget the time. I even forgot to eat, once. Something that never happens. Never ever never. That’s the power of the American Invasion! I should post a video of me doing those exercises, you’d have a good laugh!
Dyeing your hair red demands a lot work from your side. That color is not gonna be friendly and stay awesome on her own. So I’m planning an hour in the bathroom, with all the products I need to keep the fire on my head and a Taylor Swift playlist to keep me company. I’ll be singing out of tune while my nation takes the biggest decision of the year.
This are some of the things I do on bad days, stressful moments, and downtime. They help me find peace and I thought today was the perfect day to share my anti-anxiety favorite activities.
Now you may think this is the wrong way of dealing with the day. That I should be more concerned. That I should do more. That I should care. I do care. I care about my country and how it’s gonna be ruled for the next years. But to keep caring about it, I need to be able to. And for that, I need to put myself first. So by taking care of myself, I’m taking care of the future me and I’m assuring she can do her best in five years to prevent another worst-case scenario.
Does your country have a special day or month for Mental Health awareness? What’s your way of dealing with a big wrong day? If you believe in any God, please pray that France makes the less-wrong decision!