"This is how emotions often feel to me. There's a wave behind me building, and just as it crests, I am let go. I lose my tether, and I'm pulled under with an intensity that doesn't make sense to those around me. Overcome, I frequently do and say things that make the situation worse - the equivalent of swallowing water because I am desperate for air. Often, I am unaware of the rising tide of my emotions; when I am, I'm often talked out of my concerns. To everyone else, it's just a day at the beach. (...)
My new school sells cinnamon rolls at break. I eat them every day. The sweetness is like a life preserver. I am trying to keep my head above water. (...) I have m first panic attack at age thirty-two, and it feels as if I'm unraveling. As though someone found a loose end in the sweater that is my knitted life and pulled. I knit myself back together and keep on. Things will be easier when I get through this day. This week. This month. This project. This miscarriage. This divorce. This pandemic. This - (...)
the waves come too quickly for me to recover. They create a riptide that pulls me far from shore, farther than I have ever been. (...) I drown for almost a year, clutching at life preservers, never finding shore. One day, I stop believing I ever will. I have promised myself "things will get easier when" and it hasn't "gotten easier when" so many times that I've stopped believing it ever can. If there is no shore, it's easier to just swim down. I can't do this forever. I'm so tired.
I realize I can stop. (...) It's shocking how quickly it happens, how practical and even easy the solution suddenly seems compared to continuing on. In the space of a few minutes, I go from a terrifying plunge into despair to a plan and, with it, relief.
The mental health expert part of me recognizes the danger and jumps in like an unwelcome lifeguard. (...) It knows what to do (...) I get myself away from anythinga I see as a great solution to my problems, and call people who can help e ride out this unexpected tidal wave: suicide hotlines, a friend a few hours away, and an ex who lives close enough to intervene if needed. He has been trying to distance himself from me emotionally, but that night he comes over and hugs me hard. "Don't go." (...)
Now when I'm angry, I'm able to acknowledge my anger, and this allows me to communicate it and set boundaries based on it. It doesn't build up and then explode out of me the way it used to, confirming my fear that anger is bad, it makes people hurt people. I'm able to tame it, sit with it, and express it in healthier ways."
How to ADHD, Jessica McCabe
(Are you... Me? Also, I love you Jessica!)