I called the migraine doctor this week and come to find out that the doubled dosage I am on is NOT supposed to be helping my migraines yet, because he is still slowly titrating me up to a therapeutic dose. Wow, I totally missed that supposed part of the conversation we had during our visit back in August. Glad I didn’t keep waiting to see if the dose I was on would start working like I was considering doing.
On the up side, I have much hope again that soon I will be migraine-free or at least be suffering significantly less. I have to stay on this new dose for four weeks before I can go up to the minimum therapeutic dose, and then we can still bump it up from there if need be.
I’ve been having these migraines for almost six years now and they have really ingrained a lot of fear in my life. I’m afraid to do too much because stress is the biggest trigger for them. I am also afraid to do too much because that triggers my anxiety. My anxiety and migraines feed off of one another and sometimes I feel like they are the wardens of a prison I am living in.
There is a commercial I have seen on T.V. a few times that talks about the people who “have things” and the people who “do things.” They show those who have things in these extravagant homes lying around by the pool, but bored out of their minds. Then they show the “doers” having all types of adventures like water skiing, hiking, dancing, zip lining, winning at the casino, and having the time of their lives. The advertiser obviously assumes that everyone would rather be a “doer,” but not me.
Because of the fear my anxiety and migraines create, I would rather be in the group that has things. I would rather being at home where it is safe and quiet and familiar. However, I do think my life would be more fulfilling and satisfying if I got out a bit more and took a few chances. So, this week I went to a park by myself to do some mindfulness meditation like I talked about in a recent post.
I couldn’t bring myself to get out of the safety of my car, but I was glad to be out of the house and doing something new and different for a change. I kept the doors locked and the windows just cracked because I am paranoid about people assaulting me or opening the door and stealing my purse or something crazy like that even though I was in a very safe area next to a police station even! However, it was a beautiful day out and I kept thinking about how nice it would be and how much more I would be able to enjoy the sounds if I would just roll my windows down.
So, I faced my fears and put them down, the whole way. Not even one minute later a bee started hovering outside of the passenger side window. I quickly roll them back up and started laughing out loud, I’m sure looking silly to anyone who might have seen me.
Thinking of taking chances and being adventurous, I tried talking myself into rolling the windows back down and taking my chances with the bee. What is the worst thing that can happen, I thought. I get stung? So what? Then the catastrophizing started: What if I’ve developed a bee allergy in my adulthood and I get stung and go into anaphylactic shock right here in my car and die alone in this park?
That decided it. The windows stayed up. I finished my meditation, then the bee and I went our separate ways.
Anyone without a mental illness can see by reading this, the mental struggle someone with an anxiety disorder goes through just to do something as simple as go to the park. I had to talk myself into going, but kept myself locked in the car. I talked myself into rolling down the windows, but quickly rolled them back up. Simple tasks are not so simple when you have mental illness.
Overall, I am glad I went. Going, but not getting out of the car, was a good compromise for me. I try to do that when I am having trouble doing something because of my mental illnesses – compromise. It doesn’t have to be all or nothing. Balance is success.