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So today was the worst day I've had for my anxiety in probably three or four years.
I'm sure I've said this before but I've got generalised anxiety disorder, but I've worked so goddamn hard on my mental health in the past few years, and I've got it under control, and I'm genuinely the happiest and most successful I've ever been. And that's amazing. I'm on meds, I have a monthly psych appointment, and I've developed so many strategies for combating my anxiety that it honestly hasn't been that much of an issue in the last couple of years.
Today though my anxiety fucking hit me like 15 tonnes of bricks, and I had absolutely the worst day I've had in at least three years. It got triggered off I think because of some significant changes I'm undergoing with regards to my career and how that intersects with my passions.
Luckily, I am dating the single-most supportive human being on the planet, and she sat down with me for an hour or so and held a safe space for me to express what I needed to. And after about an hour, I felt better.
I cried slightly, but when we'd finished, I noted that I needed to cry more. I needed to cry to just release all of the fucking emotions that have been wrapped in my head for the last few months.
I knew that if I wanted to really go there, there was something that was going to work, and that was U2.
I've criticised modern U2 here many times of course.
But no band or artist, before, since, now, or in the future will ever speak to my soul like U2 does.
I went on Youtube and played One from ZooTV and just fucking wept. I sat in my bed, with my wine, next to my incredibly supportive girlfriend, and I just fucking lost it. I let out all of the fucking emotions that had been building up over the past few weeks and months and just fucking felt myself and fucking cried. And it felt so good to just release that shit, it was like shedding weights that I've been carrying for a few months.
And I'm not out of the woods yet, but I'm ok, and that's all that matters right in this moment.
I fucking love U2 more than anything aside from my partner, my family and friends. U2 has been there for me for like 15 years and I'm so grateful that I've had a crutch to lean on in all of that time.
Thank you, U2.
So today was the worst day I've had for my anxiety in probably three or four years.
I'm sure I've said this before but I've got generalised anxiety disorder, but I've worked so goddamn hard on my mental health in the past few years, and I've got it under control, and I'm genuinely the happiest and most successful I've ever been. And that's amazing. I'm on meds, I have a monthly psych appointment, and I've developed so many strategies for combating my anxiety that it honestly hasn't been that much of an issue in the last couple of years.
Today though my anxiety fucking hit me like 15 tonnes of bricks, and I had absolutely the worst day I've had in at least three years. It got triggered off I think because of some significant changes I'm undergoing with regards to my career and how that intersects with my passions.
Luckily, I am dating the single-most supportive human being on the planet, and she sat down with me for an hour or so and held a safe space for me to express what I needed to. And after about an hour, I felt better.
I cried slightly, but when we'd finished, I noted that I needed to cry more. I needed to cry to just release all of the fucking emotions that have been wrapped in my head for the last few months.
I knew that if I wanted to really go there, there was something that was going to work, and that was U2.
I've criticised modern U2 here many times of course.
But no band or artist, before, since, now, or in the future will ever speak to my soul like U2 does.
I went on Youtube and played One from ZooTV and just fucking wept. I sat in my bed, with my wine, next to my incredibly supportive girlfriend, and I just fucking lost it. I let out all of the fucking emotions that had been building up over the past few weeks and months and just fucking felt myself and fucking cried. And it felt so good to just release that shit, it was like shedding weights that I've been carrying for a few months.
And I'm not out of the woods yet, but I'm ok, and that's all that matters right in this moment.
I fucking love U2 more than anything aside from my partner, my family and friends. U2 has been there for me for like 15 years and I'm so grateful that I've had a crutch to lean on in all of that time.
Thank you, U2.
Stay safe, Cobbler. Don't get the anxious bastards grind you down.
Be well.
Keep your girlfriend close, don't rely on the wine, and if you really need to cry,put on Get Out of Your Own Way, thinking about how the band you/we all love became that is enough to make anybody cry.
Hang in there, bud. I've also used their music as a balm when I've had physical or mental ailments, and I know we felt the power together at that JT show on multiple occasions.
Cobbz, I am sending you my support. I have been diagnosed with OCD, and it has been particularly bad the past few weeks too. That's wonderful that you have so many tools to keep yourself out of the grips of anxiety, but yeah, it's only human to fall apart once in awhile. Glad U2 and your lovely girlfriend could be there for you.
With modern U2, Lights of Home gets me in the mood to cry, as does Iris. Seems like U2 has a song for any occasion, except maybe getting krunk in da club. Hang in there, Pappy!
Echoing the support. Anxiety is the fucking worst.
It's great to find that joy again. The past few years, I've found myself not enjoying music like I had in the past - even the stuff I loved wasn't really igniting that spark.
It's finally recently started to come back - not sure if it's a shift in my work stress (finally on an upswing, yay), or my recent increase in daily meds, or a combination of both, but I fell like I'm finally *getting it* again.
(I've also found the sweet spot in my weekend recreational activities, where half an indica joint + wine = the absolute sweet spot of relaxation and enjoying music. But I usually have to avoid U2, as every song has just too many memories tied to it, and I'll focus too much on that stuff instead of just enjoying the music. But the joy is in my everyday moments of hearing music as well, so I'm thankful to realize it's not a crutch!)
Hang in there. Having a loved one who provides the perfect support goes a looooong way.
Did he also ask for more cowbell when that song was playing?
Glad everyone is figuring out how to deal with things. Most important thing is to not keep them bottled up, talk to someone whether It be your spouse/significant other or a professional or just someone who's a good listener.
As for music and infants, its definitely fun/interesting. My son was born in 2004. We had a few kid music type CDs (stuff where they sing about animals and numbers and such) that we'd play on the stereo for him. We had a 5 CD deck at the time and when HTDAAB came out I was listening to it on headphones one night, left the disc in, along with 4 of the kid's discs.
Next day when I was at work my wife put stereo on for son, Vertigo came on. He liked it so wife left it playing and for a time was art of rotation with his kid music. Going forward my son would crack a smile whenever he heard the opening notes and Bono's fuzzy math on radio or wherever.
The downside is when a Blue Oyster Cult CD gets stuck in the wife's car CD player and your 3-4 year old insists on hearing Don't Fear the Reaper over and over again for a period of several months. I can't listen to that song anymore, kind of like my Jump incident back in the 80's. Backstory is my son got a stuffed Gund beaver on his first Christmas from my sister which became his security animal that he slept with and would carry everywhere. When she gave it to him I remarked that it kind of looked like Godzilla minus the dorsal plates, we'd joke to him when he was a baby "where's your Godzilla" and of course the name stuck. (Its funny to see the reaction of an older woman at a store asking a toddler what his stuffed animal's name is and the kid replying "Godzilla") So to add to it we'd sometimes sing a few bars of BOC's Godzilla. One day got the notion to spend 6 bucks or whatever on BOC's greatest hits so we could play the full song for him. He ends up taking to Don't Fear the Reaper instead. Would ask when we got in the car for "Reaper" then say "again" repeatedly...and wouldn't you know it, disc got jammed in the player. Traded that car in 3 years ago with that disc still stuck in the CD player.
I love everything about this except that I'm sad you can't enjoy the majesty of Don't Fear the Reaper.
I'm looking forward to finding out what adventures her Pikachu stuffed animal is going to go on now.
It'll be fun.
On one vacation I sent my brother and his wife a daily photo diary of Godzilla at various tourist attractions, restaurants etc.
If you'll momentarily indulge me. I don't think I ever shared a pic of her with my Interference only peeps
thank you . Yep, my mom calls her Bright Eyes, which is amusing, since I strongly dislike that band, lol.She's adorable (and Pikachu's not too bad either), huge expressive eyes.
The downside is when a Blue Oyster Cult CD gets stuck in the wife's car CD player and your 3-4 year old insists on hearing Don't Fear the Reaper over and over again for a period of several months. I can't listen to that song anymore, kind of like my Jump incident back in the 80's. Backstory is my son got a stuffed Gund beaver on his first Christmas from my sister which became his security animal that he slept with and would carry everywhere. When she gave it to him I remarked that it kind of looked like Godzilla minus the dorsal plates, we'd joke to him when he was a baby "where's your Godzilla" and of course the name stuck. (Its funny to see the reaction of an older woman at a store asking a toddler what his stuffed animal's name is and the kid replying "Godzilla") So to add to it we'd sometimes sing a few bars of BOC's Godzilla. One day got the notion to spend 6 bucks or whatever on BOC's greatest hits so we could play the full song for him. He ends up taking to Don't Fear the Reaper instead. Would ask when we got in the car for "Reaper" then say "again" repeatedly...and wouldn't you know it, disc got jammed in the player. Traded that car in 3 years ago with that disc still stuck in the CD player.