re: mh (-)
@spacewastrel@snouts.online I'm right there with you, hun. Peg makes fun of me for needing a media stream almost constantly—in the shower, when I shave, on walks alone—but that's what happens when I don't. Reality, or "reality," intrudes constantly.
Anything from "your good eye is gonna rot out too one of these days" or "your elderly mom's days are numbered" to "your health insurance subsidy probably won't exist in two years" and "what on earth are you gonna do if your job dries up someday?" Or maybe "huh, when's that heart palpitation gonna turn into something REALLY serious and leave Peggy alone and heartbroken?"
Every. Fucking. Day. since I was 12 years old. It's just how it is. So... yeah. You're not alone. *hug*
re: mh (-)
@spacewastrel@snouts.online I know advice like this can feel like a presumptuous imposition or soft-pedaling, but...
Something that's really helped me immensely is keeping an anxiety journal in Evernote. It probably wouldn't work for everybody, but having pages and pages of unfulfilled or passed worries I can page through can be really reassuring.
Case in point: I'm still terrified that bit of undercooked turkey I eat earlier is gonna wreck my Xmas trip home next week. What happens will happen... but in the meantime, I can page through my journal and look at all the OTHER things I ate that were "gonna kill me for sure." It's really helped me steer back to baseline when it gets bad.
