Navigating life with IBS is messy, painful and full of ups and downs. When you’re flare free, it’s exhilarating, you think you’ve got it. You’re fixed. Then one bad flare comes along and has you rushing from bed to bathroom, multiple times. At least, that’s my experience, which is what I’m sharing today.
Being near water not only brings back incredibly happy childhood memories, it also makes me feel at ease. I can physically feel the weight lift off my shoulders, I can feel my muscles relax and my troubles and thoughts leave my anxious mind. I could stand and stare into the calming blue forever. Which is why I’m sharing my favourite places to go when I need to breathe deep and exhale…
I sometimes feel like me and my loo are the best of friends. We spend a lot of time together due to my IBS-D. I’m definitely reliant on it and can spend numerous hours scuttling between there and my bed. Because of this innate knowledge, I’d class myself as a bit of an expert, knowing exactly what I need close by when I’m doubled over in pain. None of this is groundbreaking stuff but it does help calm and distract me, which is a saviour.
Hands up if you regularly spend your lunch break at your desk, scrolling through Instagram while chowing down on leftover pasta. Keep those hands up if you don’t even take your full hour. Yep, I’m guilty too but recently I’ve been making the effort to fix that, and I’m feeling the difference.
Anxiety is a little fucker. Sorry for the swearing but for me, there’s just no other way to describe it.
It seems ironic to be writing this post a couple of days after saying that this is the year I’m going to be kinder to myself, however Monday set out to test me and my anxiety and I didn’t want to let it take over so early in the new year. So I put my new mantra into practice and attempted to calm the fuck down.
If, like me, you suffer with an overly anxious mind you’ll recognise the importance of self-care, especially around the busiest time of the year, Christmas. For me, it’s important to carve out time each week to unwind, de-stress and pamper myself. Whether you’re buying for yourself or a friend, these ten items will make that self-love process even better.
The one where I ramble on for a good 14 minutes about my struggle with anxiety and IBS and how they both aggravate each other. It’s a battle that I’m intent on winning.
Got any tips for dealing with anxiety, leave ’em below.
Last Monday, straight after lunch, my stomach started making those deep gurgle noises that instantly meant my IBS had decided it wanted to make itself known. After the gurgles came that all too familiar feeling of immense panic.