I’m a chronic over thinker with acute reactions to circumstances. Having tried to tackle the problems that seem to stem from this condition through, you guessed it- thinking of a solution; perhaps I now have a theory to work on.
It’s based around distraction from the perceived negativity and focus on reality rooted in the physical experience. The turning inward becomes a way of turning on the power source and generating energy to flow outward.
As with the technique for a panic attack, where it can be best to use the excess energy created from your adrenalin fight or flight response. This is going with the instinct to distance from the source of discomfort, but no longer fixing on that source and rattling around in your head feeling unable to improve things.
Relocate from inside your head, into your body. I’m not about to suggest breathing exercises, yoga, and meditation. These I aspire to be able to call upon in my hour of need, but there is a block between them and myself and I can’t quite figure out why or how to overcome it, and sitting down to ponder it is quite ironic and ridiculous given the whole point of what I’m trying to achieve!
A problem I’m often crippled by as an empath, is a sense of overwhelming disappointment and genuine gutting sadness at how ugly the world around me seems and in particular the behaviour of our collective so called “advanced race” toward each other. I curl up to hibernate inside and my dwindling optimism dies a little more every time I see or hear examples of the lack of compassion, rampant selfishness, ignorance, oppression and manipulation in society.
I observe myself getting caught up in these torrents of self righteousness where we justify the obsessive investigations consisting of riffling through of someone’s social media for evidence of their character flaws or terrible intentions. Knowing that the interpretations are self fulfilling assumptions to prove what we set out to. All based on their clicks of a mouse or interactions with other fallible beings. This indignant belief that we are entitled to view and judge someone’s life and why and how they display it seems to come as a free gift when you log in.
So my deduction is that perhaps we side step all of those types of stimulation and step back into a more personal realm… The senses.
Pure, simple and underutilised because there isn’t an app for it and we are too dependent on pointless rewards such as likes and emojies. But, how about the reward of your synapses firing off like a fireworks display? Or the reward of new neural pathways and a more adaptable and efficient mind that can reach greater potential? Setting yourself apart from the guessing game the gossip and the art of deduction within the real life soap opera online.
What if we nurture a collection of sensory stimulating items in an arsenal, to fend off the call to dwell on the negative and hide away from the hateful world, therein enabling us to become more resilient and evolved?
What if, with full intention, we gave the same level of indulgence that would consume you if you went down the well trodden path of procrastination, malaise and agoraphobic tendencies etc, to the endeavour of indulging our senses and completely stretching out inside our skin to feel every nerve ending, an alternative to our usual attempts to stay hidden and small within our fleshy cumbersome shell?
We all have an idea of the power of music, art, dance, theatre etc when you really connect to it, whether it’s observing these things or participating in them. But my suggestion isn’t as pre-school as that. It’s more intense and the results more provocative.
So think of the things that are invigorating, tingling or capable of transporting you somewhere else or swell with love. The challenge is to really connect with them one sense at a time, to explore them, and discover new facets to them. You may need to deprive one sense to really engage the others. Also try to keep things for when you need them most so their magic can keep topped up.
Some examples of these things have roots back through time and cultures such as massage and that doesn’t have to be inaccessible. There’s always a deal to be found or a partner you could spend the evening communicating and sharing that medium with. Most people can’t help but close their eyes whilst being massaged because you can connect with all those glorious feelings all the better.
Where do you feel most connected to nature? For me it’s woodland, forests, valleys, lush, nourished, green and bursting with vitality. For others it’s the sea, being around a campfire, under a starry sky. Closing my eyes and just breathing in the breezy autumn air seems to repair something instantly within me.
(If you can’t get to these cherished locations perhaps have a photo taken of them and get it printed nice and large so you can imagine being there)
Some smells transport you back to childhood, fresh baked bread, cut grass. Others are just worth experimenting with, Mint, citrus fruit, leather.
Saving a special food stuff that you can really enjoy and I don’t mean in a binging way, much slower, deliberate and savouring. Your favourite ice cream, chocolate, whatever it is save it and this time really taste what it is you love about it.
Other than music what sounds elicit good responses, laughter from friends, a Childs giggle, the haunted woody notes of a cello, a purring v8 engine or waves crashing onto rocks?
Do you know what grass feels like on bare feet, what about the feel of different fabrics gently feathered across your skin. Texture, temperature there are so many things to vary. But we even make assumptions about these sensual moments before they happen because we don’t stop thinking and assuming.
There is still beauty in this world of ours. When you behold genuine unconditional love, generosity, courage or examples of people putting others before themselves, (and not for attention or commendation) that is beauty, and it’s restorative.
When you allow through the channels of your senses, your body to feel the wonderful and the rapture of its capacity to stimulate perhaps you recognise what it means to be alive and be present.
No status, no fads, no celebrity endorsement, no bragging, no competition, no inequality.
Obtainable and completely organic!
This therapy I prescribe and this self medication isn’t self sabotage, my sincere hope…
That beauty could perhaps be the remedy to the malady.