My brain is such a noisy place. I wish I could put into words how loud it is sometimes. I’m pretty sure that’s where the tension headache stems from. It’s not just stress it’s because my brain also feels like a building site. It makes it difficult to switch off at the best of times, and is the worst possible pairing for anxiety. I’ve always been a bit of a worrier though, since childhood, I have worried about every little aspect of life, always wondering if everything is going to be OK.
I need to open up on the outside. And the idea of doing that with another human being is absolutely terrifying (despite the fact I’m bearing my soul in a blog post), so I turn to pen and paper instead. Typing also helps but there’s something about having a pen and a cute notebook in my hand that makes me feel a little more relaxed. Screens only add to the stress.
I’ve had an interesting in writing since being a young teen. First I dreamed of being a fashion designer like my mum, then the harsh reality of sewing set in and I realised I don’t like it and can’t do it. Then I decided to be a fashion journalist, which still sounds fun. But the fashion industry combined with the journalism industry sounds like way too much of a vicious place for me. I’m too soft. Then I wanted to be an author, and that would still be pretty fun, but I know I need way more skill when it comes to telling a story That’s how I came to love blogging so much. You can write whatever you want, however you want, and share it with whoever you want.
But there are some things I don’t want to share on the internet. There are some parts of my life I like to keep private, and I think it’s important to separate yourself from the digital world. Enter: journalling. Or owning a diary of any sort.
One of the things I like most about writing to relive my mind is being able to reflect and look back. Even after I finish an entry, I scan the page and feel so much better. I like to go back a few months and compare how I felt then to how I feel now. Sometimes I’m stressing over the same things, sometimes I’m in a completely different mindset.
Every day is different.
Get a good playlist on, one of those nice pens that it’s a dream to write with, and a brand spanking new notebook and just begin. Some days I just doodle because I’m feeling lazy and don’t have anything to say. It’s like talking it out with a therapist without actually having to pay for a therapist. If I’m in the storytelling mood, I might write a short story or try to put a tale together. I’ve tried poetry before but it doesn’t come naturally to me. That’s definitely something to work towards.
Either way, when I write, I feel lighter. I’m not burdened down with everyday life, because the problems aren’t just on my shoulders, they’re on a page too.
The same goes for lots of activities and hobbies. Some people might go golfing to chill out, while others whip out a knitting basket. One of my friend likes to swim, because she feels like she thinks better when she’s moving underwater. That’s way too much hassle for my hair, so I stick to writing.
What do you do to relieve a busy mind?