Snuggling with puppies (or what helps on the bad days)

In my last three posts I shared what it's like (for me) to live with anxietydepression, and trichotillomania. To summarize: living with mental illness involves some very bad days, where it's really hard to function. But, in this post I want to shift gears and talk about what I actually do on those bad days to make functioning a little easier—besides therapy and prescribed medications, which I fully support and recommend. I'm also hoping (selfishly) to get a little advice from you, dear readers, on what helps you get through those bad days, so that I can add more "tools" to my toolbox. The list below is categorized by illness but, obviously, there will be some things that are helpful across the board.

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A breakthrough, part 3: trichotillomania

Sometimes, I pull my hair out. I'll search my head for hairs that don't feel right, and I'll pull them out, throwing them away. I don't want to pull them out. I mean, sometimes I want to pull them out, but I don't know why. Sometimes it feels kind of relieving...like I've found something that isn't supposed to be there and I've tidied it up. Sometimes I don't even realize I'm doing it. And sometimes it feels shameful. 

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A breakthrough, part 2: depression

If you had asked me when I was a teenager—or my in early twenties, or a few years ago, for that matter—if I thought I would live to be 30, my answer would have been "no". I mean, I had plenty of aspirations and ideas of what it would be like to be 30, but I just didn't think it was possible. I honestly didn't believe there was a life beyond depression. I believed it was out there for other people, but not for me. I thought my brain was too broken. I thought that my depression would kill me. 

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A breakthrough, part 1: anxiety

Flying through the air from 11,000 feet feels more wonderful than I ever thought it could. The wind holds me up, smashes against my body, and I feel safeSafe through the 10 seconds of free fall. Safe with the swift jerk of the parachute deploying, and safe during the 5 minutes under canopy, gliding nearly at eye level with Mt. Hood, above the Oregon farmlands. So, why is it I feel safer up here than I do with my feet planted firmly on the ground?

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