This week, my family and I went camping it was exactly what we all needed.
My anxiety had been climbing the week before and it was getting to the point where I was having trouble managing it. The day before we left I developed a massive migraine that left me with this weird, horrible acid reflux and nausea combo of a hangover. I was barely able to finish packing and dragged myself into the car for the two hour ride.
Over the course of that first day, my symptoms faded away, my spirits perked up, and as soon as toes hit the sand on the beach I felt my anxiety start melting away.
There’s just something about the beach that is so therapeutic, so soothing. And that’s despite the fact that I hate wind and sand (or at least I hate that sand gets everywhere).
We were able to book a campsite at a boyscout camp and it was perfect. The actual boyscout camps had been canceled, and so the organization opened up the campgrounds to individual families. We were given a campsite that had 13 huts on it – enough to sleep 26 people – on about half an acre and we had it all to ourselves. Private bathrooms, private showers. We were often the only four people on the entire beach just a three minute walk away. We could see the ocean from our site and we went to sleep listening to the roar of the waves. Aaahhh.
Also, my phone didn’t have service at the campsite, which forced me to put it down. It was the first time I had really put my phone down for any extended period of time in about a year. It was long overdue and very needed.
The kids were able to explore and wander and play and we didn’t have to worry. We took our time and we got dirty and we ran and screamed and played.
We left the world behind for three days and I’m very thankful.
Holy shitsnacks and crapnuggets, you guys!!
I HAVE BEEN FRESHLY PRESSED!!!
Incredulous with joy!
Notice I had to black out the porn sites I was visiting.
I am surfacing briefly from the orgy of likes, page views, comments, and follows that is currently blowing up on my phone and browser…and let me tell you, this shit is satisfying.
I feel validated beyond any ego-stroking therapy session, so thank you to everyone who stroked my furry walls!
I got The Email on Wednesday and was then left to alternate between manically refreshing WordPress.com and stuffing chocolate in my mouth while pacing my hallway in anticipation for about a day and a half.
As soon as I read the email, I immediately felt this rush of excitement and pure joy…which quickly melted away into intense, crippling anxiety. Holy frick! People are actually going to read the word vomit that I splash onto my very small corner of the internets. I quickly went back to reread the post I had written to ascertain just how humiliated I should plan to be. Did my post contain any typos? Was it funny? Was I going to get any snotty comments? As I read, I remembered that I had written this post all in one sitting while I was still suffering from the tail end of a 3 day long migraine (what possessed me to do that, I have no idea. On second thought, maybe it was the meth). I also realized that I was actually proud of this particular migraine-stupor-induced post. Feeling oddly content and allowing some of the excitement to return, I sat back and awaited the orgy that I woke up to this morning.
Funny, I started this blog not considering myself a writer; I was just a therapist with an anal Freudian complex who wanted to dick around on the internet and see what happened. And now…I guess I’m kinda a writer. And that feels kindof awesome.
So far today, I have gotten more than 4 times the page views I got on my previously best day of blogging, which is also probably 10 times the views I get on an average day…and counting.
I hope I have plenty of lube.