What to do when it’s a rainy day in your head

What to do when it’s a rainy day in your head

On Tuesday Bloody Good Chap had to pause his bicep curls (or some gym thing) to listen to me sobbing into the phone with overwhelm. I had one of those days where everything was all too much. No matter what I got done there seemed to be 5 million other things not done, and everything I did set off a cascade of other jobs that needed doing. Frankly, I was feeling like a panicky little meercat with paper everywhere.

I cried 4-5 times on Tuesday.

It probably doesn’t help that meditation is usually what saves me from feeling this way at random, but on Tuesday my meditation was cut short by my Parisian guests wanting to have a chat in French whilst eating their toast with jam. Yes, I speak French, I’m just letting you know that so you think I’m cool.

It felt like I’d felt overwhelmed for weeks but actually I’m pretty sure I felt great last week.

When my mind decides I’m overwhelmed, it makes up stories about how hard everything has been for ages. Like when you have a fight with your boyfriend and then you feel sure that the thing he’s just done wrong is something he does wrong ALLL the time, you just can’t remember any specific examples.

But it’s all bollocks that the mind makes up to do what it does best – catastrophising. When I look in my gratitude journal I can see that last week I was feeling really bloody good about life!

So what are you up to mind, telling me the world was over on Tuesday?

I suspect it’s not just me feeling this way, there are some awful things happening in the world, and sometimes it’s just all too much, and it’s too hard for our brains to comprehend it all and still stay focussed and positive in our own lives.

What I generally do is hide and hermit myself when I’m feeling shitty, but I’ve been trying to undo that pattern, because as I tell my clients over and over – we’re used to existing in tribes, humans are not built to survive in the wilderness on our own, we’re meant to be surrounded by people who support us when we need it.

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One of my lovely clients says it and I think I’ve picked it up!

Yet most of us have created lives where we’re independent and perfect (I certainly have), which means that to keep up the facade we have to struggle alone.

So, in keeping with this, I’m sharing with you guys that I was overwhelmed and stressy this week, well, mostly just Tuesday, and I didn’t have an answer for it, though I do love to have answers. Welllll, that’s not true, I know that in general I need to stop telling myself I’m too busy and get back to doing the things I already know I need to be doing more of to calm myself the f down – yoga, meditation, healthy food, exercise, not struggling alone, handstands, getting outside.

So I ordered a box of vegetables to be delivered to my house and today I was very excited when it arrived.

Not that I really know what to do with them. But I will try my best to make them tasty, and if all else fails, blend them into a green smoothie so at least my cells are getting nutrients while my mind flips out.

I did also just open my bloody good jar to see if anything in there could help me, and it did make me feel a lot better.

(I wrote about it more inspiringly here – what to do when you just want to insta scroll your shite day into oblivion:)

Moral of the story: don’t stress/ worry/ catastrophise alone. And get a bloody good jar going for the days when it rains inside your head.

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Gidday, I'm Andrea

I'm a mindfulness advisor and former cynical pessimist.

I used to be an awkward, pessimistic, mediocrely happy overachiever.

Life looked good on the outside, but on the inside things were average.

I was indecisive, I didn't know what to do with my life, I self-sabotaged the hell out of my relationships.

I had a feeling I was going to keep f-ing things up for myself unless something radical changed.

The life handbrake-turn that followed over the next few years came as the result of learning what I now teach in Bloody Good Life 101. Just practical, relatable techniques without any rainbow and butterfly jibber jabber.