Recently my wife and I chatted about our uniquely different
ways of thinking. We were finishing up with our socially distanced dinner and
out of the blue, without any context, she made a comment. I gave her a puzzled
look and asked her what she was talking about. To her it was obvious, she was
adding more to a story she had told me half an hour before.
She then went on to explain her way of thinking. She
compared it to a boat skimming across the water, literally moving rapidly from
one spot to another. That made sense to me. Her brain was going at an
incredible pace, from one thought to another, never lingering too long, and
often circling back.
That got me thinking about my thinking. In keeping with the
analogy of water and water vessels I suggested that my thinking was more in the
line of a submarine. I come across a thought and do a deep dive. As I dive into
the murky waters moving in any direction, other than down, is a slow, tedious
process. So I sink into the darkness and conjure up things that border on the
ridiculous. In addition, when I do surface, I often can’t remember where I was.
Case in point. In the follow-up to our “thinking”
conversation, she asked me what I had been thinking. I gave her a blank stare,
said I had no idea, only remembered I had been very angry at someone.
Our brains have an innate way of playing tricks on us. (Out
of curiosity I looked up the word innate and was surprised to find the
following definition; “coming directly from the mind rather than being acquired
by experience or from external sources”. That kind of makes my point right
there. So instead of writing anything else I could leave it at that. But I
won’t)
Over the last weeks, as I was struggling with identifying
what could be causing my depressed mood and increased anxiety, I kept telling
myself that I needed to change my thinking. I needed to exercise positive
thinking, find things I was grateful for (more on that another time). In simple
words, get rid of my stinking thinking. But I found that difficult.
Then I was reminded of our “fight or flight” stress
response. I read something, somewhere, but can’t find it so I may be making
this up. Without going into medical terminology, which I don’t know anyway, and
without being to technical let me explain.
Our brains have natural, built in stress responses. So, for
example, when you drive down an icy road, the vehicle begins to skid sideways
and hitting the ditch is inevitable, a particular part of the brain goes into
an aroused state and the stress response kicks in. When the smoke, or in this
case snow and ice, clears our brains have the ability to revert back to normal
in short order.
However, when a stressor becomes chronic our brain begins to
function differently as well. It goes into a heightened state where it is constantly
in a fight or flight state. That is when anxiety increases with the potential
for a slide into depression. Our behaviors change. We are more likely to become
irritated. Physical aches and pains increase. In short we become more reactive
to seemingly minor events.
You may be thinking, Friesen, you went through this when you
were farming. And you are right, I did. What I have come to understand is that
the pandemic we are in has done the same thing to me. It has become a chronic
stressor. And as such I need to deal with those stressors no differently than I
have in the past. And that is why the appointment with my therapist was
crucially important for me. It reminded me of “winning” in the past and
provided me the encouragement to win again. Make it a good one.
No comments:
Post a Comment