Imagine how nice it must be to have a normal brain. A brain that isn’t trying to sabotage you at every turn. A brain that doesn’t spring into action every morning and choose chaos.
Obviously I can’t relate as my brain has seemingly decided that it is my greatest enemy and it’s mission in life is to make every day a battle. Luckily I am winning the battle but that is besides the point.
Growing up my brain and I had a fantastic (yet perhaps volatile) relationship, my brain was my ally and enabled me to be smart, confident and rational. Luckily for me my brain was super smart and so it took the wheel and guided me through my academic life with ease. It was also inquisitive and determined so together we had some wonderful and enriching adventures.
Albeit, all good things must come to an end, and much like a toxic, unhealthy relationship, my brain and I began to breakdown. It became bored of our picture perfect life we had built together and instead chose the path of destruction. Despite my body begging for us to reconcile, my brain instead decided it quite liked the sound of addiction and went all in on the alcoholic route.
Deep down I think my brain was desperately trying to cut ties it’s fleshy vessel as it went out of its way to make all of the worst possible decisions on my behalf and very nearly succeeded in winning the battle. Yet I fought back and won. My fleshy vessel stood its ground and forced my brain to stop being such a dick. I pulled it, kicking and screaming, out of active addiction and dragged it down the road of sobriety.
I thought I’d won the battle for good but it turns out that my brain wasn’t quite down with its tantrum and instead replaced addiction with something equally as debilitating… severe anxiety.
Let me tell you know during those first few weeks of sobriety the dreaded cloud of anxiety rained over me like it was monsoon season. It was new and it was terrifying. I could barely leave the house at times as the sense of dread was so overwhelming that I genuinely thought I’d faint if I went outside. The first time I experienced a panic attack I honestly thought I was having a heart attack and went as far as to call for a paramedic (very uncool, Brain). It stopped me in my tracks and suddenly I was a nervous wreck. Going to new places gave me palpitations. Being in crowded places made me feel like I was about to pass out. Doing the things I once loved was no longer an option because my brain just refused to let me.
I became really withdrawn for a while because of it. Here I was, so happy to be sober but unable to enjoy my new found life as it was overridden by a incredible sense of dread. I did seek out medical advice and was prescribed a couple of different medications but I never found anything that made me feel any better so I opted out of the pharmaceutical route after a while.
Eventually I started trying to silence my brain and began fighting back a little bit at a time. I never pushed myself past my limits and took it very slowly but each time I did something that made me anxious I would remind myself that I was fine and nothing terrible was going to happen.
Overtime it has gotten better. It has taken years and I still battle with it every single day but I am able to do things now that I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing a few years ago. It’s not that I have got over it but rather that I have got better at dealing with it and have built a great inventory of relaxation techniques. I carry rescue remedy everywhere, I chew cbd gummies like there’s no tomorrow, I wear tinted glasses to feel less exposed… etc etc. But I’ve not turned back to alcohol for comfort.
Last year I bought a house, moved 250 miles away and started a new job in a new town. My brain tried to tell me I couldn’t do it but I did. I got married this year and stood in front of a bunch of people while I said my vows. My brain tried to tell me I couldn’t do it but I did. I have been to the theatre and for dinners with friends and to big work conferences. All things that would have triggered a panic attack a while back. Hell, I even went to the dentist and had a filling. The dentist is my number one fear so I’m particularly proud of that one.
It would be nice if I could do these things without having to argue with my brain first but I’m not there yet. I might never be there, maybe my brain and I will always be rivals but at least I try to fight back now. Sometimes my brain wins and I have to bail on doing something because I just can’t face it. But sometimes I win and I get to enjoy doing something and feeling proud of myself afterwards.