5 ways to break the addiction to sadness
by andrea baker
I spent almost the entire month of December walking around
feeling sorry for myself. I hate to admit that but it’s true. As
soon as December hit, I began reminding others that I was going to be
sad that month and asked them to be gentle with me. What hit me
one morning, about three weeks into the month, was that I was choosing to be sad - like, actively - though not necessarily consciously choosing to be
sad. Sadness is not my default setting, so it took great effort to
create and sustain this emotion. Admittedly, I’d had some stressful
and shitty things happen over the past few months. However, I realized
within minutes of waking up that morning that I had been making a habit of
being sad. I hadn’t just been reminding others that I was going to be sad that month, I had actually been reminding myself that I was supposed to be
sad, too.
Here’s how it played out that morning - how a series of
thoughts chain-linked to allow me to tune into the scripts that had been
insidiously running through my brain: It was Sunday morning. The
winter solstice. The script that is set to autoplay every year on
that date reflects my love of sunshine, light, and summer… and my fear and
loathing of the dark days. That one was already running when I woke up.
Then I immediately hit the start button on the track that was freshly
laid down Friday evening when I got a wound-opening and heart-lacerating
message from someone who had once been a huge and lovely part of my
life. Next, I began to gradually mix in the track in my head that had been
reminding me that Christmas was just four days away and that I was not
going to be spending it with my family.
I was sincerely convinced that all of this sadness was
real. I was preparing to spend the morning under my covers journaling it all
out and chronicling the heaviness of my heart. By the time I opened
my blinds to see the sun shining, started the coffee, turned the lights on in
my little Christmas tree, and made my way back to my room, I was smiling
and singing Blondie’s Dreaming. It’s just what happened. Then
the voices in my head got super irritated with me. They loudly and
unequivocally reminded me that I wasn’t supposed to be smiling and
singing. Obviously they won that round of the argument because I suddenly heard
the gloomy triple track mix that I had been listening to earlier. It
drowned out Debbie Harry, and I felt drained of energy. Unfortunately for
the voices, they came in too heavy. I was suddenly too tired to write out my world
is too much with me late and soon list of woes. Instead, I started flipping
through my Instagram feed in search of suitable distraction. I locked on
to a post about the solstice. Instead of focusing on the day’s lack of all that is light and
bright, the post issued a reminder: “Be a leader with honor
and integrity. Be bold. Be courageous. You want to breathe deeply. Ground and
center yourself before taking action. Then you can move from your heart.” Then the author quoted Mandela and said, “May
your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.”
What? Choose hope, not fear? Like, actually choose
it? The
trifecta of soul-sucking tracks in my head suddenly stopped. It seems
so obvious now, but it was a completely revolutionary moment for me - a
full-on legitimate miracle. In an instant, I realized how hard I had been
working to prevent myself from choosing hope. Instead, I had been choosing
to manufacture sadness and its evil cousins (loneliness, anxiety, fear,
resentment, jealousy). It was exhausting. The second I read that
quote, my head cleared and I felt settled and, yup, even happy. More myself.
It’s like the auto-hypnosis I had been under suddenly broke.
I did end up journaling, but it wasn’t a macabre list of
malcontent. Instead it turned into a record of counterpoint evidence as to
why my sadness wasn’t real. It had been fabricated, and choosing it had become
nothing more than a bad habit. To be clear, I knew I would miss my
family during holiday season and I was sincerely hurt by the message I
received Friday evening. And everyone knows that I am a full-on summer
girl who can’t grasp how anyone could ever choose winter as their favorite
season. So the sadness associated with those things was real. However, I
had been giving it way too much power and energy, way too much space in my
head. The things in my life for which I was (am) grateful far outweigh
all of the other stuff. I know I have written these lists before
(eventually I will know them all by heart), but here are a few of the things that helped me that day. These are things I recommend trying whenever you
catch yourself making choices based on sadness (or fear, etc.) instead of
hope:
Gratitude ~ The list of things for which I am grateful
each and every week easily fills pages in my journal. So, do it! Write out
the things (big and small, temporary and enduring) for which you are grateful.
Music ~ Music always helps me. In addition to
Blondie, Joel Thomas Hynes’ new song Livingstone and Lime was
in regular rotation as I moved through my day today. If you combine music
with dancing, it’s almost impossible to be sad.
Exercise ~ Just move. Do something: sweat, get the
endorphins flowing. Pick The Good People ~ I know there are a
million inspirational quotes floating around cyberspace right now about
not wasting time on the people who don’t treat you well but it sometimes
takes a long time for that to sink in (especially when you are an optimist
at heart and truly believe that love changes the world). I realized that
day that I needed to let go of (like, truly let go of) someone who was no
longer bringing positive energy to my life. It’s a hard thing for me to do.
Always Take The High Road ~ Be brave and kind, but know that taking the high road doesn’t always mean letting things pass unanswered. Sometimes the high road involves standing up for yourself. Sometimes it involves saying things to set the record straight.
If all of that fails, eat chocolate and watch Elf. That was going to be my Plan B that day.
Always Take The High Road ~ Be brave and kind, but know that taking the high road doesn’t always mean letting things pass unanswered. Sometimes the high road involves standing up for yourself. Sometimes it involves saying things to set the record straight.
If all of that fails, eat chocolate and watch Elf. That was going to be my Plan B that day.