I deal with anxiety by engaging in the familiar. My husband hates spoilers, but I love them – I don’t have to be anxious about the outcome of a fictional story if I have spoilers. This also part of why I watch television shows and read books several times. It’s soothing, comforting, and every time I re-read or re-watch, I catch something new and interesting.
It helps distract me from my brain, which lately has not been an ally.
Meanwhile, my husband needs new stimuli for distraction. So, figuring out a middle ground there has been a challenge. We’ve been watching the Netflix version of “A Series of Unfortunate Events” which is zany enough, my anxiety alarms (over nothing, stupid brain chemicals! grr) don’t go blaring and make it unenjoyable.
I’ve also switched a lot of my online time to Twitter over Facebook. There’s much more to distract me, and even though there’s still all of the terrible Trump news there’s also a lot of humor, a lot of support, and a lot of fandoms. In one day, one of my favorite actresses liked a post I made, and I got to watch another show’s star deal with a whiny dog. That has never happened on Facebook. Small things.
There’s no real point to this post, just thoughts meandering.