Red Flag Anxiety Days, and How to Cope without Combusting
I moved to Portland last month, suddenly, as I mentioned here. Had to get out of Florida, don’t regret it.
I already had been dealing with those big stressful life events as listed on the SRRS scale for a number of years. I haven’t added them up, because I’m too busy dealing with them. But they’ve got to be off the charts.
And now I was hoping to reach green pastures and still waters, as per Psalm 23.
Naive? Sure. Hopeful despite everything.
Portland is known for summertime fires. Dry weather and high temperatures mean that some days are known as Red Flag Days, with high risk of fires.
Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool
My anxiety forecast? Same.
You know those days when you’ve been blissfully sleeping, but then you get a scam call or a phone alert about your bank account and then BOOM! All the adrenaline.
Heart racing, mind racing, palms sweating, fight or flight activated, trauma state reactivated. Digestion stops. Hunger goes away. Forget to breathe.
I have that, a LOT. Today, actually.
