How to get through the night.

Getting through the night. I use this term to mean dealing with flooding anxiety. When I am in this state, my thinking mind cannot be counted on for a clear, objective inner weather report. The critic is in the house, and I need help.

Exercise is probably the best way to shift the mood. But guess what? When the night encroaches it never enters my awareness to exercise. I just get caught in loops of thought which tell the same story over and over, with slight variations. Sometimes endless, internal arguing. Looping puts more weight in the “story” and its myriad possibilities. I feel stuck! I need help. And of course, I feel bad because I ‘m in the drama, I am the drama.Blah blah blah blah blah.

At a certain point, I do pick up the phone.

These are some of the people I call:

My former therapist. She holds a picture of my history. It’s all there– the good, the bad, the ugly. My little Zorina is held in loving compassion. She reminds me of the facts of being an extroverted, intuitive-feeling type living within a thinking world. Don’t take it personally, don’t TAKE it personally, DON’T take it personally, don’t take IT personally, don’t take it PERSONALLY. In every way possible, she guides me to true north and then hangs up the phone. Her voice sustains me for a good, long while.

Second is my husband. As an active, sitting meditator and Bhuddyest, he reminds me of the wisdom of the body, returning to the neutrality of simply breathing and detaching from the stimulus. He is also a therapist, and can listen and point out the cognitive distortions that underlie my suffering while he cooks me an omelette and a tortilla to eat.

The third are my girlfriends.

I will call them by name but not their real ones. (Please know how much you help.)

First is Nan from Texas. She is a bright, positive spirit who knows many of the cast of characters in my life. She  brings  the big astrological, planetary shift perspective to the table. Sometimes it seems a little woo-woo, but she never fails to cheer me and comfort me.

Secondly, is my dear friend from Lala land, Lulu.

She is a therapist, a healer, and artist, a brilliant star with loads of insight. She is a skilled listener,  putting pieces together that I might not see. I call her in extreme states of confusion about what is real, and what is just a distraction. She inspires me to work on the parts that are less known to me. I treasure her also because she  isn’t always available. If I let her know I need her, she is always there!

Introducing Renee. Without a doubt the most pronoic person I have ever met in my life. You know that expression, “It’s all good?”  That’s her.  Not to say that she doesn’t have her own tsuris when her parents come to visit for months on end, but she has basic inner balance. Doesn’t hurt that  she has an ongoing spiritual practice.Renee is very, very savvy about reading people and situations. She is a great friend for the questions, “Am I crazy, or did this ( fill in the blank)  just happen?”.

Kathy is my newest friend/counselor in Sequim. Highly intuitive. Finds the true gold within the story – the parts to pay attention to and helps me to disregard the rest.

There are other counselors, friends, barometers, and weather vanes, and for all I am indebted for your time, energy, and willingness in the nighttime.

And then– there is Kiki.

This girlfriend, dear readers, is my real middle of the night girlfriend. This is the friend you can ask to pick you up at the airport at inconvenient times, or to listen to you at 4 o’clock in the morning when the demons howl and vampires come out to suck your blood. She is the one I called from Bali when my mother died.

The title of this blog is funny, right?  “With my dress over my head”?

But even though I’m spinning my wheels, it is not fun or funny to live through. I feel intensely embarrassed,  ashamed, messy,  triggered, and awkward. Not pretty at all.

Kiki knows how to listen to me. She is patient with me when I explain yet again why  X, Y, and Z trigger me. She doesn’t hold it against me or judge me that I still stub my proverbial toe  the same way and it still hurts even after it is over. And when it  is over we flow to the next pool together.

We also have a kind of twisted humor that allows the dark night of the soul to become the bonfire of the vanities. When she says, “get over it ,”  I will.

So the best way to get through the night: a flashlight, a warm blanket, and the love of those who accept you unconditionally. Remember what  John Lennon said:

Whatever gets you through the night ‘salright, ‘salright
It’s your money or life ‘salright, ‘salright
Don’t need a sword to cut through flowers oh no, oh no

Whatever gets you through your life ‘salright, ‘salright
Do it wrong or do it right ‘salright, ‘salright
Don’t need a watch to waste your time oh no, oh no

Hold me darlin come on listen to me
I won’t do you no harm
Trust me darlin come on listen to me, come on listen to me
Come on listen, listen

Whatever gets you to the light ‘salright, ‘salright
Out the blue or out of sight ‘salright, ‘salright
Don’t need a gun to blow your mind oh no, oh no

Hold me darlin’ come on listen to me
I won’t do you no harm
Trust me darlin’ come on listen to me, come on listen to me
Come on listen, listen

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5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Nancy
    Dec 21, 2011 @ 23:19:23

    Be reassured that you can find yourself though all of this as it occurs. I marvel at your sincerity and ability to express yourself. So many gifts that you share with intensity and passion. Indeed you do have many who love you and listen without judgment. This is a difficult time of year and I too miss my mom. Your loss is still very fresh and it is ok to be happy, sad, angry, and a multitude of other emotions. Please be kind to yourself both during the day and night… I picture you with the dress over your head with your eyes peeking out so you do not miss what is going on… ha! ever-so curious, fearful,playful, and tenacious. It’s ‘salright, ‘salright. hugs

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  2. truthselfevident
    Dec 22, 2011 @ 00:13:28

    Love you Zorina! The world is such a beautiful place with you in it!

    Thom

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  3. K..Rose...W
    Dec 22, 2011 @ 17:22:05

    Your WOOD is woody
    Your METAL is tested
    Your AIR is in the heavens
    Your WATER..just flow with it…karma relaxed has many graces…
    Your EARTH…is spinning….but isn’t that what planets do?
    Your FIRE will never go out….duh..1 + 1 = 2…the sun will rise in the East….that’s my Z!

    AND….

    DON”T THINK….and get your left brain’s panties in a twist…along with your gut…
    DON”T CARE…be detached….expect nothing…
    JUST LOVE….be in a state of love/grace….or let’s just say that truly…..LOVE IS ALL WE NEED (John Lennon-a pretty smart guy)…nothing matters when our hearts are filled with love….

    AND I LOVE YOU! COME TO THE LOVE FEST….THE SEASON IS RIPE WITH IT…

    Blessed be…K.

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  4. Mira
    Dec 27, 2011 @ 18:03:36

    Love you Aunt Z. XO

    Reply

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