It feels like it’s been forever since I sat down to type, but one thing that’s happened in that time is I feel like I’ve gotten stronger!
Prior to the summer beginning, I had taken on a lot of work.
Not only did I start a new course to help me with my future in the blogging world, but I started a few other things as well.
Namely, driving my son to soccer 2.5 hours away, and preparing to put my house on the market.
Now, into the summer, there’s been a shift in priorities. We’re focusing more on the house, and I’m focusing less on school.
That, and my son’s soccer has increased so there’s more driving.
None of this would be a big deal, but in addition to all of this, my health has taken a dive.
I’m in the hospital emergency 1-2 times per month, and after each visit it takes me longer to recover.
The last time, this past Sunday, was the worst yet. Fortunately, I had my mother with me.
She brought me to the hospital, and watched as my heart rate began to drop to near fatal.
I imagine this was terrifying for her. For me, not so much. It felt like another ‘been there, done that’ scenario.
In hindsight, yes, it’s pretty serious, and it’s very scary, but at the time I just felt tired.
Since then, it’s been explained to me that I have an overactive parasympathetic nervous system that triggers vasovagal syncope.
You can Google this…
The problem is that we can’t determine why this is happening, and so, I spend a lot of time at the hospital. Without knowing why it’s happening, they can’t determine how to treat it.
We Are Here. We Are Stronger.
Having a vasovagal attack is generally not dangerous. In layman’s terms, it causes one to faint. For me, it’s a lot worse than that.
I drift in and out of consciousness as my heart rate and blood pressure drop to dangerously low numbers.
For example, a normal resting heart rate for the average adult is between 60 and 100 beats per minute (bpm). This weekend mine dropped to 31 bpm.
Had it have dropped by even one more beat, they would have had to use the defibrillator.
A team of doctors prepped me to be shocked, as my mom stood by, holding on, and keeping me conscious. This lasted hours…
That was my Sunday… and that’s sort of why I have been laying low.
Until my health problems are determined, and my house is sold, I think it’s best if I do take some time away.
Fear not! I’m not quitting Mental Health and Me… to be honest, I think this website is one of the things keeping my mental health in a positive state.
I have decided to reduce my weekly posts to once per week, for now.
I’m not giving up completely because it’s great for me to write about my mental health epiphanies.
What I’ve noticed in having all these health scares, plus job stress (don’t even get me started there), and house-selling drama, is that my mental health has maintained its positive state.
I’ve been meditating every day, and other than that, I really haven’t done anything new.
Therefore, I can safely conclude that meditation has a positive impact on mental health.
How’s that for an epiphany?
For those that haven’t started meditating, or feel it’s a bit hippy-dippy, please try it. Start with five minutes a day. It doesn’t hurt to try.
In fact, it could save your life… think about my crazy heart condition and how I’ve held it together.
We are stronger than we give ourselves credit for. So don’t give up.
If your life is weighing you down, or you’re feeling the chaos of day to day living, try meditation.
Thank you all for bearing with me, and I’ll see you next week!