Rather than try to advise you, I’m just going to relate my own experiences and let you decide if you think they’re applicable. I’ll do it in chunks.
Regarding stressing about things that don’t matter.
This was a real problem for me. Stupid, insignificant things would bother me to no end. I had a very particular way of making coffee, and one time my wife made the coffee. I didn’t like how she poured the water into the filter, so I dumped it out and made it over. Stupid. It was fine. If things didn’t go exactly right, I’d be useless the rest of the day. Like if I made breakfast and the pancakes didn’t come out right, I wouldn’t do anything the whole rest of the day. I wouldn’t get nervous or angry about these nagging little things, but mostly apathetic. If things didn’t go exactly right, then I didn’t want to do anything, fuck it, I’d check out mentally and just do nothing and be grumpy all day. It’s not depression, or rage, more like extreme moodiness, but getting into these down moods opens the door for the beast. (The beast is my alcoholism, he lives in my subconscious and is trying to kill me, but that’s neither here nor there.)
First, I recognized this behavior. That’s key. You’ve no idea how many people drift through life without consciously examining their emotions and trying to figure out why they feel as they do. So I saw that I had this disproportionate reaction to trivial issues, I recognized that it wasn’t healthy or productive, and I understood that it came on as a result of various triggers. So I discussed this behavioral issue with my doctor and we talked about ways it might be addressed. I already knew counseling wasn’t going to help, I’ll talk about that in a future post, and there was nothing I could do to avoid the triggers since the trigger could be any unexpected obstacle. That left drugs along with more exotic treatments like hypnotism. I hooked up with a Psych Pharm nurse and it was the best thing ever. This is a person who’s sole thing is prescribing medications to fix/alleviate mental issues. She wasn’t a shrink or a counselor, but she had a very caring/motherly personality. We started every session with a hug sort of thing.
Well, we tried a variety of protocols and I finally ended up taking Bupropion (Wellbutrin) and Citalopram (Celexa) and the combination has worked very well for me. I’ve been taking them for about, shit, 8 years maybe? Dose hasn’t changed. The drugs never had a strongly noticeable effect on me, I never didn’t feel like me, I never felt strange or high or anything else. But over time, I found that I had a much easier time letting things go, letting little things roll off my back. I have a much more relaxed attitude now and more stable moods. I’m taking anti-depressants, but I don’t suffer from depression, but still, my quality of life is much improved because of it.
The drugs also help me deal with OCD tendencies. Now, I don’t have OCD, and it bugs me when other people joke about being OCD, because they’re not. Real OCD fucks up your life in a major way, like fixing the tassels on the edge of your carpet at 3:30 in the morning kind of shit. I never did that. But I do obsess over things. Like I’d use a ruler to make sure the box of Kleenex is square with the edge of my desk, and if I didn’t do that, I’d be thinking about it the whole day. Now I don’t have that so much. I’ll still get anal about certain things, but not nearly as extreme as I used to.
Thus ends this installment of Inside the Skull, by JsinOwl