First Published at Still Standing Magazine
How do you control the thoughts in your mind? How do you stop them from forever tending towards the negative? When the worst thing you could imagine in life happens your innocence is shattered forever. You can no longer rely on the good old faithful “that will never happen to me”. You now know that the darkness really does exist and you will do anything not to go back there.
Negatron. That is what people should call me these days. No matter how much I try to be positive or look for the good, the first place my mind brings me to is the negative. I wasn’t always like this but the death of my son changed everything for me. I now always worry that the worst will happen.
When my husband goes out for a run and doesn’t come home exactly on time I assume he has had a heart attack and died on the side of the road. When I get a blood test for something benign and routine I assume that the doctors will discover that there is something seriously wrong with me. I literally sit at home in a panic waiting for the bad news that inevitably doesn’t come. My husband walks in the door all sweaty and tired, late because he stopped for a coffee. My results come back all clear from the doctor. My pounding heart starts to slow and the relief sweeps through my body…until the next time.
So on top of all of the rest of my grief, I also have to work at being positive. I have to constantly pull back my negative thoughts and rationalise with my own mind. No, the worst won’t happen. I can do this. Life can be good.
It is exhausting. People around me try to help. They try to rationalise the irrational thoughts in my head. They point out that the odds of something bad happening like that are so low. But statistics are no longer my friend. The odds of my son being stillborn were roughly 1% but I was that 1%.
The other thing I often get told is to just stay positive. Oh, how I have to laugh when this beauty rears its ugly head. Just stay positive. Telling someone who is suffering from anxiety to just stay positive is tantamount to telling someone with depression to just be happy, or for an alcoholic to just stop drinking. Unfortunately, it is just not that easy.
You see the thing is that I want to be happy. I want to be positive. I want to see the silver lining and embrace opportunities. Much like grief, if I try to block out my negative thoughts they only get worse. So I now let them come. I recognise them but I try not to give them fuel. I try not to breathe life into them by feeding the negativity. I speak to myself saying yes the bad outcome is a possibility but the good outcome is more likely. Sometimes it works, other times it doesn’t but every time I try.
If running a marathon is about mind over body, then maybe overcoming negative thoughts is about heart over mind. It is about giving love and hope the opportunity to shine through. Maybe they are what light the road ahead of us so we can see where we are going.
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6 thoughts on “Wrestling With The Negative Thoughts In My Mind”
Beautifully written 💗
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Thank you for helping me put my thoughts down into words. You always know how to do that. Much love.
Thank you Adrianna, I’m so glad they help xxxx
I am sorry this is late & not fitting at this time. I understand EVERY SINGLE YOU HAVE SAID & FEEL. My son Alex, also stillborn(33 was) had the cord around his neck, like you the docs said a 1 in a million chance of that happening. I don’t know the “actual” numbers, they probably made it extreme to try & make me feel better. LOL. I understand completely feeling like you will be that 1% on everything. PLEASE THIS IS VERY MUCH MEANT FROM A PLACE OF LOVE, not meant to upset you. In my case, it has been that I’m that small %. It’s hard but there is always a flip side. It was hard at first but whenever I tell anyone about Alex, they always seem to have this horribly sad look on their faces, which makes me feel bad for them. My Nana(God bless her soul) could NOT understand WHY I felt the need to say I have a child,etc,etc. But denying he ever existed or that I was not a Mother felt worse then the look on their faces. So, I choose NOT to deny him & to fix the uncomfortableness I felt when I talked about him, I found myself doing the following…….I would talk about him, say he died(for some reason I always avoided saying he was stillborn. I always got a sense of “ OHHHH, u didn’t really know him” which broke my heart so I went around it”) when I would say he died, they would ask what happened, I responded it was one of those 1% in million things. Followed immeadiately by “I realize I will always be that 1 in a million. So a figure at some point I will be winning the lottery” then most of the time everyone chuckles & the sadness is lifted. To me, losing our children is very sad but I feel that wasn’t the point of God sending them to us. So we forge on, for our children, for living a great life so our children in heaven can be proud of us, so we can get to heaven one day where we can see them & hold them & feel whole again.
Please excuse my run on sentence, lack of punctuation etc. I just write what I’m thinking, LoL.
Always here if you ever need anything. firstname.lastname@example.org. With love & prayers, Joni Kazaras
Thank you for your lovely message Joni & sharing Alex with me. It’s a hard journey no matter what way you look at it. I always say I have a son too, no matter how painful or uncomfortable for others. By talking about them we keep their memory alive. Sending love to you and your family xx