Shhh! There is A Body Hidden In the Basement

Yesterday, there was a body hidden in my basement. It was me. I was the body that was hidden. I should probably explain.

Yesterday, I took a sick day because my anxiety and depression were particularly bad. I just couldn’t bring myself to deal with people. However, there was a problem with my plan.

The problem was that my wife and I are currently renovating our master bathroom, so we have a contractor coming and going to work on it. Thus, I found myself hiding in the basement with the cat, unable to bring myself to even deal with the person in my own house, who is a truly nice man and who has, thus far, done excellent work.

And it is in moments like this, moments where I literally have to remove myself from the world, that I feel the most ridiculous. Because I know there is no actual reason to be anxious, but my brain won’t stop being a bastard about it. And instead I hide.

Yet as is the case with any body hidden in the basement, it is all about self-preservation. I may not be preserving myself from being arrested, but I am preserving myself from having to deal with a world that is sometimes just too much. And I can reassure myself with the knowledge that this self-care day will hopefully recharge me enough that I can hide less tomorrow. And I can reassure myself with my cat who is very cute, but who also has an unfortunate tendency to use my stomach as a launching platform, but that is really a whole other issue.

And what about you? What do you do when the days and the anxiety get to be too much? I would love to hear from you, if for no other reason than to reassure myself that I am not as ridiculous as I sometimes feel.

And until next time, thanks for reading.

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