Given the chaos-inducing results of the most recent presidential election in my country, we seem to be entering into another Dark Age akin to the beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic – which is when (and why) I started HalfoftheTruth.org. After months (years) of questioning whether and how to make time for adding more posts to this blog, I’ve realized that this very moment – another crisis point – is the perfect moment to once again share my thoughts in a semi-public fashion. (See the beginning of this post for an explanation of why I don’t share my name.)
Over the past couple of years, I have piloted and carried out four iterations of a peer support for gifted adults. It’s been an exceptional experience, and there is a lot to write about this: how it came about, how it’s structured, what I’ve learned… And, I will . For now, in anticipation of meeting for our final (sixth of six) session this evening, I’m writing this post for myself in advance, to make sure I’m prepared to hold space for others. Specifically, as our check-in, I am going to ask everyone:
“What tricks or tips work for YOU when you’re feeling gloomy?
How might I answer this question?
Well, I asked it of myself this morning. I’ve been dealing with existential depression all weekend, after a particularly intense week of work and family obligations. As soon as a little bit of wriggle room came in (i.e., no place to go or be with my kids in the very next hour; no pressing assignment due that very evening), depression swooped down and over me like an oppressive cloak.*
And here, roughly, is the set of skills I intuitively found myself tapping into — though not necessarily in this particular order; I circle around them like I do with most tasks in life, back and forth. With that said, I thought it might be interesting to surface and engage with them through writing.
- Remind myself of Maslow’s hierarchy*. As I hover (metaphorically) over my human body on existentially-laden days, I ask myself (literally): What are my basic survival needs, again? (This is necessary given how easily I shift into Being In My Mind and Feelings.) Are these basic needs being met? The human body I’m in needs fuel; have I eaten recently? Am I too hot or cold? Is my back hurting – and if so (unfortunately, that’s very likely these days), what can I do to address this? I remind myself I don’t deserve to hurt. It’s okay to be distracted by pain and reminded to do something about it.
(The issue of suffering and how much we “deserve” it is a topic for another day, time, and post; I will make a note here to remind myself that I’d like to return to it.)
* FYI, Maslow didn’t envision his hierarchy as a pyramid – but, so it goes when others take your ideas and try to make visual sense of them.
Integrally related to Maslow’s hierarchy is the following, which I’ll call out separately simply to discuss it on its own.
2. Check in on my kids. Are my kids okay? here are my three kids? What are they up to? Do they need anything? My oldest, C., is spending the weekend with her friend from out of town. I miss her after just one day away, but/and know this kind of missing is appropriate. My kids are still in my nest – they’re my charges. One day they’ll fly away, but for now, my instincts to worry and wonder on a daily basis are perfectly fine. I can send a quick text to check in on C., which I do – she’s having a great time, “just chilling.” She drives now, so I don’t even need to worry about getting her back home!
My middle child, D., has made lunch for himself, though I head downstairs to cut up an apple for him as well – a task I don’t need to do, but enjoy doing. Cutting an apple into 8 slices – skillfully tossing away the core and seeds into the sink – is an act I’ve done so many times in my life I literally couldn’t count (though I could certainly estimate, simply by calculating how many days I’ve been alive since roughly the age of 10). I never fear a knife in my hands when cutting up an apple (my favorite of all foods, for what that’s worth). I have a method of cutting which amuses some – “That’s not how I cut apples!” – and instantly elicits youthful gratitude in my kids. I place 8 apple slices into a bowl and hand it to my son as part of his lunch, and know that something primal has just taken place.
Now my rainforest mind is recalling working in the local public library as a teenager and seeing a book coming and going across the check-out desk called Chop Wood, Carry Water: A Guide to Finding Spiritual Fulfillment in Everyday Life by Rick Fields (1984).
[Note: A book with this same initial title – albeit a different subtitle, “How to Fall In Love With the Process of Becoming Great” – was published in 2015 by Joshua Medcalf. Just a heads up if you go searching. This later book is about achieving peak performance, whereas the former was about spirituality – what does this say about where we’re at societally?]
Back to the original book, I was far too existential and depressed at the time (as a teenager) to understand how anyone could want to spend time thinking about such mundanities as wood and water (!), but I’ve since learned the essential value of re-grounding in the basics. And so I’m reminded: I have laundry to pull out of the dryer, and other items hanging up to air dry on hooks, all of which need to be put into baskets, which themselves need to be taken downstairs for later communal sorting.
Speaking of the community I live with – back to checking in on my kids: my 14-year-old son, now eating lunch, is fine. As usual on the weekend, he’s accompanied by at least one of our cats in his room while he watches instructional YouTube videos and learns from them.
My youngest, I. (12 years old), is currently playing an interactive game online with her friend, making weird noises as they call out to one another. I remind her to eat some lunch, and she does. Hearing her (loud) playing reminds me of my next step towards self-care: sensory needs.
3. Ask myself: are my unique sensory needs being met throughout this challenging emotional day? This is also aligned with the first step in this blog post (i.e., Maslow’s hierarchy), but once again, I like to call it out specifically for myself given I’m a neurodivergent adult with pretty significant (i.e., atypical) “sensory sensitivities”. If my daughter is making slightly too much noise next door in her bedroom (thus distracting me), I can choose to listen to a video of white noise, or (on repeat) one of my favorite geeky piano songs: Peter Bence playing his “Piano Piece Based on the Fibonacci Sequence”. (Yes, he’s a gifted adult.)
If I’m distracted by people outside my window doing yardwork, or by too much sunshine streaming in, I’m allowed to pull down the blind. If I’m physically uncomfortable (too hot or cold, too restricted), I can change clothes. Etc.
4. Have I moved my body today? In times of chaos and/or depression (these are usually linked for me), I find it crucial to remind myself about what I have control over – which includes taking tiny steps towards building bodily strength. Just like I need to lie down and take breaks for my sensory health, I also need to feel physically empowered. To that end, I can stretch, lift the hand weights I have lying around on my floor, and head out on a brisk walk; I did all of those things this morning, very intentionally.
5. Ask myself: have I really taken care of must-do tasks that are actually timely? It’s always better to double check – and when I did that today, I realized that part of what was weighing on me was the fact I hadn’t yet read through dissertation exam question responses from a student whose committee I’m on, whose defense date is – tomorrow morning. Ah — see, stress is helpful at times. I took a break to skim through what she’s written, and verified I was sufficiently familiarized with her responses to engage meaningfully tomorrow. Meanwhile, when checking my calendar, I realize I have one lengthy Zoom meeting and then one lengthy in-person meeting (on campus) with only half an hour gap in between. (I live an hour away from work.) This means I need to start planning ahead for waking up early enough to head into work (physically speaking) with enough time to navigate rush hour traffic. My brain begins working on this puzzle-of-time (backwards planning: alarm, dress, make-up, breakfast, latte, commuting) and I feel relieved to know that at least I’m internally prepping.
6. Ask myself: What are we doing for dinner tonight? I’ve learned over the years that I do need to think at least a little bit about this, even though it’s truly not my responsibility to get this “perfect” despite relentless marketing towards mothers that If Only You Get Your Act Together You Will Effortlessly Feed Your Kids Healthily On a Budget. I make rice in a cooker and put slow-cooked ribs in the oven; I can smell them, and know this task is underway.
7. Reflect briefly: what other to-do tasks are coming up? This is the end of the quarter for me (I’m a professor), and I therefore have boatloads of grading to do. Meanwhile, it was very tempting (and easy) this morning to get caught up reading about my profession literally being under attack, and I gave myself permission to read exactly one article by trusted commentators about this: “‘It Is Facing a Campaign of Annihilation’: Three Columnists on Trump’s War Against Academia,” a conversation between NY Times Opinion Editor Patrick Healy alongside Masha Gessen, Tressie McMillan Cottom, and Bret Stephens. Reading this reminds me that brilliant minds are “on it” – while they don’t have solutions, and much of what they’re sharing is frightening, I’d rather know I’m not in this alone (I’m not). I CAN reflect on what I might (MIGHT) do as an academic myself, to contribute to public discussions about why so many Americans despise and mistrust higher education – though this will depend upon the always-finite resources of time and energy.
8. Check in with those I care about most. Other than myself, my kids, and my partner — he went out on a walk with me and took care of one task related to our R.V., and now is taking a nap to catch up on an especially hectic and sleep-deprived week — I know that it will help me to check in with friends. I share with my Gifted Adults group co-facilitator that I’m having a rough day but am fine — she affirms this right away, and acknowledges both relating AND being willing to step up in any way needed. I chat with my younger sister, and check in with another friend by text to set up a time to talk later in the week. The very act of talking with others (whether live, by phone, or by text) brings me back to my humanly existence, alongside others.
9. Make a little bit of time for something fun and distracting. Movies are probably my favorite escape hatch. I’ve been (re)visiting M. Night Shymalan’s films recently and adoring his truly unique vision. He writes, directs, sometimes produces, and usually cameos in each of his films, which aren’t for all tastes but – who cares? I was pleasantly surprised by Unbreakable (2000), in which Samuel L. Jackson’s character voices the following quote near the end:
“Do you know what the scariest thing is? To not know your place in this world, to not know why you’re here. That’s – that’s just an awful feeling.”
Yes, indeed, I think I’ll write a separate post about Night’s movies later, since he’s so clearly a gifted adult.
10. Write – even just a little bit. And, here I am – doing just that! My writing juices are (predictably) flowing, and I look forward to returning.
So – that’s my list, my series of proactive steps when feeling gloomy. These steps – again, done iteratively rather than lock-step – help me re-ground and make it through the day.
* Re: the oppressive cloak of depression, I’m used to this – it’s a familiar enough presence that one way my life could be measured is by the frequency and duration of its appearance. At the risk of banality, I’m eager to share the following image which popped up when doing a search for royalty-free images related to “cloak”; this is a Mourning Cloak Butterfly (no joke; this exists).
So – oppressive cloaks can fly away, can mask resilience, and are entirely a part of this world we co-exist in. I knew this already, but/and was glad for this additional knowledge of collective endurance.
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