Once you recognize and are aware of what is causing your unwellness, the next step is to obtain the knowledge needed for the appropriate treatment plan.
As well as continuing to learn new self-help plans and techniques in order to maintain a healthy lifestyle.
Now I want to share some techniques we commonly use in our family and the reasons why.
Even though my daughter, Nikki, and my husband both live with obsessive-compulsive disorder, the techniques may vary depending on their individual needs at the time.
Nikki tends to use a variety of techniques to get her through those rough times, since not one technique works at all times.
The main technique we try to reinforce in our household is to live in the present.
OCD is big when it comes to the “what if” scenario. What if I lose my job, what if I forget to unplug the iron and the house burns down, and so on.
By living in the present, a person tries to stay away from predicting the future. Because the future is unpredictable.
Another technique Nikki and my husband use is exercise.
An exercise routine can include an extensive work out at the gym.
For my daughter, a three-to-six-mile run allows her mind to rest from thinking.
Both use basic yoga as well as walking as part of their exercise technique.
I do not have OCD like Nikki and my husband.
But I am aware that I can get very hyperactive at times.
And like many other people, I get depressed, overwhelmed, and stressed.
My go to technique is walking. I walk at a good pace for me, but nowhere near what some would refer to as a power walk.
During this healing time, I take time to look at the birds, see the flowers, and take in the peaceful surroundings.
My favorite technique, however, is going to the cemetery. No this isn’t a typo. Let me explain.
Both my parents passed away in 2008, six weeks apart, and two years before Nikki’s journey on prescription drugs began.
In the roughest time of Nikki’s journey through prescription drugs, I started going to the cemetery quite frequently.
Something just drew me there.
I would stand at my parents’ grave site. Sometimes I’d cry and sometimes I would just talk quietly out loud.
By the time I left, whether five minutes or thirty, I felt a feeling of calmness.
Years later, I still find relief there.