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Ceridwen again
So this is kind of odd…but when I was in the thick of things, painting was my go to hobby: I would completely escape into my own world.
At this point in my life I had all the “grounding” hobbies but none of them really grounded me: yoga, art, etc.
I remember feeling almost manic, high energy, etc.
Well since then I’ve been putting in a lot of work and my life is far different and I am usually pretty grounded (at least relatively). But I recent remembered that feeling I had when painting: of just disconnecting entirely and having that amazing almost manic feeling again. I tried to recreate that last night while painting and it was so jarring…I felt insanely ungrounded and my Garmin watch, which can measure stress levels, kept alerting my to try and calm myself…I kept holding my breath and just felt SO off and almost threw up after…Felt disconnected from my boyfriend whom I live a bit in that moment too…(which was highly unpleasant because he’s the best).
I don’t know it was just very strange and I guess I kind of asked for it because I was chasing that feeling…but I was NOT expecting that….I felt strange and almost guilty after the whole thing.
Has anyone else experienced something like this before when trying old hobbies that allowed for escapism (maybe a little too much)??
At this point in my life I had all the “grounding” hobbies but none of them really grounded me: yoga, art, etc.
I remember feeling almost manic, high energy, etc.
Well since then I’ve been putting in a lot of work and my life is far different and I am usually pretty grounded (at least relatively). But I recent remembered that feeling I had when painting: of just disconnecting entirely and having that amazing almost manic feeling again. I tried to recreate that last night while painting and it was so jarring…I felt insanely ungrounded and my Garmin watch, which can measure stress levels, kept alerting my to try and calm myself…I kept holding my breath and just felt SO off and almost threw up after…Felt disconnected from my boyfriend whom I live a bit in that moment too…(which was highly unpleasant because he’s the best).
I don’t know it was just very strange and I guess I kind of asked for it because I was chasing that feeling…but I was NOT expecting that….I felt strange and almost guilty after the whole thing.
Has anyone else experienced something like this before when trying old hobbies that allowed for escapism (maybe a little too much)??