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My top 5 anger cliches when living with a mental illness

Nicole Carman
Top 5 anger cliches when living with a mental illness

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Cliches are taboo in all forms of writing. But sometimes it’s the best way to describe the chaos of emotions that comes with daily stress and/or chronic physical or mental illness.

During increased levels of stress, the brain may continuously release cortisol which is the brain’s defense mechanism to a threat. Increased cortisol can impact cognitive function (#ThinkTalkDo). During ongoing stress, we often think differently. It can be harder to find the words we are looking for… so cliches are just easier. They are direct and to the point, people can relate to the meaning.

Cliche #1

“Crawl under a rock.”

Every so often, the stress of life just gets to me and I want to crawl under a rock. And preferably stay there forever. The cool, mossy darkness entices. The serenity of nothing beckons my brain.

Cliche #2

“Anger knocked on my door.”

Actually, it didn’t really knock. It came barreling in without any consideration for my feelings.

Cliche #3

“When the bough breaks.”

Even though I have invested a lot of time in therapy, sometimes the bough just breaks.

How anger unfolds for me now, compared to the beginning of my trauma recovery, is very different. In the early stages of my healing journey, I struggled to control my feelings and I cycled through explosive bouts of destructive anger.

At that time, throwing a brick through the window of my ex-husbands truck was just easier. Eventually, I had to learn how to identify the emotions that I was experiencing. Then I needed to learn how to explain what was going on in my head and in my body.

Anger is a normal human reaction to difficulties in life. However, it is theorized that many people never learn how to navigate anger effectively. It is not uncommon for people to have inadequate role models as children. These children don’t develop the coping skills necessary to navigate intense emotions.

I was one of those children. I had to learn how to deal with my feelings as an adult.

Until then, I only knew how to block my feelings and avoid them. The responsibility of marriage and a family was a big stressor and I was forced to deal with my emotions. It didn’t take long for anger to become a primary emotion for me. (Click here to discover how I compare mental illness and popcorn.)

People who know me now will find my brick confession difficult to believe.

I have worked very hard to understand who I am. I practice mindfulness and stay positive. Most importantly, I work hard to keep my ego in check. I try very hard not to let other people’s actions impact my emotions.

I need to emphasise TRY. It is a constant work in progress.

Cliche #4

“Pushed me over the edge.”

Let me explain a super innocent play by play of events that push me over the proverbial edge. Thankfully, (this time) it wasn’t the edge of a cliff, it was just a small hill. (Yay therapy!)

I walked in the door after a late night of work and I was immediately bombarded by life. A whole bunch of nothing quickly turned into a shit ton (a technical term) of everything. For some reason, completely unknown to the universe we didn’t get our water delivery. Not a big deal in my head, but it was to my son because our well water is nasty.

My son called to my boyfriend, who was sitting in the family room, “Hey, Brian, did you fill the water jug with well water?”

Brian stood up and started walking towards the kitchen.

In that moment, all I cared about were my herbs. I love my tiny garden. The little plants I cultivate are therapeutic and delicious. I have developed a (fairly consistent) routine of nurturing the herbs before work. I am (usually) pretty good at not killing them.

The iron deposits in our water stain everything so I use bottled water for the plants. Before Brian could respond, I said, “Babe, please let me know when you do that so I don’t use the well water for the herbs.”

Brian stopped at the table and said, “That’s only the second time I put well water in the dispenser.”

I knew he did it so we can have hot and cold water on demand. Brian went on to explain that we didn’t get a delivery this month. I was confused and asked why we didn’t get more water.

“I don’t know, it’s not on the calendar.” He said, annoyed.

“What calendar? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why would they skip a month of delivery?” I forced myself to stay calm.

But he was aggravated and had absolutely no tolerance for my ignorance regarding the water. Which in turn pissed me off because he manages the deliveries. I quickly gave up on the conversation and barked, “Whatever, I’m going to my room.” Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I made an effort to let it go. I employed a few coping skills to help manage my irritation. I utilized a breathing strategy. Practiced being present. Contemplated meditation (which I hate…so I was clearly putting forth a lot of effort to stay calm).

Eventually I gave in and let my ego slowly feed what would normally just be an annoyance. I let my feelings turn into something deeper and more powerful. I wallowed in the growing anger and allowed myself to blame Brian for my feelings.

Cliche #5

“Tossed and turned.”

I worked myself into a mini frenzy and I couldn’t calm my brain. I wanted to go to sleep but I tossed and turned – for what seemed like hours.

After I finally fell asleep, Brian came to bed, which (of course) woke me. In my head I needed Brian to feel responsible for my anger. I expected him to apologize for being a jerk.

When he didn’t, I took that kindling and added it to my dwindling fire. I stirred the smoldering coals to add fresh oxygen and watched the flames re-ignite. I didn’t want the fire to go out.

I knew this wasn’t about the water delivery. But that didn’t matter. In that moment, I needed to be angry.

After some self reflection over the next couple days, I realized the stress of having a partner with a recent diagnosis of dissociative identity disorder (DID, formerly known as multiple personality disorder) had been weighing on me. The intensity of this new stressor threw me back to former habits of avoidance. I needed to re-work my coping strategies to align with my new reality.

Are there any go to cliches that you use when you are angry?

Nicole Carman

My name is Nicole Carman and I’m a mental health advocate and writer who is diagnosed with bipolar II disorder, depression and anxiety. I'm the Founder of the Mental Health Awareness Project. I’m extremely passionate about raising awareness of mental health topics, including general mental health, mental wellness, and mental illnesses.

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