Bipolar Me

There are a number of mantras in the mental healthcare field: Mental Health Matters, My Story Isn’t Over, It’s Okay to Not Be Okay, Men’s Mental Health: Let’s Talk About It, You Are Stronger Than You Think.

The most common expression, perhaps, is: Depression Lies. Lots of people say it to themselves and others. Jenny Lawson says it frequently in her blog posts and books. It means that when you’re depressed, your mind tells you things that aren’t true—that you’re hopeless, useless, bad, unlovable, unloved, incompetent, incapable of ever feeling any better. And because you’re depressed, you believe them. You have an inner critic that repeats the false messages. They’re with you all the time, whatever you do. They keep you mired in your hopeless condition. It takes a long time to turn off those inner voices and their negative messages. It takes work.

But another truism that doesn’t get as much attention is this: Anxiety lies, too.

Anxiety tells you that you’ll fail, that only bad things await you, that you shouldn’t even try to achieve your goals, that something will thwart you, that you have only bad luck and you can’t change it, that every fear you have will come true, no matter what you do.

Anxiety can keep you from doing the things you want to do, whether that’s getting on an airplane, applying for a job, or starting a conversation. The inner critic from depression has its anxiety equivalent: your inner defeatist.

And when you have something to do that by all objective standards would make anyone anxious, like having an operation, taking a final exam, or getting married, your inner defeatist won’t let you accomplish it, or at least not without immobilizing fear. When I say immobilizing, I mean that literally. You can become so anxious that you can’t move—can’t get out of bed or out of your house, stop your hands or knees from shaking, force yourself to enter a room, or even speak.

So, what can you do when anxiety lies to you? How can you defeat your inner defeatist?

I have help on this one. My husband serves as my outer realist. When my anxiety soars and I’m catastrophizing, he helps me stay grounded. He tells me when my fears are unrealistic. He goes with me to difficult occasions like visits to the dentist. He reminds me of times when I’ve gotten through similar situations in the past. I can—and do—lean on him. He reminds me that anxiety lies.

But what can you do if you don’t have an outer realist like Dan? One thing you could try is to seek your inner Mr. Spock. Ask yourself if it’s logical to fear this event. Is it logical to think you’ll get a zero on the test you’ve studied all week for? No. You may not get 100, but getting a zero isn’t likely or logical. However, this strategy doesn’t usually work. Anxiety whispers: “You’ve been studying the wrong things. You’ll freeze up.” But it lies.

Another way to try defeating anxiety is to make a list of what you’re anxious about and assign a probability to each one. How likely is it that your plane will crash? Find statistics to reach a reasonable answer. (The answer is seven fatal accidents in over 40.6 million flights.) But, practical as this sounds, it doesn’t work well either. Anxiety whispers in your brain: “You’ll be on the one that crashes.” But it lies.

Another technique is to look at your track record. Of all the times you’ve been introduced to a stranger, how many times have you been unable to even say hello? Never? Anxiety whispers: “This time you won’t be able to.” Anxiety lies.

You could also find a sympathetic support person who can walk you through your anxiety. It doesn’t have to be someone who’s around all the time, like my husband is. You may have a friend that you can call for a reality check and a pep talk, or someone who will go with you to that doctor’s appointment. An outer supporter is more powerful than an inner defeatist. Someone who has been through it themselves can tell you from lived experience: Anxiety lies.

Perhaps the most effective way to defeat your inner defeatist is to talk back to it. Say, “I know you’re lying. My anxiety is real, but I know I can do the thing, or at least part of it. You don’t exist. I don’t have to listen to you.”

And of course, your therapist and your meds can help you during times when anxiety lies to you, when you are inclined to believe what it whispers to you anyway.

Let this become your mantra: Anxiety lies. Say it whenever anxiety whispers its dire warnings.

Anxiety lies.