“The mind is everything. What you think you become.” — Buddha
This past weekend, I talked myself into getting sick.
How do I know that, you ask?
Because I told myself that I probably would get sick.
You see, it was a bit of a stressful week. Lots of running around, meeting with people, late nights, and overtime. I loved it all, but I could feel that my body was starting to get a bit “keyed” up–not my usual relaxed, often-blissful state at which I prefer to hover.
I vocalized my concern to my massage therapist, and began to create a plan to “reset” my body. That plan included drinking more fluids, eating more healthy soups, and creating an indoor exercise program to work around the cold, snowy weather. What I forgot was to slow down, meditate and remember keep my heart chakra open.
I had finished cooking lentil soup when I read on Facebook that one of my mentors was on her way to a vacation in Hawaii, but ended up in the hospital instead. This was a bit shocking to me because she seemed like such a healthy person. I started to wonder about the cause of her illness–did it come on suddenly? Is it life threatening?
That thought triggered a series of my own thoughts. Could I get sick out-of-the-blue, too? Could I end up in the hospital this weekend, too?
My stress started to rise a bit and was exacerbated by a disagreement with my husband. We got stuck on an issue and the tension it created while we were working it out was enough to add some negative energy to my physical stress. I told him we’d better figure out a solution because it was literally making me sick.
Soon after that, we did figure it out.
All seemed well, until I was waken in the middle of the night with a strange pain in my upper stomach. I had never felt anything like it and was a bit worried. Was this serious? Would I end up in the hospital? I ended up taking some ibuprofen and went back to sleep.
I woke up a few hours later with muscle pain all over my upper body. It felt like just had an intense workout and my muscles were throbbing. Strange and scary!
Since I was breathing fine and could function just fine, I spent the next day monitoring it. It hurt when I breathed, but yet my lungs were clear and I had no symptoms of a cold or virus. (I do, however, have a distant history of panic attacks and thought maybe this was related.)
I ended up going to the doctor at the end of the day, just to get it checked out. (I rarely go to the doctor, so this was a big deal for me.) After a complete analysis, he concluded that it was just stress. He told me to keep up with pain medicine, hot packs, and some acid reducers for my occasional reflux.
I went home and rested. The pain was slowly getting better, but still very prominent. I slept better that night, and the next morning I was pleased that I didn’t need pain relievers…until, I started thinking about the day. My muscles started to contract and it hurt to breathe. Crazy, I thought. I took extra pain relievers and waited for them to kick in, but they didn’t. It really hurt.
Then I decided to meditate. After a few minutes, the pain started to get better. I turned on a positive audio book and started listening to it. I again started to feel better. Soon, I started to putter around the house with headphones on listening to the book, noting how the pain kept melting away.
Strange but true, I thought. Was it all in my head?
Not completely. The pain is still there, but it is barely noticeable. I am confident if I continue to focus on healing thoughts, I will be all better in a day or two.
This is not the first time I have noticed that my thinking has gotten me into trouble. It is also not the first time my thinking has healed me. Through my own personal experience:
“I truly believe that it is important to control my thoughts, and I prefer to use them to my advantage rather than to my disadvantage.”