Facked with unpredictable: by psychiatrist Christofes Andre, the key to going to please his stress

Winter holidays, with cousins ​​in the mountains. Of the common room.

OUILLE, which will bring us back, will broadcast? Will we be able to go to the station to take it? Will snow hunt have time to pass time? And if the terrain is late, we will remember the correspondence with TGV. And tomorrow I work, I have a straight radio. This is the case, let’s go, my brain begins in “Big Big Stress” mode; I have to calm him quickly, otherwise the day will be painful.

“Show! ,

So I am here, I am looking at the snow that starts falling again, asking me whether Ter … If TGV… If the snow is a victim… At that time, everyone starts reaching the room Is. And to Rao to: “How beautiful! It is true that it is beautiful, but I would have liked that it does not fall on our departure. Here is my wife, who also tells:” Have you seen How beautiful is it? “I say yes to her, I saw, but it does not suit us. Answer her:” Don’t worry, take advantage, a little, we leave in just three hours. ,

PFF … I think I should not insist, otherwise everyone will be a champion (“shrinks that stresses!”). Well, they are also right, it is useless to worry, it will not stop the ice. I know it. Now you have to believe it. Accepting the idea intellectually is not the same thing to follow it emotionally. But I know how to do it. So I do it.

Regulate your stress and recover appeasement

First, breathe and calm my body; Then remind me that my thoughts – “We will miss the train” – are hypotheses, not certainty; Finally, install pleasant feelings in me. For this last point, it is easy, I settled in an armchair in front of the window and I praise the show. It is true that it is beautiful, snow falls. Other people are around the breakfast table and forgot me, I do my workMental appeasement In my corner, calm, full awareness. After half an hour, this is the case, I think it works, I breathe peacefully, I tell myself that we will see, whatever happens does not matter. I believe, this time, not as before.

My brain is like this, it almost never gives me pleasure and lightness without any effort. I have to bring it. But I forgive him: he also gives me a lot of other pleasant things. how it ends? The snow stopped, we had trains on time, and the same evening, we were in Paris. Where I was thinking, sleeping, with the beauty of snow, falling slowly …