The amazing thing about the internet is how many support groups there are out there. Take me for example: I have a heart condition called paroxysmal atrial tachycardia (“PAT”), also commonly referred to as paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia (” PSVT”), or even “STV” for short. In layman’s terms, it’s an irregular rapid heartbeat that begins and ends abruptly and when I say rapid, for me, I’m talking a heart rate in the 230s. A normal heart rate is 60-100 beats per minute. Yeah, think that about that craziness for a minute. It is obnoxious and can be a pain in the butt sometimes but generally speaking, it’s not life threatening. I was diagnosed with the condition when I was three years old and have never really known any different. I also have never met anyone with the same condition to me and trying to explain to people what it’s like is rather difficult.
In conducting research I stumbled across a Facebook page for people with SVT. It’s basically a support group where over a thousand members talk about their experiences and challenges with the condition. I was absolutely excited to hear about other people’s experiences…and it was awesome because it was a way for me to no longer feel alone. Finally people who understood what it was like!
Here is the thing…while I personally didn’t experience it, what I have seen is an overwhelming set of “Debbie Downers” in the group. People who are afraid to do pretty much anything because of the condition. In such a situation I would fully expect to see the “warriors” come in and do the “have no fear” chant and help those who are fearful be less fearful. After all, we all have pretty much the same condition. Instead, what I saw is the exact opposite! When someone was negative, a whole bunch of other Debbie Downers then chimed in, more of less solidifying what I feel is an irrational fear. When someone was positive, the Debbie Downers immediately attacked the person for not having a negative outlook. Say what?!? Why does misery love company so much?
I, being the ray of sunshine that I try to be, of course had to chime in…I explained my experiences openly and told everyone about my active lifestyle. I got a “lucky you” from a Debbie Downer but I wasn’t going to let that person ruin my sunshine. I then proceeded to do another long post, going into more detail and sharing what it was like to have attacks and how I worked through it. I likened the condition to having to stop at red lights when you are in a hurry to get somewhere. Sure the red lights are annoying but if you keep driving, eventually you get to your destination – just a little slower. I ended the commentary by inviting those who needed encouragement to message me telling them that I would support all those who want to make it to their destination regardless of how many red lights they had to stop at. You know what? I was thanked by multiple people on the thread and received multiple private messages! Ah, that hits you in the feels!
More of the story…it’s okay to share your fears, anxieties with those who understand. At the same time…watch what sort of energy you put out. If you are a Debbie Downer all the time, you will attract the Debbie Downers. However, if you surround yourself with encouragers…chances are, even those with the biggest fears will too become encouraged.
Peace, love and happiness to you all.
~ Memoirs of a Strong Woman ~ 