My Proactive 8-Part Plan for Beating Anxiety and Negativity

“Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

I’m on a much needed and looked forward to vacation with family whom I love dearly, and yet I’m entering the belly of the whale. Perhaps it was triggered by my habit of making sure everyone is okay and having a good time. Perhaps it’s because the act of preparing for and traveling to Baja was exhausting and now I’m just tired.

Whatever the cause, my anxiety starts as an uncertainty, an insecurity tickling the back of my skull. Then it attacks my ego, assigning me responsible for the self-created and the mostly non-existent negative body language that whoever is sitting next to me is giving off. The way you picked up your fork makes me think you’re angry. The look you flashed when I coughed causes me to cower.

From there the insecurity spreads like a plague until it’s part of every thought, every action. At some point, it doesn’t even seem to originate in the brain anymore. It becomes a vibration within. A simmering under my skin that makes me jump at the smallest of noises. A discomfort that makes eggshells appear under my feet.

Once here, it’s like I can’t do anything right. Every action is disappointing. Every thought is wrong thinking. The big picture comes crashing down making it hard to breathe. It settles onto my shoulders and around my throat, like an over-zealous travel pillow. Tears usually follow accompanied with sides of hopelessness and embarrassment.

Anxiety attacks. No really. It attacks. It’s calculated, methodical, and unforgiving. It makes me think that it’s All. My. Fault. It’s exhausting and it can happen anytime, even on vacation.

I’ve been dealing with anxiety since I was a kid, although I didn’t know what it was until I was well into my thirties, at which point I had to make a decision: to be a stressed-out, anxiety-ridden person, which also meant living with the idea that there was something wrong with me; or to accept the fact that I’m a person and all people have struggles.

Anxiety and negative thinking are my struggles, and I choose to handle them in the same way I handle having seasonal allergies or a bad back.

Let me explain. I live in a state of sleepy sneezes when things start blooming. In the months before spring arrives, I begin taking bee pollen daily so I’m less prone to lethargy and allergy attacks. I injured my back last week surfing, so I’m not going to lift heavy things and after a period of rest, I’ll start doing stretches and exercises to strengthen myself so I can get back in the water.

I’m not going to wait to get to the point where I’m laid out and feeling sorry for myself, and I’m not going to jump into an activity that will exacerbate the situation. I am being proactive about my well-being.

When I was about thirty-five, my anxiety got so bad that it led to a depressive state. I was panicked all of the time and I began to realize that the life choices I habitually made were feeding my negative state of mind.

I wasn’t living a healthy life style. I didn’t find my job fulfilling. I was angry that I didn’t have what “you” had. Something was always missing and I was constantly reaching outward to fill the empty space.

The problem was that nothing from outside myself was helping. I realized that drinking alcohol and eating poorly (i.e. binging on sugar), sitting in front of social media, smoking cigarettes. and watching hours of television were all the same type of abuse.

I had been using all of these things to dull myself to, well, myself. I had been living un-happily for the majority of my life and so unhappy had become my default.

I also had to admit that my discontented state was a direct product of living dishonestly. I hadn’t been communicating about the things that I knew would make me unhappy because I was only worried about what would make me look good to others.

So, I acted based on the assumptions of what others thought I should do (without asking them, of course). Then I got pissed off when others didn’t act the way I wanted them to. The result was that I pushed away the people I loved and in turn, felt isolated and angry.

When I started seeing all of these things that were making me unhappy, the natural question to ask myself was “Well, then, what the heck makes me happy?” The shocking answer was that I didn’t know. Something had to change.

Drinking alcohol was the first thing to go. It was a raging red flag that had been waving for a few years. I finally decided to pay attention.

Once I had a few months of sobriety, an odd thing happened: I started painting. It wasn’t a huge stretch for me, as art had always been in my life in some way, but painting had never been my favorite medium.

But there it was, in all of its colors and shapes. Abstract painting. I didn’t really care what the painting looked like. That wasn’t the point. The point was the present state of mind that creating art brought me to. I didn’t think about my to do list, my sadness, or my insecurities. I was just painting.

When I was a kid, I loved to make art. The art studio in my high school was where I was most comfortable. I loved getting my hands dirty in clay. I left spatterings of paint and ink on my clothes because I liked them there. I felt at home when I was doing art.

At thirty-six years old, immersing myself in abstract painting reminded me of what it was like to actually feel like myself again.

I had to come to terms with the fact that since I was thirteen years old, I had been living the life of a person that I thought I should be, not who I really was. I had to let go of all aspects of that person that wasn’t authentic to me and remove all of my masks in order to follow the life I want to live.

I felt relieved to finally be exposed. I didn’t have to hide anymore. I admitted that sometimes I am more of an introvert than extrovert. That if all I’m doing is chasing a paycheck, I’m never going to be okay with a nine-to-five job, even if it comes with an impressive title. That I am not ever going to be like anyone else but me.

I recently had a discussion with a friend regarding how to be the best and most useful person to the world. She was given the advice to follow her authentic passion, as following passion leads to happiness and a happy person is more useful to themselves and everyone around them.

I don’t really remember how old I was when I started making art, but I’m pretty sure that it’s the first thing I found that felt good to my soul, and it was life-saving to be reminded of that. Now, having come full circle, I have four years of my authentic work under my belt. I have quit my day job and I’m pursuing my passion of being a professional artist (which is something that I deemed not possible very early on).

I don’t know what prompted me to pick up a paintbrush four years ago, but I believe it was a gift from my Self to myself. The really cool thing is that I don’t want to be anyone but me anymore. I’m so interested in giving attention to this person that has always been there, but I ignored because I didn’t think she was good enough.

It was difficult to grasp that the only one judging and bullying me was me, but I have to remain compassionate to that misguided part of myself as well. She was only doing the best she could.

Anxiety is still a part of my life. I am not “cured.” But just like I treat allergies or an injured back, I have decided to be proactive in dealing with my anxiety.

When I’m actively practicing the below, I’m better rested and less reactive. I am able to clearly see my options leading to less confusion and better decisions. Most importantly, I can feel when anxiety is welling up and I have the tools to tamper it down before it is out of control.

When I am active in the following, my anxiety is manageable:

1. Choose to live authentically. What moves me? What do I feel I am here to do? What is going to make me happy? Whatever it is, don’t judge it. Do it.

2. Practice acceptance. We all have hard things to deal with. Every last one of us. That’s life.

3. Meditation in the mornings sets my base line for the day and helps me sleep at night.

4. Painting every day keeps my hands busy and creates an outlet for the mental energy that cannot be released otherwise.

5. Exercising outside in nature, particularly surfing in the ocean every chance I get, allows me to see that the world is sooooo much bigger than me and all decisions are not mine for the making (see the above mentioned back injury).

6. Reciting my gratitude list regularly, and telling the people I love that I’m grateful for them, helps me to see the positive side of life instead of focusing on the negative.

7. Eating right and treating my body with respect keeps me feeling whole, healthy, and balanced.

8. Reminding myself that this is a practice. I am not perfect. It’s okay not to be.

It’s not always easy. When I started writing this, I was entering the belly of the whale. Now that I’m many paragraphs in, I already feel more at ease.

By identifying and accepting this particular whale, I don’t have to be swallowed. Just by writing this, I have taken the unknown out of the scenario by calling the anxiety out for what it is. Once I have given it a name, it’s not quite so scary. It just is what it is. Some people have diabetes. I have anxiety.

We cannot choose whether or not we have problems like anxiety. We all have our issues and that’s just part of being human. Rather than be at odds with anxiety all the time, we can choose to learn more about it and actually co-exist. We have a choice about how much say we allow anxiety to have in our lives.

I find that I prefer to swim along-side my whale and learn more about it rather than being engulfed by it. Frankly, more and more, I’m finding that I’m just grateful to be able to go for a swim, and so I dive in. Deeper and deeper. Excited to find what else is beneath.

About Marigny Goodyear

Marigny Goodyear is an artist, living and working in Talent, Oregon with her husband, Goody and daughter, Nora. She plays in Crescent City, California where the ocean keeps her strong and inspired and often visits her hometown of New Orleans (also nicknamed The Crescent City), where the rhythm of her heartbeat is renewed. Visit her at and follow her on Facebook and Instagram.

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  • Valerie

    From the bottom of my heart, thank you for this article. Well written and honest. Yesterday I’ve had a really bad day, being anxious and frustrated. This is such a good Timing. You reminded me that I can do something about it and most of all, to accept that I feel like that and there’s nothing wrong with it. Also, you inspired me to draw today. And that is what I’m going to do next. Thank you!

  • Ricardo

    Congratulations on writing such a great article. I took the time to visit your website and your art is amazing. I wish the best of luck and thanks for what you have shared in this article, it has been a great day to start my day.

  • Many of my online meditation students suffer from anxiety and panic attacks. What I find most effective is to teach them how to meditate on the anxiety and other emotions themselves. The real problem is that we become so identified and consumed by our emotions instead of training to cultivate a friendly and conscious relationship with them. Things really start to change in a big way when you break the habit of reactive identification and cultivate conscious presence (mindfulness) with your emotions. Learn how to relate to your anxiety as you would to a child in pain. What does it need most from you? Love and compassion. What do we usually do when anxiety arises? We react with fear and avoidance to that anxiety. There is the second problem: When we react with aversion (fear) and avoidance we strengthen the anxiety. Try responding with friendliness (metta). See the emotion as a child in pain and build a compassionate relationship with it. It is truly amazing how effective mindfulness meditation on your emotions can be for promoting healing and the ending of anxiety. Try this and see for yourself.

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  • Stephen Spodek

    The posts have been amazing lately! Thank you for this post. I totally identify. I grew up with the same exact thought processes, anxiety and negativity, and only recently was able to become aware of it. The posts on this site are so inspiring, encouraging and supportive.

  • Marigny Goodyear

    Hi Stephen. Thanks for commenting and sharing your honesty surrounding living with anxiety and negativity. It sure feels better to me knowing that this is a pretty common thing and that if we talk about it, there are plenty of people out there that can relate. Have a great day!

  • Marigny Goodyear

    Thank you Peter. Yes! This is such an important point. Often, when I feel anxiety welling up, it comes with a huge amount of judgement as well. I would NEVER say the things I say to myself to another person so I practice talking to myself the way I would talk to my best friend. It is a way to show myself compassion and support. Have a great day!

  • Marigny Goodyear

    Thanks so much Ricardo! I’m so glad and flattered that you enjoy my art. I hope your day continues to be great!

  • Marigny Goodyear

    OH YAY!!!! This is the best comment ever! I’m so happy that you feel drawn to be creative and also to just give yourself a break. It’s so hard to break that cycle sometimes. Please feel free to share your drawing with me. Take care!

  • rac rac

    Marigny (I love your name ): thanks for writing this article. It helps me a lot.

  • Thanks. You are right. Self judgement and self hate are big problems. The solution is to make friends with them too! Treat them the same way you would treat your best friend and they will also heal. When such negative reactive thoughts heal you also promote healing of the core anxiety underneath.

  • Marigny Goodyear

    Thank you! I’m so glad that it is helpful to you. Rock on.

  • Stephen Spodek

    Hi Marilyn, it really does help to know that we are not alone. I was so ashamed and embarrassed by myself that I never ever dared to share what I was going through with anyone. It damaged my life in almost every way until finally I realized that if I didn’t address these issues that I may never salvage any life! So I’m so grateful that I took the time to explore and open up and now I’m working on making things better for myself. Thank you for contributing towards my process.

  • David G Stone

    Thank you for this article. I have been experiencing anxiety attacks the last few years, but like you mentioned the anxiety has always been there since childhood. I was trying to live a life others would approve of and being my own worst enemy.

    I realise that things I was choosing to do was my misguided way of protecting myself from rejection. I also notice that if I choose to live with the same habits the anxiety will build like pressure cooker and eventually need to vent in an attack or negative behaviour because I’m suffocating my genuine self that wants to be free and flying. Being a passionate, creative person that has a bright light to share with this world makes trying to dim that tedious and strenuously stressful to cope. I created this instead of creating beautiful music from my soul. No one told me I didn’t deserve this. I based this solely on whether people would accept what I had to offer because I did not accept myself. I used my passionate nature negatively, at least I have some contrast ;p and obviously still have a sense of humour about it 🙂 I’m still struggling with being proactive but I do meditate, play basketball, DJ and now looking to record music, and into reading and applying self awareness, Relationships, psychology, spirituality, health and entrepreneurship. The harsh critic and old beliefs still effect me strongly. Even though I’m not as diligent in my proactive behaviour I’m still at least making steps in the right direction. I’ve always been a slow starter but once I find my rhythm there is nothing I can’t do. I’ve already proved this to myself in past experiences. My fear now which is always at the root of our negative behaviour and crippled me in the past is the belief “It’s too late to try and do what I’ve dreamed of…which has evolved from “I don’t deserve my dreams because I don’t look a certain way” My ego is trying to force me to hide behind this belief because frankly I’ve become very comfortable there in my self manifested victim mentality. The beautiful thing however is now I know its name and the nature of it. I want to say I will conquer it but that would be switching from one inner battle to another, so looking at it like going from being consumed so to speak by the whale to swimming by it; to just being grateful for swimming is a cool play on words and explaining your experience. I definitely can relate and find your article inspirational. My journey feels like its a new beginning because it’s never too late to be the person you are meant to be.

  • Valerie

    Sure!!! I tried to draw my version of wonderwoman 🙂 I am following you now on instagram (love your art btw!!) there you can see the drawing (Valerie idili is my instagram Name). This is so cool, thank you again for your inspiration Marigny!

  • Marigny Goodyear

    Found it! Great drawing! Keep it up! Your so welcome!

  • Stella Smith

    Great read! as I have found out in the Consumer Health Digest, anxiety plagues almost half of the population in the US, focusing on those non existent fears through meditation can really make a difference. Thank you for spreading awareness

  • Marigny Goodyear

    Hi Stella! Thank you for your comment and you’re welcome! People really do resonate with this. It’s amazing to me how common it is and how often people just burry these feelings.

  • Beata Pietruczuk

    Fascinating read… Def can relate… Thanks for the tips Xx

  • Katie Maloney

    Thank you so much for posting this. I’ve been dealing with anxiety ever since I can remember, and am only just starting to recognize it as something that doesn’t define me but as a hand I was dealt that I have treat with kindness/respect. Your swimming next to the whale rather than being engulfed by it metaphor really spoke to me and I know that next time I feel overwhelmed by anxiety I’m going to take a step back and think about it. Sending you love and positivity!

  • Marigny Goodyear

    Thank you for reading! And for commenting! So glad it resonated with you.

  • Marigny Goodyear

    Thank you for your lovely note, Katie. I’m so glad that it spoke to you and I hope that it helps. Funny thing…that metaphor came to me when swimming next to actual whale sharks in Baja! Being next to that amazingly huge, docile beast was really transformative. Sending you love and light right back!

  • Marigny Goodyear

    Hi Stephen. So sorry I didn’t see your reply until just now! Yes, the shame is paralyzing, isn’t it? The funny thing for me is that now that I’ve embraced this part of myself, I’m not ashamed or embarrassed at all anymore and I will literally talk to anyone about it. At first, being so open can catch people off guard but then I see the look on their face go from shock to a refreshing ease. That I can talk about the not such pretty parts of myself like any other part removes any sort of tension. It’s actually quite liberating!

  • Stella Smith

    Thanks for this awesome tip! as I have read in the Consumer Health Digest, anxiety is all in the head, I am guessing that we might be able to fix this with this step

  • Marigny Goodyear

    Your’e welcome and thanks for reading! I believe that anxiety starts in the head, but can translate into physical problems as well. Since I was a child, I’ve suffer from non-diagnosed chronic joint pain. It wasn’t until I address the anxiety/depression issues that the pain lessened. Amazing how connected our mind and body are.

  • malachite2

    I’ve never felt I was put here to do anything in particular. For the most part, nothing has made me “happy.” I’ve liked working w/horses, but fears (dating from childhood, when I fell off fairly often and became anxious/afraid), related to an injury (broken collarbone) and never riding particularly well (I was told this by better riders/one of the people I worked for), lack of money (for training), and for the past 20 years, access to horses at a stable has meant I haven’t worked with horses at all. I also used to draw and photograph them, but of course, without stunning success or skill. To some extent, I liked the social aspect of stables–you can say hello, how’s the horse doing and leave it at that, at best, get some assistance w/training/riding problems–maybe make a friend or two, plus horses are herd animals and do best w/other horses, and I’ve preferred to be somewhere w/a few facilities. After working at stables for 10 years, I know very well the advantages of keeping a horse somewhere it will be cared for while you’re out of town or ill.

    I had the opportunity to do several different jobs, (for a living)–which only means I have 3 degrees, but w/at least two of them, felt I wasn’t smart enough or dedicated enough to do them well enough to do them for a living (or to get an advanced degree that would’ve been needed to work full time in the field). Probably because I was, again, told I wasn’t dedicated enough, didn’t work hard enough, and wouldn’t be “of the very best” otherwise known as “not quite bright enough” How much of that was sexist thinking, I couldn’t say.

    I was too stupid to see, and none of these “well-meaning” people pointed out to me that there were X jobs in Y fields (related to the degree I was working on) and that was a sufficient number of jobs, that guess what? Maybe you didn’t have to be the “best” to work in that field. Whatever the best is. By the time I figured that out, it was too late to help. Mostly, that tardy realization reinforced my feeling of being not anywhere near as intelligent as some once thought I was, as well as weak, since all that would’ve been required to discern the fallacy of what I was told over & over & over again, was to look at the numbers, evaluate the odds. Or be “strong enough” to say, I’ll do what I want anyway.

    No doubt the people telling me this “meant well”, what it really meant was that they seriously misread me. Criticism instead of support. Funny how no one ever noticed that I worked hardest for the instructors who encouraged me, if only a little, by saying I’d done X small thing well. And of course, since they “meant well”, how rude it was of me to resent them for their constant implied criticism of my work habits, my decisions, etc.

    My father told me he knew what he wanted to do when he finally got to a 4 year university (he started at what was then called a “teachers” college). He ended up w/a Ph.D, and while his career didn’t go just the way he wanted it to (for which he blamed other people, including his wife), he did get to do research, teach, and assist grad students obtaining their PhDs, and a first job, which, as far as I could tell, were activities he very much wanted to pursue.

    It sounds like once you got through some difficult times and trials, you did too–know what you wanted to do. That’s great. Not everyone does. Or even if they do, it’s not something they can do.

  • Marigny Goodyear

    Hi Malachite2. Sorry I’m just seeing your comment now and I’m sorry that you feel so defeated. That’s a hard place to live. I always liked doing art but at 18 years old, I allowed people to steer me away from it due to it not being “a realistic way to make a living”. It wasn’t until I was in my mid-30s that I started to believe in myself more than other people. It’s never too late. There is always a way. You want to work with horses? Find a way. You want an advanced degree? Go get it. Who says it’s too late? All those people who meant well? Are those their voices you hear in your head or your own? Or maybe somewhere along the way you believed their opinions and adopted them as your own?

    I don’t know the right way. I only know that if I would have listened to other people my whole life (including my best friend who just a month ago told me that my dream to make a living off my art is unreasonable) I wouldn’t do anything. I would be living in a state of stagnation and discontent waiting for anything to come along and fix things for me. Nothing and no one can do that. I had to make a decision. I don’t believe that nothing has ever made you happy for the simple reason that just after writing that, you wrote an entire paragraph about your love of working with horses.

    Nothing is easy. At least for me it hasn’t been. I live with self doubt, anxiety and depression every day. All three of those things are constantly telling me that I’m not good enough, that my decisions are wrong and that I’m going to let all my loved ones down. Screw that voice. I’m a 41 year old woman. I don’t have time for anyone or anything to tell me I can’t do it anymore. Get mad. Get determined. Let that passion grow. Do something for you and only you. And for pete’s sake, stop listening to others. That’s their stuff, not yours. A true friend once said to me “what other people think of me is none of my business.” Once I started believing that, I started believing in myself.