6 Things I Do to Stay Grounded

Published July 20th 2025

Healing isn’t cute. It’s messy, emotional, and sometimes involves me pinching my arm in public while whispering “I’m okay, I’m okay” like a very polite ghost. But over time, I’ve found a handful of physical and behavioral habits that keep me grounded and help me grow, even on the anxiety days, especially on the anxiety days.

Here are six things I do that help me feel like a functioning human being again:

1. Exercise = my anti-anxiety prescription (with cuter outfits)

I treat exercise like medicine. If I skip it, I feel it in my mood, my mind, and my energy. It doesn’t need to be a full gym session either. Running is my MVP. Getting my heart rate into zone 3 or 4 for just 10 minutes helps regulate my nervous system like nothing else.

No treadmill? No problem. I’ve power-walked to a coffee shop, danced in the kitchen like I was in a rom-com montage, and once jogged in place because Taylor Swift’s “Cruel Summer” came on. It counts.

2. I squeeze my thumbs like they owe me rent

When I get that floaty, out-of-body feeling (a.k.a. “Are we sure I’m not a ghost?”), I bring myself back by pinching my arm or squeezing my thumbs and taking three deep breaths.

Other quick tricks:

    •    Splash cold water on your face (bonus: it makes you feel like you’re in a dramatic movie scene).

    •    Put your hands on a countertop and name five things you feel.

    •    Ground your feet and whisper, “I’m safe, I’m here, I’m okay.”

3. I don’t talk about my anxiety with just anyone

Unless it’s my therapist or my husband, I don’t unpack my anxiety mid-convo. Especially when it comes to health anxiety, talking about it with people who aren’t trained to help just makes it worse. It’s like Googling your symptoms but with less Wi-Fi and more accidental gaslighting.

Instead, I:

    •    Say, “I’ll be right back” and excuse myself from triggering convos.

    •    Mentally escape to the Taylor Swift Eras Tour (I’m in the VIP tent, obviously).

    •    Distract myself by counting how many people in the room are wearing white shoes.

4. I protect my mornings

Mornings matter. If I start my day scrolling my phone or spiraling in bed, the whole day follows that vibe. But if I start with even five minutes of intention? Game changer.

Meditation is great in theory, but when my anxiety is loud, sitting still for 15 minutes feels like psychological torture. So I:

    •    Do a 5-minute somatic routine

    •    Stretch in my pajamas while listening to soft music (romanticize it!).

    •    Light a candle, drink water, breathe.

5. I believe in something bigger than me (even when I don’t believe in myself)

This one’s more spiritual, but hey, it’s my blog.

I believe in a higher power. Whether it’s God, the Universe, or a loved one who has passed and is now my celestial guide, I trust that I’m being guided and protected.

There are days I can’t trust myself, so I hand it over. I say, “Okay, you take this one. I need a snack.”

And you know what? That trust shifts everything. I stop trying to micromanage the universe and just let it hold me for a second.

6. I do the thing my anxiety told me not to do (and survive it!)

Here’s the sneaky trick: sometimes the only way to calm anxiety is to call its bluff.

Anxiety says, “Don’t go to that event. Something bad will happen.”

I go. Nothing bad happens. I have fun and eat a cupcake. That’s exposure therapy, intentionally doing the thing that makes you anxious, to prove your anxiety is full of shit.

It’s not easy. But every time I do, whether it’s going to a doctor’s appointment, sending a scary email, or walking into a room alone, I feel proud. I feel strong. And most importantly, I feel like I took the power back.

Final Thoughts

These six things don’t mean my anxiety is gone. But they help me ride the wave without getting pulled under. Healing is a process. It’s loud. It’s uncomfortable. Sometimes it’s sweaty. But it’s also beautiful.

So here’s to doing the weird stuff that helps us feel normal again.

You’re not alone. You’re not broken. You’re healing

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