There’s this tweet by @aubreybell that makes me feel so shamefully seen. It goes: “Oh boy, ever spill a little bit of your coffee and realize the thread you are hanging on by is actually quite thin?”
It might seem like an exaggeration to some, but I know how caffeine masks my daily anxieties with its bittersweet taste and temporary calm. These days, I turn to my daily cup of coffee to help me appreciate times of stillness and solitude.
Looking back, you can say my love for the drink wasn’t truly there right away. I survived my college years without drinking too much coffee—but having been able to try its different types in all its different barista blends, I have truly come to appreciate its existence.
My cravings (and the dependence that slowly came after) started during the funemployment era, the short break between graduation and adulting that gave me a lot of extra time to hang out at cafes with my friends. I also learned to indulge myself to a cup whenever I wanted to spend some time alone.
Which brings us to now: The point where I’ve become caffeine dependent yet still in denial about it.
We’re now living at a time when everything doesn’t feel real anymore and it’s getting more and more difficult to find anything to be positive about. My anxieties began to race and multiply over the course of these unprecedented and uncertain times. It came to a point where my friends told me to stop drinking coffee altogether as this may increase my already heightened anxiety attacks.
Of course, I rejected their goodwilled suggestion right away. I then came up with a compromise: Lessen my daily coffee intake to only one cup a day—and it worked! It helped me calm down for a few days until I realized I started losing my concentration and motivation for my afternoon tasks. Why? I couldn’t stop thinking about how I missed my afternoon coffee, and how great it would be to stir some up and chug it down… EVERY. SECOND. I. GET.
My mind and body were so used to my usual caffeine schedule: One in the morning to jumpstart my system and kick all the gears in place; and a second one come the afternoon to help me power through the rest of the day.
Unfortunately not having my caffeine fix just added to my anxiety.
I still tried to keep my cool and my one-cup-of-coffee discipline lasted for a week. I adjusted and felt better over time. But I had to go back to my second-coffee habits just so I could avoid having headaches.
I didn’t realize early on that this was a symptom of caffeine withdrawal, because I didn’t know just how dependent I’ve become to caffeine. It was a part of my daily routine, an acquired taste and habit over the years—seems normal enough, right? Not until I started missing my usual 8 AM fix, and my body’s automatic reaction to it was nausea and unbearable headaches.
There are some days when I’d run out of coffee, thinking it’ll be fine and I can survive another day without it. It’s on those days that my heavy reliance on coffee really reveals itself—I feel unwell, my head throbs in pain, and I don’t feel like my usual self. It’s on these days that I learn to acknowledge the dependent relationship I’ve developed with coffee.
Coffee is a drink that hurts and heals.
I’ve accepted that too much of anything isn’t healthy, and it’s never good news when you can’t function right because of a cultivated (coffee) dependence. Coffee hurts when you can’t be fully yourself without it and its absence brings you a string of headaches.
But I’m also the type to focus on the positive. Coffee heals because it helps me stay sane. It takes me back to fond memories with my friends—it’s usually got me thinking how these times would be more fun if I wasn’t going through it alone.
It used to be my motivation to go to work too! I’d always tell myself: “It’s okay. When you get to the HQ, you can have iced coffee and enjoy breakfast with your friends before work starts.” You can say my love for coffee connects to the love I have for the relationships I cherish and take care of.
My friends and I always turned to it as a good excuse (and added motivation) to meet up whenever we wanted to catch up on life. I guess when you’re out on a coffee date with friends, it’s all about having a good time and you create wonderful moments together.
But since that’s discouraged for now, I’ve learned to be okay enjoying coffee by myself seven days a week. Just dissociating with the world for a few moments, and somehow trying to stay hopeful with every sip. I’ve noticed that when you’re alone with coffee, you have no choice but to sit in silence and let your mind wander. You allow yourself a few minutes to dream wide awake.
In my experience, those moments can take another turn and allow you more time to think about how easily things can go wrong. But when the caffeine takes effect, you can always snap yourself back to reality and find more reasons to look forward to your days. When the anxieties persist and you feel like you’ve been having a bad day… think again—maybe you just weren’t able to get your coffee on time.
I’m still learning more about my dependent relationship with coffee and I’m trying to work on getting it into a healthier form, one drink at a time.
✺ Photos by Sof Saldana
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SOF SALDAÑA IS AN ETERNAL FANGIRL FOR A BETTER TOMORROW. SHE LOVES TO RECEIVE LETTERS OVER GIFTS, OBVIOUSLY PREFERS COFFEE THAN ANY OTHER DRINK, AND SHE ENJOYS TAKING PHOTOS WITH HER FILM CAM. SOF IS 1/2 OF TWO GIRLS UNDER THE SUN—A BLOG ON SELF CARE SHE CURRENTLY RUNS WITH HER BEST FRIEND, NOELLE. READ ABOUT HER MANILA COFFEE PICKS HERE.