There is one thing standing between my being an anxiety-fueled hot mess and a productive ladyboss: an orgasm.
While most people see sex (and the hot pursuit of multiple orgasms) as a recreational activity or a weekend luxury, I see it as a daily necessity.
In my 20s, as I struggled to find myself and come to terms with finding a “real job” in the middle of the Great Recession, anxiety became my new normal. In my 30s, migraines became a weekly ritual that crippled me for days at a time.
Traditional doctors told me it was a normal part of getting old. They suggested trying a cocktail of mood-altering drugs. Even at my most fatalistic, I couldn’t accept that my only option was a pile of pills (and frankly, I was too broke to afford them).
Fortunately, a naturopathic doctor echoed what I was reading on the internet: that lifestyle and diet could transform the way you feel. I slowly changed everything, eating a vegan diet, going to daily yoga classes and meditating for an hour every morning. It was sheer bliss. I was at one with the everything. I was totally chill.
Unfortunately, all my time and money were spent on not being anxious. God forbid I had to work late and skip a yoga class or that my friends were meeting at Otto’s for pizza and I had to choose between social time and quell-my-nerves quiet time.
My personal crusade became the priority over being a good friend, and I became sort of a jerk about my lifestyle. Daily yoga became two yoga classes an evening, and eating healthy became hours spent alone in the kitchen making the perfect kale salad.
While being healthy and fit helped alleviate my anxiety, being a fanatic made my anxiety worse.
The unexpected cure to anxiety came disguised as a great Tinder date turned Intimate One Night Stand.
We kept up the relationship mostly because it included an unusual amount of morning sex. Days that started with one (or four) orgasms turned out to be more productive and enjoyable. Of course I still felt anxiety, but it was proportional and appropriate anxiety considering I was dealing with the usual stresses of managing family drama, starting my own business and being in a new relationship.
When the relationship ended, I kept up the practice of morning sex. It was an easy way to manage anxiety and an orgasm a day seemed to keep my headaches away. I know you won’t simply trust my personal experience, so here’s the research to show that I’m not the only one orgasming my way to wellness.
In a study conducted in 2013, a group of German social scientists found that 60 percent of migraine sufferers and 33 percent of cluster headache sufferers experienced relief while engaging in sexual intercourse. The endorphins released during sex can function as natural painkillers, and these brilliant studies declared that “having an orgasm in any way, shape, or form will help” those suffering through a headache. Ironic for all who have used headaches as an excuse to avoid sex.
Studies done on sex and anxiety have found that sex with a partner lowered the blood pressure of test subjects engaging in stressful activities. Sex releases oxytocin, “the love hormone,” which can be be calming and help build relationships.
Orgasms may be the fastest, cheapest and most effective cure I’ve found. I’ve started faking headaches just to give myself an excuse to have a few.
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