It actually was my friend's mother who suggested I use a straw for my beverages, after seeing me struggle to aim the mug of coffee towards my mouth, and ending up ruining a perfectly nice shirt. And it was so simple. Why wouldn't I just put a straw in whatever I'm drinking and avoid this whole mess? And that was the start. It was the moment when I saw that there was another way, and it didn't end with me feeling frustrated, or depresssed, or angry.
I started small, and then expanded. Using a straw while drinking was triumphant, but then came the spaghetti. While watching tv one night, I saw a commercial for some acid reliever. This woman is about to put a forkful of spaghetti in her mouth, when suddenly the pasta smacks her across the face. This was exactly my predicament, except I was the one moving, giving the spaghetti the upper hand, as it whipped my cheeks with sauce. Another light bulb moment. Why would I eat the spaghetti when I could have penne, or ziti, or any other short pasta for that matter?
This little formula of adaptation, I soon learned, could be applied to other aspects of my life. If this makes me feel (insert undesired emotion), what can I do differently? I didn't have to be held captive by the tremor unless I chose to be, and when I chose to, I felt miserable, which did nothing but keep me down. But when I chose (and continue to choose) to adapt, to try something different, to change my feelings, I felt better. "Feeling better" was my goal before all this shaking started, It's why I checked myself into two psychiatric hospitals, and underwent extensive treatments to pull me out of a major depressive episode. It took some time to learn, but sometimes life slaps you across the face with spaghetti, and you just need to wipe the sauce off your face, and choose a different noodle.