A Sense Of Yourself

Interesting thoughts, something I’ve been planning to explore for some time now.

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The rate at which my hands turn to ice even on a day blessed with sunlight is too damn high.

I can’t even feel the keys on this Chromebook. I’m just stabbing the buttons in hopes my procedural memory will pick up the slack. In the midst of my stabbing I came across an intriguing article on the absence of spirituality in the modern mental health system. You can read the original here.

In case your attention span isn’t up for the challenge and you left your trusty prescription stimulant at home, I’ll provide a quick summary.

'I see the problem, Gibson- you forgot to borrow from your neighbor there in step 3.'You see, it all started when I forgot how to do a derivative. That’s usually how it starts, isn’t it? Then all of a sudden you’re combining some integration-derivative hybrid and you’re subtracting what you’re supposed to be adding and your by-parts turns into a gruesome monster spanning your entire page and you’re scanning…

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Bipolar Disorder In One Simple Graphic

The graphic is borrowed from the post Be a Teacher, Not a Scapegoat published on the blog MentalTruths.

I haven’t published any new info about mental disorders for some time on this blog, mostly because I really don’t have much time now. I do share some stuff on my facebook page pretty often, interesting things I find on pages I follow, if you want to check it out.

Anyway, this post is about a disorder I don’t experience personally and that is bipolar disorder. It belongs to the same category as depression and anxiety, that is mood disorders. As you can guess from the name, those are the ones affecting person’s mood. This is obviously simplified info, but it’s great start, if you want to educate yourself about this particular disorder.

 

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Happy New Year And All That Sh*t

I think this Robot Hugs comics describes my life right now very well.

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Well, the only problem is that my stomach is having a bad time and I’m sick a lot, so no wine for me… Apart from that, too many things are changing and it’s scaring the sh*t out of me. Yesterday I broke down and cried for like half an hour, couldn’t sleep and now I’m tired and generally depressed. I should study, but even the thought of concentrating on that is exhausting, I want to cry, curl up in bed and disappear. When I say I’m terrified of future, it doesn’t come even close to the dread I feel. It’s like knowing that once I finish my studies, whole world will collapse into nothingness and only I see it and nobody believes me. I feel like I’m going closer and closer to this big black hollow that will swallow me whole. And yes, I know I should just think that everything will be good and I’ll make it and I need to grow thicker skin and all that. It’s terrifies me, because everyone seems to know what I should do, but nobody seems to stop and ask what I want to do, what I’d like to do, how would I imagine my future. Everyone just says that I should find a job of any kind, just to have one. Do I want to work in my field? I’m naive, almost nobody works in their field (then why did I even study, mum?). Do I want a job that I would like? I’m naive, almost nobody likes their job. Do I want a job where I would feel good mentally? I’m naive and should grow thicker skin and don’t be so oversensitive.

Guess I’m just totally useless and naive and oversensitive. I just want to scream “shut the f*ck up and leave me alone”! Unless you’re willing to listen to me, just be quiet, I know all your well-meant advice better than you, so just…don’t. Everything in my life is supposed to change next few months, I hate changes and I’m just supposed to be good with it. Thanks, but that’s not how I work. Mostly, I would just love, if someone would just listen… My therapist does and I love her for that, it’s great that at least she doesn’t think I’m impossible spoiled loser or something like that. If someone could just listen, now I feel exhausted, because I need to pretend how happy I am about everything. I’m depressed and nothing makes sense, like why even bother about anything, just hopelessness and sadness and emptiness… and so anxious my skin feels weird, like it doesn’t fit and I need to tear it off, so I’m restless, because I don’t want to self-hurt, but the feeling is driving me crazy, literally.

And with this, I’m supposed to study for finals, celebrate my birthday (yay for me…no), find a job, move back to home-town, redo the flat my bf and I are moving in, then move in, get married and just be this super responsible adult capable of completely changing the entirely life without even a little stress. Yeah, right…

No, I Don’t Think Rape Jokes Are Funny

Trigger warning: rape, rape jokes

What to do, when someone in your presence tell rape joke? That is a question I have never wanted to know the answer for, but unfortunately, I’ve learned it recently. And I’ve also learned the price for speaking up…

I spent the New Year’s Eve at my boyfriend’s house, which means some of his relatives are over, his sister and her husband, I’m usually bit anxious there, not that they are bad people, I just have so little in common with them and lot of their conversation topics make me uncomfortable… And suddenly, my almost father-in-la told a rape joke. Not really explicit or something, but the meaning was clear. Everyone except me and my boyfriend laughed and I said I don’t think it’s really good talking about “sex” with unconscious person, that it’s not funny. My boyfriend’s uncle reacts “yeah, but that’s why it’s just a joke” and everyone was looking at me like I’m a total buzzkill, my father-in-law looked like I totally hurt his feelings, because I dared to say something and all in all, in that moment it felt that I clearly don’t belong there…

I’m not very proud to say that I just went upstairs and spent rest of my evening there and that I cried, because I really really want to fit there, if I can’t fit into my own family, but I guess that’s just my wishful thinking. It’s not easy for me to speak up when I know people around me have really different opinions, because I hate opening myself to possibly getting hurt, so when I did that and I got hurt, it felt really bad.

My point, however, is that rape jokes aren’t funny. And it’s not funny to “have sex” with unconscious person. I use quotation marks, because how can we call it sex, if one person has no idea what’s going on… When you joke about such things, you make it sound that it’s ok to do it, when it’s not. I was only glad that my boyfriend’s younger brother wasn’t there. He’s just in puberty and what would this teach him about women and the ways he can treat them. One of my friends was rapes few years ago and it wasn’t fun. It wasn’t fun at the moment and it wasn’t fun for her to recover. It wasn’t joke for her…

Also, when you joke about raping someone unconscious, you’re also saying that it was their fault, they were “asking for it”. That’s called victim blaming and it’s total bullshit. When someone chooses to rape someone, who is passed out, it’s the decision of the rapist, they’re the one who decided to do it, it’s not the victim! You can say “but they shouldn’t been drunk” and so on, but the last decision, the decision to act, is always on the side of the rapist, never the victim.

And if you want to know more about why rape jokes aren’t funny, watch this short video by amazing Justin Dennis and let her explain it to you:

Pain and Confused Thoughts

So I thought yesterday that sleep would help with the anxiety, but the truth is…not really. I woke up pretty messed up, tired, because I didn’t sleep half the night, my brain just wouldn’t shut up and my heartbeat was even worse than yesterday. Preparing breakfast was heroic task, my heart was racing and I had trouble catching breath. I really wanted to go back to bed, because f**k this, if I want frantic heartbeat, I’d go jogging!

But I did go out anyway, I need to, and I made it, I’m so good… Although honestly, even puttin on make-up was like running for my life. I’m just glad the fresh air helped a bit and I was able to do what I wanted to, mostly. Yeah, I just felt weak and sick, but whatever… It’s not like I need energy anyway, that’s overrated.

Mostly, I’m not sure what I feel. At leadt right now. I was tired and stressed. And inadequate… My sister arrived today, happy to tell me how she’s losing weight, she spent the evening talking with my parents, so I just wanted to hide. I have alcohol for that at least, I guess finally I could sleep tonight.

I’ve planned exercise for almost month now, but my body and brain doesn’t really work together. I thought when I’d finish my diploma thesis, but then I got anxious, depressed and pretty much just weird and damaged. I slept half December and the second half I feel like I’m running even when I’m just listening to music. I vomitted most of last week, yeah, great to know, I guess :-). It’s just fun, when after pretty much every meal my stomach decided that “nope” and I was sick, I spent the week on cola, very healthy I know.

I want to exercise and I want to love my body, but it’s hard, when your brain makes you sick and then makes you feel bad for being sick, week and tired… I’ll have wedding in August and feel like complete disgusting s**t and ruin everything.

I’m inadequate, I’ve always been. I wish to have good relationship with my mum, but she’s so unpredictable it’s safer to hide. I want to talk to my dad, but when I have a chance, I don’t know what to say. My sister just comes home and can do both. And I sit in my (half-)room feeling sorry for myself and I wish everyone would leave me alone. Because I’m this great person that doesn’t fit anywhere. And I can’t say anything, I wish to just come home, talk about stuff and belong, but I don’t. I don’t belong anywhere ad being home just makes me really tired and stressed, because I lack the ability the just be and communicate. I’m tired because of my anxiety, sleep is a problem, but explaining this to my mother? I wish…

I wish…to just belong. That’s what I have always wanted. To belong and to be accepted just the way I am. But right now, I just feel alone, scared and confused. Why can my sister belong to my family and I sit here being confused, because my family relationships are fu**ed up and I have no idea what to do.  Like…I invite them to my wedding and they kill each other or something like that. Or my mum refuses to go, because I don’t follow what she wants me to do.

I’m just going to end this, as my sister feels I’m keeping her awake, doesn’t matter that she does the same to me often, right… I just wish I could see a simple way out of this.

Just Another Day With Anxiety

These two days have been pretty exhausting, especially today. Yesterday I got migraine, so I mostly slept, but today, I felt my anxiety reaching higher and higher, which is not much fun, to be honest.

My heart is racing, from morning until now, which has some really nice side effects. For example, I’m hungry all the time, because somehow my body feels I have really big energy output, I’m tired, because it feels like I’m running whole day, I have trouble breathing, for the same reason and I’m super restless whole day. I guess it’s adrenalin or something, but honestly, it’s exhausting. I have trouble concentrating on anything, because I feel that everything is too slow and it takes too much time. I have trouble talking, because I can’t catch my breath. Time moves slowly all day, nothing makes me happy, because I feel nervous and on edge all the time, nervous and restless.

Yeah, that’s one of the symptoms of my anxiety, although it’s not as painfull and swift as other versions, it’s equally exhausting, because everything takes much more energy. And all the conflicts and problems are harder to solve. My mum had one of her “I know everything better” moods today, I normally hate those, but today I just wanted to smash something. Then at the movie theatre, there were problems and my dad was getting nervous and angry and I felt bad, because it was my idea we go see new Star Wars together today… I tried taking pill to calm down, but it didn’t help much. It helps with big swift attacks, but I guess not with this kind.

So most of the day, I just felt restless, nervous, now I also feel physically sick and light-headed, I feel exhausted, yet not really tired, I know there are things I should and could do, yet I have trouble concentrating on those things or even remembering what are those things… What fun, really.