Saturday, February 16, 2013

Can't believe it, blink and its been four years!

Notable achievements in 4 years

  • Got rid of two ex bfs (abusive, crazy etc)
  • Started to live on my own
  • Physically fitter
  • Got rid of acne that came from bad diet and stress
  • Learnt a new language (almost) 
  • Made some more art
  • Performed with three bands (a few times), i guess technically four.  Maybe five.
  • Been in love maybe 4 times.

Whats still here:
  •  Regular phrase in my head "Fuck this shit" when hit with something very tiresome
  • Room is still regularly messy
  • Still feel tired most days (from missing sleep)

You are not mentally "ill"

There is no such thing as mentally optimal.  Everyone is far from perfect.  Even so called normal people suffer neurosis, or are cruel to others, or are irrational, or are pathological liars.  They don't get labelled with a mental illness because they don't submit themself for any diagnosis.  They have such huge egos they would not accept that they are anything other than mentally healthy, even if their morals or rationality is quite low.

I start to hear excuses sometimes for why I am the way I am.  And I start saying to myself that I am mentally ill, but actually I'm not.  There are only two options: Either I'm physically ill, meaning I have brain damage or something that physically stops me from thinking properly, or I am not.  I think most people have something in their brain that is stopping them from thinking properly, whether that is lack of development or damage from heavy metals or chemicals or trauma, so most people are on the same boat, even the smarter seeming people.

The less I excuse myself, the more things I do.  My room isn't messy because I'm mentally ill.  My room is messy because I'm tired and lazy.  It looks daunting.  I'm not mentally ill at all.  The only difference is some people would see this and feel ill and tidy it right away, whereas I procastinate to do other things.  But it is also now making me tired seeing all these things, I will put them away.

I think the takeaway message is that with enough time, you will see so called non-depressed "normal" people are just as "ill" or crazy as people willing to admit their life or behaviours are not perfect.  The people who find themselves labelling themselves depressed or seeking help from councelling or doctors are just the people honest with their feelings.  There are other venues too, to just talk about it, or blog about it.  When I see a councellor, the most beneficial part is her listen, actually its not much about advice or what to do.  So her rationality isn't any better than mine, she just offers support and some perspective.  Actually I just like talking to her, so I don't have any therapy regularly and still manage in my life.  And other people think I'm fine.  So I just realised this morning so what if my room is a mess, I'm fine, I just haven't tidied it up!

We compare ourselves to others too much.  Noone is superman or superwoman.  They might look perfect on the outside, but there are probably things happening under the surface we can't know.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

The Black Dog

For me, depression is partially disappointment and perceptived abandonment.  Usually I become depressed when something is fundamentally wrong, like when I realise relationships were not as close as I thought, when someone does not love me or care about me as much as I thought they did.  People act on instances and situations, so one instance of being nice, or two or three, doesn't mean they are a close friend.  They just want to be nice, or they want to be nice in the situation.  I think of situations as building up to a friendship, but for a lot of people, most people are just acquaintances.  They have closer friends, who I'm not a part of.  If I was, they would say so.

Maybe the worse situations were when I trusted someone enough to sleep with them, but they could turn around and just ignore me.  These are friends I knew for more than a year.  I mean they kinda work me up, and turn around and can treat me like I don't exist.

And once you have experienced that, you don't know who to trust, or you trust nobody.  Then the main thing why you feel sad is that there is a total paradigm shift.  You used to be loving and very open, but now you are only disappointed and sad and hurt by most of the people who you come to know, who you were once close to.  Parents, siblings, friends, lovers.  It's really the bigger realisation that really hurts and not the individual case.  Because when you string it together, and look at who you trusted who turned on you, it becomes basically anybody.  Now anytime someone does someone nice for you, cuddles you or is intimate with you, you have it in the back of your mind it could mean nothing at all to them.