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Being Unlikable

My whole life or at least for as long as I could remember, I’ve always wanted to be liked. By my parents, then my teachers, and even random people on the street. I would always pull out all the stops I could to be liked for reasons I did not understand. Whenever I wanted to make a choice for myself and knew others might frown upon it, I would hesitate and think more about the other person than myself. This included things from the clubs I joined to the clothes I wear.

Obviously that was not a healthy way to live and it took a significant toll on me. I did not know who I was anymore and I felt lost. My anxiety has also been heightened whenever I faced criticism. I felt overwhelmed trying to please everyone. I wanted to break this cycle so desperately but the thought of just ignoring everyone’s wishes was too daunting.

I then realized I had to practice being unlikable to make these feelings manageable. What did that mean? Well I knew I had to take small steps of “rebellion” to break my current perspective. My perspective that was holding me down so much was that I always felt that everyone was judging everything about me. Mostly due to me being harshly criticized by family all throughout my childhood… Once I realized that my thoughts are not the reality I could then step outside and begin becoming unlikable.

Nobody cares what you are doing or what you look like because they are too engulfed in their own world

I have heard this quote countless times but I really let it seep in during these past few months. I still repeat it to myself whenever I start to feel overwhelmed about the way I look or the way I feel others are looking at me. This saying is something I still use almost every time I go out in public to combat my social anxiety.

Get hairy

As a woman, I have felt the extreme pressure to shave every bit of my body without letting even the stubble show. This led to anxiety around getting ready to go out and sometimes would cause me to not even make it out of my house. So for a while I truly stopped shaving everything. Not only that but I still wore shorts and other outfits that I liked and it was freeing. I also realized that I liked not shaving my legs and it make life a lot easier. These are practices that I don’t have to adhere to very strictly now but it did make me feel closer to myself.

Be loud

For me this was a big one as I have (and still do sometimes) want to become invisible in public and try to make myself as small and quiet as possible. To combat this I did the things I was afraid of that might cause too much “noise”. I play my ukulele more in my apartment with the windows open and I sing. At first I felt disgusted by hearing my voice, but with practice, being loud got so much easier. Other things that go along with being loud is standing up for yourself in conversations, voicing your opinions, getting a nose piercing, or any tattoo that you wanted.

What all of these exercises were really teaching me was how to just be me. I want to truly be myself. To do that you have to start in such small steps but confidence does truly build with practice. There is also no use in comparing what you feel is confidence to other people. Keep in mind you are only seeing a small portion of them and you never know what they might admire in you. Be true to you, and practice it every day as it will be very worthwhile.

Learning how to pause-Young adult living with major depression

Life is constantly evolving and moving. Sometimes it moves so fast it can become hard to catch your breath. One of my biggest fears is feeling cornered or trapped. In May, I felt so suffocated it led to me crying in the bathroom at work several times a day. At the root of those confusing and extremely emotional states were the delusions made up in my mind caused by my mental illness. It caused me to run around in circles in my head and become exhausted by it, unable to complete anything else.

You can’t press pause on life but you can learn how to take mental pauses to reset yourself and hopefully improve the quality of your life. For me, this started with accepting my imperfections and the fact that life is not suppose not be this linear growth curve. I started to let all of the advice and lessons I’ve cultivated over the years really sink in. It is so necessary to take pauses when needed and to put yourself and values first. Making any type of effort big or small can help get you back in tune with your body. 

Right now, I am taking a two week pause from my full time job to focus on my mental health and overall well being. I am 5 days in and let me tell you it has been life changing. I don’t know how we just push through burn outs and think its okay. Taking these moments are so essential to the overall projection of our lives and these pauses actually create the momentum needed to reach our dreams. So here are some of the things I am doing during my pause to get back on track:

  1. Challenging myself: For example, I have crippling social anxiety which prevents me from enjoying the outdoors though the outdoors are always on my mind. Today, I challenged myself by going on a walk alone in my city and I ended up sitting outside at a random Starbucks, soaking up the sun.
  2. Catching up on all of my doctor appointments: Making sure your body is in check should always come first but I admit, I am overdue on most of them. I try not to overwhelm myself but I am making sure to schedule at least one needed appointment each day.
  3. GOING TO THERAPY AND MY PSYCHIATRIST: To talk to someone and get out of my head during therapy sessions is essential for making sure that I am processing what is going on and not just staying in a depressive slump during this pause. I have been skipping therapy appointments in the past but now there is no excuse. Also, seeing my psychiatrist so I am on the correct dose of medication and keeping me on track with taking them, has helped a lot.
  4. Putting more effort into preparing food: Now, I admit I try to run to Chipotle every chance I can get but I am putting more of a conscious effort to cook more meals at home. In addition to cooking I am spending more time cleaning and organizing my kitchen so I actually want to spend time in there. 
  5. Stretching and light exercise daily: This one is self explanatory…
  6. Keeping up with general hygiene daily: When you are depressed, you don’t shower, brush your hair, wash your clothes, etc. (at least for me), so trying to get back into a routine of taking care of myself is a must. I admit I still have not tackled my hair yet but I am at least showering every day and taking a little better care of myself.

And that’s it! That is what I have been doing during this much needed pause. Whatever taking care of yourself means, whether that is being more mindful of what you are eating, going on a daily walk, learning how to say yes more or no more, taking time off work… JUST DO IT. If it doesn’t work out then it doesn’t but at least you tried to mix things up. I think another major hurdle in all of this is truly letting go of preconceptions about what others might think of you or paying attention to those negative scenarios in your head. The reality is, no real harm can come from putting yourself first.

Sincerely, 

A confused 23 year old

To be, or not to be

April has been a transformative month… I think I have reached some of my lowest and most at peace points in my life within a 30 day period and I am starting to see the point of all that torture. Firstly, I want to begin with saying my mental health has been a hell of a lot better these days. I have been on my medication for a longer period of time, I took my exam, I left the country… I am doing okay. My medication dose was increased halfway through the month, which I cried about, but it was definitely for the better. I am also not a numb zombie, what my biggest fear was and what comes up first when you deep dive into blogs about taking anti-depressants…. Actually listening to my doctor was a necessity.

However, I do want to point out I think the relationship I have with my doctor and therapist is what makes this all work. It has taken a while to find someone who sees me and my problems and just doesn’t try to write it off in a prescription. This sounds awful but I am normally the person to not listen to my doctor… even though I study medicine, after my childhood doctor passed away and a couple of negative experiences with doctors afterwards…. it takes a lot for me to take a new medication (besides getting my shots, including my flu shot I take every year.. please get yo shots) if it does not feel absolutely needed. If I was dying of syphilis of course I’ll take the medication but having a doctor tell me oh just take an anxiolytic to help with your heart palpitations… I think I’ll have to get a second opinion first before I keel over (yes this is real scenario, I have a heart murmur so I was concerned to say the least).

What I am saying is sometimes doctors don’t see the whole patient and when you lose a long term provider like I did, it is extremely hard for a new doctor to be sure of the right treatment plan before getting to know you. But everything is normally very fast paced and there is pressure to cure everything fast so no one takes their time. There is also definite underlying bias I have felt from providers being I am a queer African American woman. After enduring a whole lot of sh*t, I finally found a female provider who really listens to everything I say and I have been feeling more confident in my understanding of my mental issues, including how to battle them.

It has taken me years to get to a point of almost peace. I am still grinding my teeth at night but every day for the past two weeks I have been looking around and thinking everything is going to be okay. It feels as if something has clicked recently.

I’ve long heard that teachers never know exactly how children learn how to read. They teach about letters and sentence structure and then they practice, practice, practice with the kids. Then all of a sudden it all just clicks. It isn’t perfect reading but it flows together. That is something that often comes to mind when I think about this part of my life. I am now beginning to really accept my whole self. I am beginning to understand that I don’t have to fit in a box or fit a label, and I don’t have to be perfect at everything I do. That thought process actually hinders me in life. I just want to be.


Bad day not a bad life

I have been having a lot of bad days lately and even on my good days I am anxious about life turning upside down. Today I woke up feeling physically sick and also sick of the place I am living in. I got up to go into work, late as usual but ended up getting a lot of work done. I feel unsure about an exam I have coming up next week, completely regretting everything about it. I have been in and out of depressive periods throughout my entire study period and I have no focus. I also found out today that WOW airlines just decided to completely quit. I had a trip for next Saturday planned through them.

I quickly scrambled to get new tickets for the same time period as I went through so much to get time off and to plan some festivities. I am going to Iceland and then to France hoping my second solo trip would go a lot smoother than the first. I was able to get tickets but goodness they were expensive. And I am moving in May…. I am fortunate to even be able to afford new tickets but now I do not have much room for error for these next couple of months.

Despite all of this chaos, I am excited to move in with one of my best friends, I am excited for my trip, I am excited to graduate from my graduate program this upcoming May, and I am excited that even though I might fail, I will be taking my MCAT next week. I am so grateful for all of these things in my life right now. Maybe it is the anti-depressants keeping me from having a mental breakdown but I am doing okay despite all the stressors in my life. Barely floating, but there.

Just a reminder that even when everything seems to be turning upside down, you can look forward to the things in life you are grateful for and what brings you joy. It is keeping me calm and hopeful throughout the chaos.


Rumination

I hate the fact that I ruminate an uncomfortable amount almost every single day. I go to therapy sessions weekly, I am sticking to a medication (whether or not you agree with the use of medications). I like to think I am improving ,but even on days where everything seems to be going perfectly, all I can think of is what can go wrong.

Today was a good day. I have a trip coming up where I will be going back to Iceland for 3 days and then to France for a week. I’ve always wanted to go to France and I am promising myself to put these wants first this year. So I am just going to go, alone again as usual. I am terrified to tell my parents I am leaving again, I feel like I am turning into a rebel child. I also might give in to my urges I have had for years to get a piercing (and a tattoo because why not). And so far things have been falling into place for me to make these things happen but I just… worry.

I worry about losing something important, I worry about what others might think of me, I worry about what my future self would think of this, and I worry about letting people down. One thing that I am realizing is that none of those worries should matter, it should just matter what I think and how I feel. I am excited for all the changes that are happening in my life but I am also terrified of upsetting someone or ruining something and seeing it all be torn down. A reason I think I live in fear.

I worry about not being enough. I worry about being too boring or too quiet or too dumb. I worry that even though I had a positive first interaction with someone the other day, the second interaction will probably be crap.

I do not know why I feel this way even though I know it is not rational. It is hard to do anything with these thoughts on your mind, I could stare into blank space for hours. I am getting better though, with mediation, yoga, exercise, chosen family, my lovely cat, and my doctors. Everyday I try and make little improvements to let these thoughts pass me by. Lately I’ve been stuck in a rut due to pressure at school and work and from my parents. And on top of that I am struggling with being proud of my identity and true self in any setting.

For now I just want to accept and reflect on who I am so I get to a place where I don’t need to approval of others to live my life.

Iceland Part 1

I am putting a part 1 because I know Iceland is going to have several layers to it over my lifetime in general. But let’s start with day 1 of my most recent visit.

I decided to head to Iceland by myself even though I am extremely anxious all of the time as well as socially anxious in January. I thought I was going to spend a peaceful 4 days in this cold place mostly enjoying my own company. I had a lot of bumps in the road getting there. People were worried about me, as they should. I brought an expired passport by accident. I forgot a towel. Basically most unprepared person ever and I was shaking the entire time due to my anxiety but I was excited. Though I was anxious leading up to the trip and sweating profusely through the KEF airport, I felt so much freedom when I was finally able to step outside into the fresh air.

This was not the first time I had traveled abroad but I was completely alone. I felt free and independent. I was in awe of the beauty of Iceland and just shocked that I made it this far. Nor did I feel the usual weight of my depression weighing on my shoulders. I was high on life starting from that moment. So I got my rental car and headed down to Reykjavik to the hostel and secured a prime bed by the window, facing away from everyone else. And I was ready to explore.

I ended up going hiking, horseback riding, walking around the city, tasting beer, all by myself while making a few nice acquaintances on the way. On the second to last day before my departure, I had some extra time and felt like heading out to the local pool where I had some amazing conversations with people. I was then at a bar when I saw a girl I just wanted to meet up and chat with from tinder was out again and decided to meet her. I ended up feeling so enamored by her. I’ve dated girls in the past and guys as well but I was not expecting to have such a good time and feel so connected with her. I ended up at her apartment that night and woke up with her beside me the next morning.

Fast forward to me stumbling out of her apartment, sprinting out of my hostel late, losing my rental car and barely making my flight in time. After all of that on the long flight home I basically spent it listening to the Wicked soundtrack and trying not to cry as I could still feel her hands and lips on my body.

Iceland truly awakened me and I am so grateful for every person I met while I was there.



The Journey Begins

Deciding to really be committed to writing about my life in public during my 20s. I have tried since the 5th grade to keep track of what is going on but I have not been doing a great job. My intentions are to see myself grow and to have a place to write out my feelings. I want to get it out into the universe so maybe I can start sorting through the tangled nest of thoughts in my head. And I also want to be a better writer because why not…

So here is the beginning of my journey at 23 years of age. I feel confused, unsure, and scared of life right now but I am working on loving myself and others more each day.

Cheers to an okay start.

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