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I think I found a good medication regimen… (anxiety and depression)

So as I have hinted a lot has been changing. I left my toxic workplace about a month ago. I dealt with a lot of PTSD during my first two weeks and got a medication added to my lexapro regimen. I was terrified of adding a medication on as I felt like I was going crazy at first. But it took a little bit in therapy and convincing myself that none of this is my fault and that my emotions are valid and tell me when change is needed.

Here is what I am taking now: 30mg of lexapro (anti-depressant), 2 mg of aripiprazole (anti-psychotic to balance out dopamine and serotonin levels), and I have been halving a 0.5 mg of clonazepam (for panic attacks) as well. This is what I need to control my anxiety and depression right now and I am not ashamed of that. This transition period has been rough but has taught me so much about myself and what I need to prioritize.

Hell, I am writing this blog post at 7:50am right now with a water and green juice in hand, after stretching and a mediation session. I know my life can’t be like this every day but this is how I want my life to go.

I used to think medication would change my life for the worse for some reason. However, it has only improved my decision making and my daily life habits, as well as my social interactions. I just truly feel no one should be ashamed about speaking up about medication and talking to their doctor about their wants or reservations if it is suggested for them.

Have a great day beloveds.

Also… ya girl accepted an offer to Columbia University’s PhD program for fall 2020!!!! Yee haw.

Black Self Doubt

Self doubt has been consuming me lately. I just went for PhD interviews and I was so riddled with anxiety as I kept comparing myself to others around me. Most of it seemed normal, except I dealt with a mind altering migraine because of it. My jaw was clenched so tightly shut that I swear I my teeth could’ve exploded out of my mouth. But as I started to dissect my own personal self doubt, I realized it was something that could be dealt with.

I know there is the saying that there will always be someone better than you.. I’ve heard it often and repeat it to myself often. But I think I was missing the point of that message. I was using that statement to tell myself I was not capable when it really should be used to keep myself “humble.” It shouldn’t be used to downplay my abilities. But then I thought about how throughout my life, adults have always downplayed my abilities:

For example, I run fast because I am black. Indeed genetics do play a role in my athletic ability but I trained hard, and my race did not have anything to do with me literally winning races. But that’s how it felt. Or how I got into college or got a scholarship because I am black. All of these microaggressions have taken a toll on me. Which leads me to my interview weekend at Columbia.

To be honest, I feel like I bombed it.. as in bad. I was overthinking everything and the whole time I was thinking I did not deserve to be there. I was trying to engage in conversations but all I was thinking was that I was the ONLY black female in the entire interview group. What must people be thinking of me and how I got to this point. I was really beating myself up the whole weekend I felt like crying. Maybe the school just wasn’t meant for me but it is disheartening that I doubted myself so much when reflecting back I did have a chance. It just did not feel that way in the moment.

Self doubt for me started when I was about 13. As a freshman in high school I was looking at all the seniors who were top of their class and thought, I could do that, and I could do it better. I could be perfect. But then when I got to talking to them and they knew all these things about universities and they came from a family where everyone went to college… I doubted if I could ever get to that point. I feel like that is a normal part of life everyone goes through, but I feel like for black females, this cycle of self doubt gets perpetuated. Its poisonous roots extend so deep as we are continuously told we are never good enough.

However, we are so much more intelligent and diverse than anyone gives us credit for. I think this is one of the biggest obstacles to tackle so that we can truly shine. Basically, fuck all of those people who try and put us in a box.

I don’t know what is to come of my future and I think self doubt will always be there. But I am determined to give it the middle finger and go for it this year. Believe in myself, not what others tell me. Because I am capable of anything.

Why I’m Quitting my Research Job in Academia- Young Black Scientist

Tomorrow is my last day in academia. I am very ready to leave and heal from the trauma I’ve endured during my almost 3 years of doing full time research. Unfortunately when I scower the internet, a lot of other black scientists, doctors, and students are doing the same. We feel there is no space for us in this seemingly posh academia world as even the brightest students are worn down to their core in these settings. But why? Why does it seem like we don’t belong in these settings? Why is discrimination, racism, sexism, and overall poor treatment seen as the norm?

Faculty members and lab managers have watched me be screamed at inappropriately, I’ve been tugged, and pulled. Sexual remarks seem to be overtly present when it comes to black students compared to my non-black peers. For a while, I felt that all of this was my fault. I felt like I didn’t want to exist anymore because of how I was treated on a daily basis. But with the help of a solid friend group, my therapist, mentors, and medication I was able to see the light again. And now I want to get to the bottom of this problem.

It’s definitely going to take me more than one blog post to get all of my thoughts down about this issue but the least I can do is start…

We can’t do research about the issues affecting our community.

Recent research has suggested that there is a racial disparity in grant funding for African-American/Black scientists, most of which could be due to their research choice. Now, just like any scientist, I want to find the answers to problems in the world. these problems usually are significant to me as they are something I witness everyday, most of which reside in black communities. However, this new research shows that you are less likely to be funded if your topic has key words such as disparities and socioeconomic.

How can we be expected to continue our work as scientists but be forced to perform it from a Caucasian perspective. It infuriates me that this is so prevalent when research and medicine should work to serve all members of its community. How are we expected to be successful as scientists if we can’t work on what we are passionate about because unfortunately without funding in science the research simply can’t be conducted.

This lead me down a research rabbit hole where I learned about white empiricism.

White empiricism is the phenomenon through which only white people (particularly white men) are read has having a fundamental capacity for objectivity and Black people (particularly Black women) are produced as an ontological other. This phenomenon is stabilized through the production and retention of what Joseph Martin calls prestige asymmetry, which explains how social resources in physics are distributed based on prestige. In American society, Black women are on the losing end of an ontic prestige asymmetry whereby different scientists “garner unequal public approbation” in their everyday lives due to ascribed identities such as gender and race (Martin 2017, 475). White empiricism is one of the mechanisms by which this asymmetry follows Black women physicists into their professional lives. Because white empiricism contravenes core tenets of modern physics (e.g., covariance and relativity), it negatively impacts scientific outcomes and harms the people who are othered.

There has actually been a lot of controversy over this paper by Prescod-Weinstein. The author argues that scientific research (in this case physics) is not as objective as we are primed to believe. What caught my eye was “unequal public approbation” or unequal public praise from the white scientists in every field. Their topics and research studies are seen as very objective and then are praised with recognition and funding that allow them to continue their research. Where as performing research on health disparities and other issues from minority communities may not be seen as such.

Critics say that there are major flaws in saying that racism affects empirical data. They see that fact is fact no matter who discovered it. Many critics say that it is a form of hypocrisy and see no persuasiveness of racism on scientific discovery.

I of course disagree with the critics and believe that racism has always persuaded scientific research and has shaped the current world of science because of it. It is so obvious as it is still seen today as the “top researches” in most STEM fields are white men and women. That is no coincidence.

As long as we keep believing that racism and underlying biases don’t affect the scientific community, the bigger these problems get leading to negative impacts on the black community as a whole.

All of the research I have been looking into has shown me how academia views black scientists and research about our community. I wonder if its not taken seriously enough. Are there just not black people on these grant approving committees so its just not even crossing their minds? How can we get more black people in these positions so we can actually start diversifying scientific research?

There is so much more I want to dive into. This new job change and how much it was needed for me was a big wake up call. I am excited for this new journey and to hopefully have the space to answer my questions outside of academia.

2020

Wow…. I can see how well my mental health is based on the last time that I posted. I posted in September, when I thought I had a plan for my life and knew what the next few months had in store. Turns out I was completely wrong. I had to move suddenly when my roommate told me she needed to move back in with her parents, I got a girlfriend, dealt with the worst anxiety attack of my life, went on a PHD interview, and I am leaving my current job at the end of this week to start a new one. Life is crazy.

My mental health was in such turmoil during those couple of months. I stopped making lunch for myself and dancing around the apartment. I stopped putting make up on and having fun coming up with an outfit idea. That all being said, I feel stronger than ever now than destroyed like I did during my last major depression spell. I feel like in spite of what I was going through I was still moving towards my goals and making it a priority to take care of myself. And now, I have made the biggest step of all which is leaving my toxic and abusive workplace. I am very proud of what I’ve accomplished and feel like I have so much more to say about my journey of self acceptance, love, and discovery.

Now, I am pursuing some major goals by going to PhD interviews in New York for the fall. I am not sure what the future may bring but I am starting to accept myself for who I am now instead of forcing myself to be who other people want me to be. I introduced my girlfriend to my entire family during the holiday season and I am now out to the world as a queer woman. I don’t want to have to lie any more for the benefit of others. My goal for 2020 is to be unapologetically me.

The Long Way To Work

Today I took the long way to work

Walked through the garden, looked at the Koi fish dancing in the pond

Looked down at my phone, and saw I got a text from her

The one who I was caught sleeping with on the floor of my living room by my roommate…

Yea that girl

In the back of my mind

I was anxious to even open the text,

but I still couldn’t help but smile typing back

“I miss you too.” I said

My mind wandered back to last weekend at the farmers market

The wind was making her scarf ripple like water

Her hazel eyes were twinkling in the morning light

We walked around, our hands sweaty, afraid of anyone who looked our way

Stealing kisses behind a shady tent

I remember the usual doors I keep closed within my mind began to open during that walk

I felt safe, I felt understood

I trip back into reality

And now the scary thoughts creep in

‘How can you make this work’

‘How are you going to deal with being in a gay relationship’

‘Your life would be easier without this complication’

I take a deep breath

These words are not true

These words are not true

I look down at my phone again,

She wants to go to the river this weekend

I type yes quickly

Put my phone in my back pocket

And continue deep breathing

‘I am staying true to myself’

‘And I will be happy because of it’.

Sex Drive on Anti-Depressants

Let’s be honest, I am still dealing with Depression. Depression with a capitol D. Makes my brain foggy some days and makes me feel not worthy of even being seen outside. I have been on anti-depressants for over 10 months now and I have mixed feelings. On one hand I feel they pulled me out of my suicidal thoughts. But on the other hand I feel like they expose a weak part of me. If anyone catches sight of my pills, I feel like Depression is written all over my face. Any comments, even jokingly, about me seeming anything less than mentally stable, gets me triggered. I go to therapy regularly, which is so fucking hard, and I constantly worry about who I will be off of the anti-depressants. It feels like a dirty little secret. All of that is hard enough, but changes in my sex drive makes it even more confusing.

I definitely want to state one thing and that is my sex drive did not go away completely. I always used to read about people having no sex drive on anti-depressants, etc. But I realized that was not the case for me. When I found out I could still have orgasms, I thought I was in the clear… Meanwhile, the reality of the situation was that it was harder for me to get off “on command” or when I am with a partner. I feel like orgasms and sex was something that came so natural to me (no pun intended). I did not have to think, the movements just happened and my body would respond. Now, however, I have two partners who I regularly sleep with and sometimes I am all for getting down and other times I just want to pleasure them. They know I struggle with depression and anxiety and that I take anti-depressants, but still I am looking at a disappointed face in the bedroom when they can’t get me off.

They ask if I am still attracted to them and they talk about how we should just try some more. I know we are all young and dumb but there are times where I just don’t even feel like trying to get off because I know it won’t happen. There are also different things that get me off more than others now. Like a lot of my sexual triggers got all jumbled up. Like how I enjoy talking in the bedroom more than I ever have. All of this made me realized the changes occurring from my anti-depressants made me feel different in not only in my daily life but in the bedroom as well.

Maybe this is old news to everyone, maybe I should change my prescription, or maybe this is who I will be while on my medication. Having orgasms are getting easier the longer I am on the same dose so that is hopeful. And all that my horniness has done for me in the past is get me in a lot of trouble since my sex drive caused me to only look at people with rose tinted lenses. Even though my partners feel slightly disappointed from time to time, I feel slightly empowered.

I feel empowered to make choices about who I love not about how hot they get my groin. I get to see how they actually treat me and love me. Without that emotional barrier, I feel I can see what is in front of me better and make choices for myself that are sustainable. I am someone who still loves passion and making love spontaneously, but I also know that orgasms aren’t all there is to a relationship. My orgasms are still here, I am confident in that but them being quieter has given me unexpected freedom.

BiVisibility Day

It’s been a year since I’ve finally accepted and explored my sexuality. I don’t know why I’ve always felt I had to deny one part of myself to fit into a community and feel like I belong on this world. Why did I feel I had to be 100% of anything to be worthy of love. Why do I have to hide in the darkness when there is so much room and warmth in the light.

During this past year, I’ve realized more and more how love and my relationships with others are the most important thing in my life. Opening this part of my life up has showed me to not only feel more open to love with a partner but my other relationships have been more open as well.

I can’t ignore the fact that it is hard. I’ve opened myself up to love but at the same time I’ve felt open up to hate. However, no matter how much hate I get, nothing could get me to go back in the closet. I feel free, I feel supported, and I feel loved by myself and capable to love.

I am here and I am queer. Happy BiVisibility Day.

Ready to fail?

I am constantly fighting a lot of mental obstacles while trying to get anything out on paper (or on a screen in this case). I am very judgemental about what is written, even if it is just for me. I like my thoughts safe and tucked away in my mind, who would’ve guessed. Well, turns out if my thoughts end up on paper it would make them real, and scary. This is because being honest and real on paper truly reveals all of my insecurities and lays them out in front of me.. my biggest one being my intelligence. I’ve held onto trying to seem smart ever since I felt doubted for my intelligence in 5th grade after transferring schools.

I came from a private school and felt so clueless about how to navigate a public school setting. I felt I lost not only my common sense but my book smarts, as I studied slightly different things than my peers. I did not know what they were calling out in class and I felt it hard to follow along with everyone else. Though I was just a child, I remember being suddenly so aware about how I present myself. I was self conscious. I felt constantly belittled by my teachers and peers, a feeling that is hard to forget. Fast forward to now and I’ve almost killed myself defending what I felt like was my “intelligence” by fighting for every little thing in my academic/ professional life, even things that are out of my control.

Though I may be sounding too vague, I still hope someone knows what I am talking about. Anyways, the roots of the thoughts going through my mind lately is how difficult it is to write out the things that are going on in my life that don’t involve actions or explicit words. I am constantly figuring out a way to understand and bring words to the pauses between sentences occurring not only within myself but between other people. That communication is an aspect in all human beings that we do almost reflexively. I have realized how these reflexive tendencies manifest and show themselves communicate not only our own humanness but it also reflects how society shapes the mind. Maybe I am weird for staring at people in conversation and noticing these patterns among people. But, I can’t not notice it and honestly I need to write about it before I explode as it makes me fucking uncomfortable most of the time (in different ways).

Don’t you just get that feeling sometimes where you just want to scream about the “elephant in the room” during a conversation. A conversation where everything is supposed to be subtle but you just want to address the obvious. What are the situations that it is appropriate to let these nonverbal cues go, leave them as nonverbal, or address them? Does the communication that lies between sentences have to govern that much of our daily interactions? I would personally like to address them head on all the time but I also understand not everyone rolls like that.

Through all this thinking and going back and forth between why I stop myself from writing, to my childhood, to why I can’t come up with the words to write is that I need practice. I have been hard on myself every day since 5th grade but when is it going to stop? I have to start something to be good at it, or to fail, or to realize I love it, or I hate it…. I have to try. I do get overwhelmed often and I feel like I have to be perfect at everything, but I am trying to accept that I will be fine without being perfect. So I am going to try and just write what I want.. not things filtered so heavily by my ego.

Sincerely,

Finally ready to fail?? I think….

Perfectionism

For me, starting is not the hardest

It is maintaining.

I keep talking myself out of doing things

Something might happen, I might upset someone, or do something bad.

These thoughts cloud my mind

Turning my clear lake into a middy pond.

Then, as those bad thoughts gain more power and momentum

They began to drown me.

I was constantly fighting against them, trying not to be dragged under.

But the lake just got more dangerous and rough.

It felt like it will be impossible to go back to my original state of peace.

That crystal clear lake.

After a while, I forget what I was even striving for.

I forget how that clean lake felt in my head.

But then I decide to stop fighting the waves.

I float…

I allow myself to be imperfect and to be messy.

I talk out my thoughts with people or write them out to try and let them not get too polluted from the muddy waters.

The waves slowly begin to calm

There are still ripples I feel, still disturbing the lake in my mind

But I understand that they can’t hurt me and I don’t need to fight them.

I know I am still under those slightly muddied waters and nothing can change that.

I just have to let the debris settle.