Sunday, 11 September 2016

The One That Externally Validates

I was scrolling through snapchat (if "scrolling" is what you do in snapchat) and I came across this gem and it immediately felt SO GOOD to read these. SO. GOOD. It feels nice to know that these feelings and expectations are real and it is not a construct of my brain looking for attention (yes I know thinking like this is complete bullshit, but this self-stigma is always there and almost always accompanied with guilt)

P.S: It's not exclusive to your potential suitors only. It's for everyone.

http://www.refinery29.com/how-to-date-someone-with-mental-illness#slide-1

Here are some of my favourites:









Special emphasis on "IF I COULD MAKE IT BETTER, I WOULD HAVE. I DON'T LIKE LIVING LIKE THIS"

I also like "When there is time to relax, my stress evaporates". Makes me glad I'm going home for eid.

I started reading my old posts and goodness gracious me I got through FSc. If I can get through FSc, I can get through this. I WILL get through this. This is NOTHING as compared to FSc. I WILL GET THROUGH THIS. I WILL STUDY FOR MY SECOND YEAR MBBS PROFF IN TWO WEEKS AND PASS THE EXAM. I HAVE DONE FSC HOW DARE I THINK I WON'T PASS THIS?

You know that's the effect of having super competent and smart-ass people around me all the time. Obviously I can't be as good as they are, I just end up feeling like I am not doing much at all, which is not true. I'm glad I have this blog so I can go back in time and see how I have gotten through some stuff, so I'll be able to get through this too.

Saturday, 10 September 2016

The One With The Inability To Function

Well okay. Let's talk about this one.

Loss of ability to enjoy things. Loss of interest in things which usually interest me. Tired. Stressed out. Can't do much, not because I feel like I don't want to, but because honestly, I just can't bring myself to do it. Not liking waking up in the morning and lamenting the fact that I can't spend the entire day sleeping in oblivion. Feeling of heart constantly sinking. Feeling of sadness emanating from the core of my being. Constant reminder of all the past shit-ass experiences. Guilt over the fact that maybe it's my fault that I'm not doing enough (kind of enforced by people when they tell me that I need to change the way I think).

You know what sucks? I don't want to be like this. No one would want to be like this. I would have liked to just be able to study and get good grades and enjoy life. No one would choose to not be happy and satisfied with life without a solid reason. And it kind of sucks when people tell you to "do it differently and do it right" or "try a new approach to life".

The truth is I have tried things. I tried what my counselor suggested: study a little and achieve your tiny goals per day so the rewarding system in your brain is activated and you start enjoying your studies again. Tried it over and over again. I am still unable to achieve the ultimate goal: develop a momentum and start studying properly again. It's been more than three weeks and believe me it's not that I haven't tried. I have tried getting away, I have tried "changing the way I think" or "my approach" to life.

Yes I do believe it is stress induced. But I don't like the pattern associated with it. I don't like how sometimes I can manage things so well but the other times I just can't bring myself to do it. I don't like how when I am in a proper state of mind, I can just do things so easily and calmly but when I am not, then the smallest of tasks become the hardest thing to do in this world.

But of all these things, I just don't like how everyone just gets into a conciliatory position and recommends the changes I should make in my schedule, in the way I handle things and the way I think. I get it. They are just trying to help. But no. I don't wan't that. It always makes me feel worse. I know people are just trying to "push me into achieving better goals" but sometimes, you don't need the "push to achieve better". You just need the encouragement that whatever you are doing is more than enough for someone for whom just getting up from the bed is the hardest thing to do. You need encouragement that it is a HUGE deal that you got out of bed today. You don't need a constant reminder of how you "have to get out of bed and do other stuff". This is one of the reasons I choose to seclude myself from people when I am feeling like this.

Ultimate dream: Someone just comes up to me, hugs me, and tells me that they know I am trying my best to work with what I have and that it is not my fault that I feel this way, but what ever I am doing, I am managing well. I don't feel like this because of a lack of trying. I feel like this because unfortunately, it's what is happening inside my head. I am trying my best, I honestly am. I am not a lazy irresponsible person and honestly, I love studying. I enjoy it so much. But right now, I just can't bring myself to do it.

I am glad that I have become more self aware, thanks to my past experience with depression. Atleast now I can figure out the signs and symptoms and be kind to myself.

One other thing that is currently happening is, wait I don't know how to put it into words. Okay. The realization that people can't help you. I already have a profound understanding of this that only you can help yourself. But this knowledge brings a certain feeling of loneliness with it. I have some amazing friends who make it easier for me to deal with such things, but I know currently they are all busy studying themselves. So it's equal parts I don't want to bother them; they can't really help much anyways and that I can't keep bothering them again and again anyways. See here is the thing: it's like such states of mind force you into seclusion with such thoughts. In my content state of mind, knowing that I have such amazing people around me makes me so happy but right now, it doesn't contribute much to my happiness because I don't see the point of it. This one is slightly hard to explain because I can see them trying to be good friends and it always makes me happy, but that happiness is always momentary. So it's not that people around me aren't doing enough. It's just that there is something wrong in my head.

So that's what it's like inside my head right now. It feels good to put a piece of me out there for the world to see (nods to the imaginary fan base) in a private, yet not-so-private way. It "momentarily" feels good to share. I guess the hope here is that maybe someone out there will understand and relate to what I'm currently feeling and maybe someone will tell me that it will be okay. I know it will be. It just always helps to get it validated from someone outside my head. And maybe if there is someone out there who happens to feel the same way, it'll be nice if they can relate to it too. That's it for today then.

Hambuga'

This one goes out to all my followers; my source of strength; my imaginary fan base:

Thank you for your constant support and encouragement. This blog would not have achieved the popularity heights had it not been for you guys keeping up with my life with such unadulterated enthusiasm. Keeping Up With The Kardashians? No. Keeping Up With The Blog.

You guys do best what you are meant to do - be imaginary. And for that, I thank you guys!

Lots of love.

Monday, 29 August 2016

Hay Storms and Jonnah's Hill

The story is as old as human existence itself: I'm not studying when I am supposed to be. It's okay though. My councillor advised me to take it slow and easy and that is what I have been trying to do, but I'll start with something tiny tomorrow. Today, I feel like reconnecting with my avid readers, who I feel like I can safely say now, are also my imaginary fan-base.

There is this weird joy in publishing something out there for the world to see but no one sees it. It an out-there-yet-private kind of a thing. It's strangely comforting. Like I am sharing a part of myself, but with complete privacy.

I have started "lol-ing". Worst thing ever. You know why? Because I'm not actually "laughing out loud". I should start using "MS" - mildly smiling instead. Totally making this my new thing now.

Hmmm. Let's see. I have nothing much to widely proclaim to my avid readers today. Let's look around shall we?

I really want to talk about depression but I feel like I won't be able to do justice to it. It's something so delicate and intricate that I want to give it my proper effort. So maybe not right now. Maybe some day in the future.

My back hurts. Nothing some yoga can't fix though. I'm eating a pear. This time around the fruit guy I order from sent bigger fruits so that's nice. Usually the fruit is tiny.

Why am I talking about this? Because it is my responsibility to entertain my fan base. I kind of miss randomly ranting about the love affair beween Mr. Monty and myself. Ah Mr. Monty. How I miss you.

Saw princess diaries yesterday with a friend. Most awful thing ever. Though I liked the ending - how she ended up not marrying because being a queen > finding a lover.

I really do want to randomly rant on for longer. I feel like this is the first time I am completely babbling non-sense. Usually I have some sort of a purpose to my blog posts. Ah well.

I must bade thee farewell now.

Todaloos!

Cringing

It always feels so awful when I'm reading my old blog posts. It positively cringe-worthy honestly. I expect to look back and think "wow the past me was so articulate" but nope nope nope. It's just the worst thing ever. I wish I had that fluidity in my words like everyone else does but nope again. It's a blundering embarrassing collection of loosely joint words trying too hard to express what I felt. *sigh* I need to work on my writing skills.After all, I don't want to disappoint my massive fan-base amiryt or AMIRYT? *crickets chirping*

The one about Gratitude

This one is for you guys, because I want the whole world (i.e my blog’s massive fan base i.e my imaginary avid readers) to know how you all fill me with complete gratitude. More importantly, I want to remember this moment forever because in this moment, I know, that I am surrounded by something too beautiful to be captured into words.

Thank you for letting me sleep with you and thank you for hugging me through the night; thank you for letting me come over and thank you for feeding me so good; thank you for asking bout me; thank you for caring enough to give me your time, your concern and your love; thank you for forcing me to go out. I felt like it wouldn’t matter but it did matter and it did make things better. Thank you for helping me get through this; thank you for making me believe how incredibly lucky I am and thank you for making everything worthwhile. You guys make it easier for me to reach out when it feels like the hardest thing to do in this world. Just when I start feeling how, at the end of the day, we all have to deal with everything ourselves, you guys are there to let me know, that people can make it easier for you. I hope that my friendship can give you the comfort your friendship has given me.


I lost my feelings there for a bit, but now I can feel the full force of one primary emotion: gratitude. I want you all to know that in this moment, you made someone feel thankful for their life and that counts more than any other thing in this world.