Monday, November 04, 2013
Today I am thankful for the two guys who sit next to me in chemistry. Jonta sits to my left, and Gabe sits to my right. They make the class much more tolerable, plus we struggle together, get angry and frustrated, fail tests together, compare each other's homework answers (inevitably all 3 of us have 3 different answers, ugh!) and I feel better knowing I'm not the only one. These guys are warm, friendly, and on my level. I lucked out getting them in my class and for fate sitting me with them. :-)
I don't have a pic of Jonta or Gabe, so instead here's Kyle (aka Cop Car) "helping" me with my chem homework.
Sunday, November 03, 2013
I'm thankful for what my granny refers to as my "ugly gray robe". I got this robe for Christmas several years ago and over time it has become my security blanket. I wear it year-round (yes, even on those 115 degree summer days in the desert) not for temperature regulation, but for comfort. I wrap myself in my robe and my mind becomes at ease. I almost feel naked not wearing it when I lounge around the house. Despite the fact that I'm ALWAYS wearing it, I seem to have few photos of me actually in it... Anyway, I did scrounge up one from January of this year.
My security blanket ugly gray robe is worn and, yeah, now it's ugly, but it's my favorite clothing item in the whole world.
Friday, November 01, 2013
I did this last year, too, and had some fun with it. Its always appropriate to focus on thankfulness and gratitude any time of year, but we're extra-reminded during the holidays.
In light of the recent things happening in my life and the intense depression I've been experiencing, I think I need the "30 Days of Thankful" more than ever this year. Depression is seriously soul-decaying and it makes it so difficult to see anything beyond the hopelessness, emptiness, perceived abandonment & isolation, loneliness, etc. One of the things I've been trying to do is take the focus outward instead of inward. So, we'll see if finding 30 things to be thankful for can help me get myself out of this funk in time for me to enjoy my family and friends for the holidays.
Today I am thankful for my best friend Shaina (aka Shy). We met when my mom used to take me to her mom's daycare. Of course, that's a little earlier than my memories allow. We were [unknowingly] reunited our freshman year in high school and have been BFF's ever since. Sometimes more time than we like elapses between conversations, but we always pick up and go forward. I can always count on her to be a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, and another laugh so I'm not the only one making a fool of myself.
And after all, who else would make a 4 hour trip by car to come make sure you're okay?
Friday, October 25, 2013
So, very few developments have occurred since my last blog. Sorry. One being that the only emotion I seem capable of experiencing for the time being is sadness (with a smidge of disappointment and frustration mixed in for good measure). Sadness at everything- feeling so lonely, feeling so isolated, feeling abandoned and rejected. I have yet to go a day without weeping. For good measure I found this blog/webcomic (blomic?) that seems to kinda reflect my state of being lately:
(Oh, yeah, um... strong language warning. But, it has a purpose, it's not just for the sake of dropping f-bombs.)
Granted this person is a bit more extreme and has experienced these issues for far, far longer than I have, the "blomic" is sorta, well, me... And the rest of this blog refers to these two "blomics" so you may want to read them to understand the references. At least you'll be entertained.
I'm not suicidal, so that isn't me. Also, I haven't turned to any sort of self-abuse or self-hatred. And the day I realized I didn't have any other feelings in me (just sadness, etc.) I didn't feel liberated or invincible at all. Actually, I was sort of alarmed, but mostly just burdened by it. I know I can feel feelings because I've felt them before, and to suddenly not be able to was something terrible. I felt like an empty shell of person- a husk. Yeah, I felt like the corn husk wrapper of a delicious tamale that once had cooked masa encasing some sort of spicy meat, and if you got the *really* good tamales, a slice of potato and an unpitted green olive in there, too. That delicious inside was gone and all that remained was the useless, inedible wrapper. And it made my sadness feel more intense (probably why I can't stop crying anymore). The "blomic" said it pretty great: there's a huge difference between not giving a f*** and not being able to give a f***.
Now, before you all get to thinking I'm dooming myself and that maybe because I keep complaining about it that I really WANT to be depressed (let's face it, there are people out there that really, actually think that- but, can't you see how dead these fish are?!) I have been working on crawling my way out of this pit. I attended church for the first time in a long time on Sunday and found the experience favourable. If I had feelings to feel I'd have likely enjoyed it. I plan to go back. I've spent a lot of time in meditation and prayer. And, my friend Leah (SPRING4FAL) has been wonderful and emailing me regularly... we've been sort of doing our own little Bible study so to speak between us. I have found this to be very comforting, if not for the things I know I'm capable of and that God knows I'm capable of, but at the most basic level for having someone care enough to reach out to me in such a big way.
I also went to my general practitioner this past week, and while she doesn't seem to think my problem is, erm... "real depression"? I guess... I'm not sure how to say it... basically she believes my sadness is due to a series of situations that I have control over and that I'm fully able to control my emotions and change my situation to pull myself out of this "funk". She kept saying it's a "personality problem" which I know logically she meant it's something that I'm in control of and can change- but, when worded that way just made it sound like she thought I'm some sort of jerkface a-hole that repels people in my life and it's my own fault I'm depressed. And I did make an effort to fix a few of the things that have occurred recently that have contributed [back on birth control, reached out to my friend, attempted to reestablish regular communication with "special friend"] Not much I can do beyond that.
Luckily I'm smart enough to realize she's a general practitioner/internist, so psychology would not be her area of expertise. So, I went to my school psychologist the next day. Thanks to the student health fees we're all required to pay every semester no matter what, even if we have our own health coverage, the counseling services at school are "free" for enrolled students. They're just meant for short-term counseling, really, but at least it's a start. I was very comfortable with the counselor there and she really wants me to come back. Since her area of specialty IS psych related, she was a little more kind in her initial impressions of me. Of course, she won't be diagnosing me with anything or making any assumptions until after a much deeper, thorough assessment, so I'll be seeing her regularly the rest of the semester.
In the meantime, chemistry still stresses me out. Medical terminology is interesting for like 5 minutes and then I get pretty bored. I should have done an online class for that.
Today I got a haircut. It had been a really long time since I did and feeling like a shaggy, overgrown mullet-coiffed Sasquatch was certainly not helping my sadness. I'm lucky to have a friend that cuts my hair and not just someone at a salon. So, I got my haircut and instantly felt a little boost (she told me, if you can't change your mood, change your hair- and it's SO TRUE). And of course, I had casually mentioned I was down and since we're friends and Facebook friends she just asked outright, "Jill, are you lonely?" And I burst into tears (as usual) and said, "Of course I am." And she said, "I'm lonely, too. Maybe we should hang out more so we don't have to be so lonely all the time." So, I think we're going to try to establish a weekly day where we just hang out and do something- go grab a coffee, go for a drive, go on an adventure, go to the store... something. It's nice to have someone actually want to spend time with me. She has an adorable son (who is starting to call me "auntie") so it'll be nice to have him around, too. He's a sweetheart and I love my friends' kids.
This weekend my BFF is coming to visit me from L.A. I have been communicating with her fairly regularly about all this stuff, too, and I think she's really worried... worried enough to make a 4 hour drive here to see me. So, it'll be nice to see her, too.
Every once in a while, an emotion comes outta nowhere and surprises me that it's still trying to hang on, so I'm hoping that light at the end of the tunnel is just having it's bulb replaced and that I'll be seeing it soon enough.
And here I am as an adorable black cat in the 1st grade. For Halloween. I'm not some weirdo that just dresses up as a cat for no real reason (*cough*yesIam*cough*)
And this collection is why I've concluded I NEED to own a pug. Especially the Teen Wolf Pug. That was the best.
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