Where the hell have I gone? The chronicles of blanc are no more? Not true.
i have been working on myself… and growing up.
A lot has changed. Some things haven’t. I have lost 20 pounds. Since quitting anti-depressants (SSRI, lexapro).
I look like my old self, more than ever but, I don’t feel like my old self, by any stretch of the imagination. For the better I hope…
Always came here when things weren’t going well and I didn’t really know what to do or how to cope…
I’m going to keep it straight. Journaling, Now it just feels so gay to me, and I couldn’t care less. But I have a passion for writing, clearly. Can’t seem to stop doing it. It helps me, but it also… it provides a gateway out of whatever I’m in. It allleviates any feeling of redundancy, mundane, or feelings like being trapped or out of control.
It lets me express what usually hides away, and for that reason, alleviates any feelings of chronic isolation, whether perceived, imagined, real or not real.
But it also is more transcendental than that, and that’s the part I can’t really explain and I don’t know if I want to bother to. Either you get it or you don’t.
But let’s just stick to the facts.
My life is finding new direction, I suppose. I suppose it has to, at some point. Inevitably. I found myself in new career, new connections, new educational settings, new mentors. New hobbies.
Slowly but surely, my old life is falling away and I work at my own recovery everyday. Does it mean, I’m 100%? All the time? No…. Not at all.
I still have emotions, that come and go. It’s just less frequent, and less severe. And I know how to deal with them much better. Much healthier, at that. A lot of it passes.
But it doesn’t mean, if I’m being honest, that I don’t have a suicidal thought still from time to time. Or that I don’t have thoughts of relapse. Or, suddenly, overcome with some version of self loathing and negative self talk.
But I guess you could say I’m trying to not let it get the best of me? Because I know… to throw it all away, would be such a waste.
But yeah, it’s nothing really that interesting. Im just some kid who went through stuff and then I got really fucked up mentally and super depressed. Now I’m just learning to deal with that issue.
But to most people they probably find the topic of healing/recovery and depression recovery, super fucking boring.
There’s still a lot of things I have left to process, some things I haven’t begun to understand, more to always learn and grow on. I’m in the works as they say.
It all feels really outlandish when you experience it, and then in hindsight, eventually I makes perfect sense one day. Usually. And it’s all so simple.
It doesn’t really matter what I do, and I don’t know what my prerogatives are. But I can, in the moment document exactly where I am at and exactly how I am experiencing things and living my life.
And it could be an intrinsic or valuable experience to some to read or it could mean absolutely nothing to you, it could even piss you off, you know.
That’s kind of why I took a reprieve. I already had enough negativity coming from my own life and my own mind, I really didn’t need a double dose of it. Someone told me to go where I would be appreciated or valued or whatever you know, and that’s important.
Not necessarily a hug-box community though don’t be mistaken. I have been pursing my own recovery every day now for a very long time. And… recovery is not, a hug-box, like you see in fight club for example.
It’s so much more than that. But you have to give it serious time, serious thought, and serious work.
Even though I say, I’ve been doing it for a long time now, I still feel as though my own personal growth or recovery has only just started. I’ve come a really long way though and… I am seeking to continue.
At first, I did it because I had no other options. Is how I saw it. But now I am doing it because it actually helps and is producing marked results, significant change. Reformation. That I can feel, and notice.