First things first, I would like to apologise for the past few posts. I don't want to remove them- they are very good reflections of the space I was in when I wrote them, and ultimately they may have been a force for good.
Today has been a good day. Yesterday too. Really good days. Reason for this is probably quite simple. I finally went to the doctor's on Thursday, after a hell of a week, and, perhaps unsurprisingly, my serotonin levels are much lower than they should be. In layman's terms- I'm depressed. Hurrah.
But really, this was actually an incredibly positive experience for me. Understanding the biological reasons behind why I've been feeling the way I do made the situation much, much more manageable, and made it a lot less scary than a simple 'you're depressed, here's a counsellor' verdict would.
I'm not on any medication just yet. From the looks of things, I simply don't produce enough serotonin- certainly not as much as I used to- but I do have enough to keep me just about afloat, and my levels fluctuate from day to day; apparently there's a very good chance that I'll spend the rest of my life as a walking, talking pathetic fallacy, and cry when it rains. We haven't ruled out 'happy pills' completely - it's quite possible that especially during the winter months I might need something to boost my levels, and I'm quite all right with that. But for the moment the doctor is attempting to remove stressors and let counselling do its thing.
It's a very weird situation. It's very likely that low serotonin levels will be a fixed part of my brain chemistry for the rest of my life, and yet I'm busy talking about 'working to get better.' I don't think that I will be depressed for the rest of my life. I think generally I'm able to work with it. But 'getting better' seems a little odd. I guess I'm just working to get used to it.
I'm currently busy filling out mitigation forms trying to explain what's been going on for the past month or so. Not as much fun as you might think. But I think for now, things are going to be all right.
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Sunday, 18 March 2012
Rationalising unhappiness
The worst thing you can do when you're depressed is to isolate yourself, and yet trying to ask for help is one of the hardest things you can do.
I don't think that I am actually depressed, but I know that I am broken, somehow, somewhere, and that's just as bad. I don't know what's wrong. I don't understand how I've ended up here. And this makes it worse.
Talking to someone else, asking them for help - even just for a shoulder to cry on - means opening yourself up completely to them, rendering yourself entirely vulnerable. That's hard. It's really, really hard. It feels like emptying a huge skip of emotional garbage onto their unwittingly friendly heads. I would never, ever want to do that. I never want to feel emotionally reliant on someone else, not one of my friends. It would feel so presumptuous. And so any attempt to ask someone I know for help could only lead to my attempting to play down the whole thing, to laugh at myself, reject any offers of help they might make, and carry on as before. It doesn't work.
Asking someone I don't know? That means admitting that I have a very real problem. I don't have the time for counselling. I don't have the courage to look at the entirely illogical nature of my unhappiness, and I'm definitely not brave enough to admit that this is all my fault.
I am not an unhappy person. I am not depressive. I am ridiculous and foolish and a serial procrastinator, but I learned long ago to be nice to myself. Which means that the only problem that I have is that I think I have a problem.
I read somewhere that unhappiness is circular and cruel, and I think maybe it's true. I don't have a serious problem- that would be taking too much away from the real severity of full-blown depression. But I need to admit to myself that I need to tell someone.
Not the internet, though. The internet doesn't count. Too big, too faceless, too hyperactive. To whinge on the internet is to whinge to yourself. Which is why I'm using this blog post as a first step.
And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I don't think that I am actually depressed, but I know that I am broken, somehow, somewhere, and that's just as bad. I don't know what's wrong. I don't understand how I've ended up here. And this makes it worse.
Talking to someone else, asking them for help - even just for a shoulder to cry on - means opening yourself up completely to them, rendering yourself entirely vulnerable. That's hard. It's really, really hard. It feels like emptying a huge skip of emotional garbage onto their unwittingly friendly heads. I would never, ever want to do that. I never want to feel emotionally reliant on someone else, not one of my friends. It would feel so presumptuous. And so any attempt to ask someone I know for help could only lead to my attempting to play down the whole thing, to laugh at myself, reject any offers of help they might make, and carry on as before. It doesn't work.
Asking someone I don't know? That means admitting that I have a very real problem. I don't have the time for counselling. I don't have the courage to look at the entirely illogical nature of my unhappiness, and I'm definitely not brave enough to admit that this is all my fault.
I am not an unhappy person. I am not depressive. I am ridiculous and foolish and a serial procrastinator, but I learned long ago to be nice to myself. Which means that the only problem that I have is that I think I have a problem.
I read somewhere that unhappiness is circular and cruel, and I think maybe it's true. I don't have a serious problem- that would be taking too much away from the real severity of full-blown depression. But I need to admit to myself that I need to tell someone.
Not the internet, though. The internet doesn't count. Too big, too faceless, too hyperactive. To whinge on the internet is to whinge to yourself. Which is why I'm using this blog post as a first step.
And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
This is not the right year to fall to pieces.
Oh, life. I assumed that with all things you got easier with practice. I seemed to have had you sussed in 2nd year. Maybe America simply broke things.
This is a poor-me rant. I don't know why. I guess because ranting about procrastination is slightly more productive than trawling the internet before panicking and running back to do work.
I have been trying to figure out why I have been less productive this year, and mostly I've settled on the fact that, with the on-campus construction causing so much disruption, there is simply no study space on campus. Everywhere is crowded. Everywhere. Even hallways. And really, I'd prefer to work in the Law Library, where I actually have access to the texts I need. I find it really hard to work at home.
The problem is that the truth of the matter (I feel) is less to do with lack of study space and more to do with my being apathetic. This term I've barely gone to lectures, I've pushed my deadlines right up to the wire (example- tonight)- I've been, well, that student. And I have no desire at all to be that student. Somewhere in my head I assume I'm still Miss Never-Misses-A-Lecture Does-All-The-Seminar-Reading. But I'm not. And I hate that. And I don't know what caused it. I don't know whether it was the lack of space in the libraries, unwillingness to adapt to change ... I wonder sometimes if it's simply not having a live-in boyfriend to keep me on my toes.
All I do know is that I've been trapped in this endless cycle for over 2 months now where I hate myself for having such a complete lack of motivation and then don't do anything about it. Where I cry over not having self-control but don't try to develop it. I gave up chocolate for Lent. That's the most I've done by way of self-discipline.
My dissertation should be typed. My essay should be planned. I should not be freaking out about workshops at the last minute. I have the time to learn. I just don't know why I'm using it.
I guess this is a plea for help, though I don't know what good it can do. It's 4th year. I should be OK to deal with life by now. I should have finally got it all worked out. What can other people do, when the problem is entirely in my head?
This is a poor-me rant. I don't know why. I guess because ranting about procrastination is slightly more productive than trawling the internet before panicking and running back to do work.
I have been trying to figure out why I have been less productive this year, and mostly I've settled on the fact that, with the on-campus construction causing so much disruption, there is simply no study space on campus. Everywhere is crowded. Everywhere. Even hallways. And really, I'd prefer to work in the Law Library, where I actually have access to the texts I need. I find it really hard to work at home.
The problem is that the truth of the matter (I feel) is less to do with lack of study space and more to do with my being apathetic. This term I've barely gone to lectures, I've pushed my deadlines right up to the wire (example- tonight)- I've been, well, that student. And I have no desire at all to be that student. Somewhere in my head I assume I'm still Miss Never-Misses-A-Lecture Does-All-The-Seminar-Reading. But I'm not. And I hate that. And I don't know what caused it. I don't know whether it was the lack of space in the libraries, unwillingness to adapt to change ... I wonder sometimes if it's simply not having a live-in boyfriend to keep me on my toes.
All I do know is that I've been trapped in this endless cycle for over 2 months now where I hate myself for having such a complete lack of motivation and then don't do anything about it. Where I cry over not having self-control but don't try to develop it. I gave up chocolate for Lent. That's the most I've done by way of self-discipline.
My dissertation should be typed. My essay should be planned. I should not be freaking out about workshops at the last minute. I have the time to learn. I just don't know why I'm using it.
I guess this is a plea for help, though I don't know what good it can do. It's 4th year. I should be OK to deal with life by now. I should have finally got it all worked out. What can other people do, when the problem is entirely in my head?
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