Mental Block

 My previous post was a heavy one.  I miss my past self. She was innocent and kind. Not saying that my present self is not. It's just that I have become an "adult" and those things seem a bit removed from my present self. However, I've been assured that I still bare them. Anyway. I am struggling to move forward. I am honestly betting on my moving and my future self to do things I presently cannot do. I feel like I am locked in a certain mindset and I cannot find a way out. I hope that throwing myself into the deep end will light a fire in my soul to be more than who I currently am. I want to create things. I want to add to the world. I want to make my dreams come true as I have learned I can. I want to find opportunities and make opportunities. I want to redefine my life and my identity. I have so much of the world in me. I want to explore it all. I want to give myself all the love I have given to others which I had not spent on myself.  I want to rekindle the bubble ...

These days I have had a lot of thoughts swirling in my mind. I've been longing to articulate them, but the will to start typing constantly left my body. I miss writing. I miss the catharsis that came with it. I miss how easy it was to say what I was feeling.  Nowadays, understanding myself has become a challenge. There are some days when I want to let it all go. Live in present, explore mindfulness. And some days I do. Other days I sleep. Lately, love has been on my mind. Being in love. Exploring love. Remembering love. There is a past love that seems to be the hardest to heal. For some reason, every so often I remember it. I don't regret ending the relationship, I just miss the joy the relationship brought me. Being with my best friend. Growing and learning together. I miss the deep, true and honest love that came with it. I am glad that was my first love. As I head into my mid-adulthood, I find that I cannot accept anything less than what my first love had offered me. I am gl...

 It is about time I talk about my mental health journey. Over the years I have always thought that I was quirky but normal. I thought that I just had "an abstract way of thinking and processing". I understood people but people did not understand me. Eventually, I started dating this person. He understood the mind, more than most, and he started explaining myself... to me.  I learned that I had anxiety disorders. I began to be able to assign words to depressive symptoms. I finally had the vocabulary to understand my heart, mind and struggles better. My mind was definitely not "normal".  It explained why I could see the patterns when others couldn't, it explained why I made many mistakes but expressed wisdom. It explained why my thinking was abstract and why I lived outside myself. I was in survival mode. My mind and body did what they did to cope. I redefined myself as anxious but high functioning. Because I learned ways to "cope" and seem normal while ...

The International Association of the Study of Pain newly defines pain as “an unpleasant sensory and emotional experience associated with, or resembling that associated with, actual or potential tissue damage.” Additionally, pain is always a personal experience that is influenced to varying degrees by biological, psychological, and social factors. Pain and nociception are different phenomena. Pain cannot be inferred solely from activity in sensory neurons. Through their life experiences, individuals learn the concept of pain. A person’s report of an experience as pain should be respected. Although pain usually serves an adaptive role, it may have adverse effects on function and social and psychological well-being. Verbal description is only one of several behaviors to express pain; inability to communicate does not negate the possibility that a human or a nonhuman animal experiences pain.   [IASP and the IASP Task Force, 2020]   Pain is a terrifying thing. We human being...

Last week, I had a week off from work. As you may have noticed by now, I have been in quite the depressive and anxious state for a while now. So with this time I would have off, I thought long and hard about what I would do with it.   I knew I did not want to spend it in ‘otaku’ hermit-mode. And I knew that I wanted to spend it outside my usual routine. I thought about going somewhere, like a mini vacation. I thought I should spend it in nature. Anything outside my usual space was an option. But as the universe would have it, I spent it with people. People I haven’t seen in almost two years, even though we live in the same city. It was surprising to myself that I chose people to spend my time on. Nonetheless, I did it. It started with a terrace lounge and a DJ I thought was cute. It’s been a while since I had a crush on someone and this was probably to dopamine distraction that I needed. I decided to ride the dopamine wave. I took the momentum I got from that wave and ...

Let’s talk about body image.   For as long as I can remember, I, like many women out there, have struggled with body image issues. Over the years, I’ve been learning to accept myself in all its parts. However, in moments like where I am now, I feel complete rejection for the way my body looks. Momements like these, come and go throughtout my life. But right now, this moment that I am in started two years ago when I met someone who was facing his own body image issues.   I wish I could have opened up more to this person about my own issues, but when we people look at me, they tend to not believe that I could have such issues or they don’t take it as seriously as I feel them. I portray myself as confident, but I don’t necessarily feel confident. Or cute or sexy or whatever adjective people use to describe the way I look or perceive me as. Except for pretty. I think I do have a pretty face.   Anyway, while talking to this person, he would often talk about his b...

 It's in the little things. This thought has been swirling in my mind for the past week. Since my last post, I've been paying attention to the things I do when my mind betrays me. Whether that be in ruminating thoughts or anxiety or even when depression comes).  While reflecting on this, I was reminded of the little things.  People always talk about the little things concerning relationships. It's the small shared moments that make up the sweet retrospective memories. Or it's the little things that each partner does to support the other person. Or it's the friend sending a meme when their friend is having a bad day. But the little things can also be applied to you. The things you can do when your mind is incapacitating your body. This post is to show appreciation and pride in the little things I do that helps me. The little delights that I do for myself. The heartwarming things others have done to/for me in the past that I apply to me now. Let's start with my fa...

 I want to cry.  Everything makes me cry these days. It is as if my heart has a bleeding wound. Constant oozing of something...emotion? Pain? Anger? Sadness? Regret?  I have been struggling with social situations lately. Actually, I think it's since last year when too much loss occurred in my life.  See the problem isn't with me interacting with people or being in group type social environments. And I don't think it's because of the pandemic either. As I am a teacher and teaching is a fairly social job especially when you have to go to work during a pandemic.  Anyway, back to point. I've noticed that group environments are too distracting for me. I can have fun, but I find it hard to make authentic connections. I never used to socialise just for fun. There was always a purpose. When I'm with my friends, it's usually fine. The purpose then is to connect and spend time with them. But when there are people I don't know. I begin the journey to get to know ev...

D ear Minecraft, You have been a joy to have in my life.   Yesterday, I quote-tweeted a tweet listing 5 games that made me the gamer I am today. You were not on my list, since I only recently started playing you, but you were on many other peoples’ lists. It was really nice to track back the thread to see peoples’ defining games.   See, I remember when you were released. I was in high school and some of my friends gave you a try. At that point in my life I was really into Portal 2 and Torchlight 2. Previously, I used to play shooter and action games on console and in arcades; and I used to play puzzle games, NFS and The Sims on PC. The only mobile games I used to play were card games, like Solitaire, Free Cell, Pyramid, etc. on my phone. I barely knew you and I wasn’t too interested in you.   Your graphics was blocky and pixel-filled. You colour gradient didn’t sit right with my soul and your avatars weren’t as customisable. I gave you a look-see on my friend’s computer, ...

Frustration has filled my heart and mind again. I have been exhausting myself looking at my external world and comparing myself to others. Questioning myself. Questioning if I am authentic or if I have narcissistic behaviours or if I am disliked or if there is purpose in my social exclusion or if I am simply just broken and people see through my façade and choose not to associate with me.   I am tired of my brain and how it makes my body and mind feel. My reality has become so clouded. I constantly feel like I am fighting to believe the truth of my reality than what my brain has decided what reality is.   Since my last post, I decided to have a look at some of those drafted posts from previous versions of my blogs. In one post, I read my thoughts and feelings about sitting against the wall of my bedroom contemplating my social standing amongst my friends and how I deserved to mentally beat myself up over something trivial like not spending time around people. That wa...

Lately, I have been caught in a thought cycle, a loop of sorts. By lately, I mean since roughly 2017. Sometimes I forget about the cycle and everything seems normal. Then there days, weeks, months where the cycle eats at my brain. When that happens, I am reminded of the title of this blog: "Mental Block". That is what the cycle feels like: a mental block.   It feels like I'm on the edge of making an important self-discovery or a breakthrough I've been needing or an epiphany. But the breakthrough doesn't happen. An epiphany never occurs. And the cycle is forgotten. Until it happens again. Then I'm left with the awaiting emptiness of an important self-discovery that never occurs. Now, back to the title of this blog. What you may not know, if you're a recent visitor to my blog, is that this blog has gone through many iterations. When I first started this blog, I was 15 turning 16 years old. It was the place where I wrote about my day, my week, what wa...

Yesterday, I had a long phone call with my cousin. She is my mothers sisters daughter. We spoke about many things. We caught up with each other. We vented. We laughed. I spoke to her sons...They're all grown up now. I used to babysit them, just like she used to babysit me. My cousin is almost 20 years my senior and she knew a lot more about our family than I could have ever known. During our conversation, I asked her some questions about my family that my mother could not fully explain to me growing up. Growing up, my mother never really spoke about her parents or what it was like growing up in a poor household. She told me stories about how she failed grade 1 because of family circumstances. She told me how small the house was that she grew up in. She told about the, sometimes, more than 10 people she had to cook for when she only 10 or 13 years old. She told about her becoming a door-to-door sales lady when she was a teenager. She told me about when she was probably 5 or 6 years ...

I don't feel inspired to write. I do, however, have many thoughts. It's also high time I update this blog.  Last year was a bit of a rough one.  I reached a different, unexplored and unexpected low in my mental health. It was hard. I lost loved ones and could not be with my family. I lost friendships and close people moved away.  The battle to not feel alone, when alone was what I was , was an uphill battle that never ceased. It was hard. I felt hurt. I felt afraid.  Afraid of the feelings I was feeling. Afraid of the change. Afraid of the pandemic. Afraid of work. Afraid to be alone. Afraid that my life was going to remain one where I would constantly say farewell and goodbye to people. So afraid of myself. Afraid of my mind. Afraid. Scared.    I began to emotionally disassociate to cope. I felt so drained and tired. Exhaustion became a frequent visitor. It was hard. I stopped feeling for a while because I needed to.  I pulled myself out of my head an...

Last year, I saw the science behind making fire into different colours. There were multiple beakers and in each beaker, there was the standard flammable alcohol. The student and teacher began adding a reactant substance or chemical to each beaker. Lit the chemicals. And then the fires began to burn. In one beaker the flame was purple. In another it was orange. In another it was green. Each little beaker burning a different colour of fire. Today, I was thinking about what I've been experiencing in my dating experiences in the past year and a half. I realised that whenever I spoke about the people I have dated I tend to focus on how I was feeling and reacting in those experiences. I began thinking about what I want for future dating experiences. Aside from what I desire from a relationship and growing as a person, I want someone to bring out the best in me. This is when the fire experiment popped into my head. I began to ponder and realised that I am the flammab...

Growing up I was at loss of what to become in the future. What career to pursue. What skills I should hone to set me on that career path. And most of all, what job should I do for the rest of my life.   When I was 5 years old, I wanted to be like my mom: a nurse. When I was 7 years old, I wanted to be a teacher like my dad. For a brief period when I was 9 years old, I wanted to become an archaeologist. Shortly after, I changed my mind and from 9 to 11 years old I wanted to become an "Earth Scientist" ( not that I knew what that meant at the time). But I was not a favourite of my science and math teachers, so I felt like I was not smart enough compared to their favourites. So I gave up. Eventually when I got highschool, I decided that economic safety is best and I should rather become a charted accountant.   This is where things changed. I felt inadequate constantly. I was put in classes where the majority of the students always averaged way...