Re: Depression experience
Vouching for this. Just finished writing the last pages of a journal I started May 2014. On to the next one! Rereading the journal is a fruitful experience--helps me make new connections on old conflicts.
I tend to write more when I am in a general depressive episode [referring to common side-effects of depression, mostly inactivity or misused time; and it makes sense, considering the state of my psyche this summer, that I had been able to conclude that journal]. For a while now, I've been piecing together evidence of attention problems that I have. Forgetting important dates, forgetting to set alarms, forgetting to eat, accidentally leaving behind important things [wallet, keys, school assignments, etc.; I really really wish I could hold on to a Nalgene for more than 4 months]. Sometimes it feels like my brain is often playing tricks on me in a way that is far too subtle and mundane for me to notice. It dilutes the strength of my work ethic. Looking back on the past 12 or so years of my life, evaluating my behavioral patterns, I can pretty much say that when my attention issues get the better of me, that's when I fall into a depressive state.
I attribute a lot of my mannerisms to the INTP personality type, even if the MBTI were total bullshit. 95% of the time I am having a very internal experience. In my mind I visualize life ahead as a thousand different paths. In well-being, it's really exciting and provides me the judgement and determination I need to take the most natural path. In a depressive state, it feels overwhelming, and I just hover in one place.
I think I hit a relative apex of absent-mindedness in the past months. I moved to a different state with a friend of mine about a year ago--and in May, I was pulled over by a cop and given a citation for driving with an invalid [out of state] license [because I was naive and honest about how long it had been since I moved--far longer than the requirement to update license and address]. I had until the very end of July to get that all updated before I attended court. Pleading responsible would lead to revocation of my license for a year. Kept putting it off all summer. Even did a dangerous thing, where, camping 2 hours from home, campsite wet and a mind that had freshly come down from a strong acid trip, I wanted to be back home by the end of the night. In that state, I was acutely struggling to convey thoughts into words, and the chaotic array of our campsite and equipment was making me extremely anxious. I was only able to say "We should go." My friend could clearly see me acting anxiously, and he was way more receptive and on board than I could fight with my words. No, it's NOT safe to drive in that state. I knew it even as it started happening, and it scared me the whole 2 hours back, which in fact we made it through safely. No accidents, no run-in with the cops. It takes me even weeks after that to finally update my license, one week before the court date. Nothing done yet to update my license plates. [yikes, should i even share that? lol]
(The whole thing was dismissed by the D.A. who was confused that the citation was even written given that I'm an out-of-state college student. Which I did not actually know was an exempting condition until that week before. Don't ask me how. o_O)
As far as self-treatment: I've learned to be very, very patient with myself and recognize patterns. Maybe there's a correlation somehow to FFR--I've been skillboosting as hell. Journaling is very good therapy for me, though it has certainly taken me time to find a writing style that I feel comfortable doing in any state of mind. For attention issues: My roommate is prescribed methylphenidate, but has more than he needs. He recognizes that I have a genuine problem with my scatterbrainedness (he thinks it's possible I have low-spectrum aspergers, but I'm not sure what to make of that), and so he allows me access to his medicine. I take up the offer maybe every other week, for 1 or 2 days. For critical moments where I just need to rely on a focused headspace.
past few days though have been really strange and great. Felt more confidence and peace, especially while at work.
[EDIT: oh yeh, time to go to bed, gotta be back at work in 5 hours for a shift I picked up and forgot about lolol]
Vouching for this. Just finished writing the last pages of a journal I started May 2014. On to the next one! Rereading the journal is a fruitful experience--helps me make new connections on old conflicts.
I tend to write more when I am in a general depressive episode [referring to common side-effects of depression, mostly inactivity or misused time; and it makes sense, considering the state of my psyche this summer, that I had been able to conclude that journal]. For a while now, I've been piecing together evidence of attention problems that I have. Forgetting important dates, forgetting to set alarms, forgetting to eat, accidentally leaving behind important things [wallet, keys, school assignments, etc.; I really really wish I could hold on to a Nalgene for more than 4 months]. Sometimes it feels like my brain is often playing tricks on me in a way that is far too subtle and mundane for me to notice. It dilutes the strength of my work ethic. Looking back on the past 12 or so years of my life, evaluating my behavioral patterns, I can pretty much say that when my attention issues get the better of me, that's when I fall into a depressive state.
I attribute a lot of my mannerisms to the INTP personality type, even if the MBTI were total bullshit. 95% of the time I am having a very internal experience. In my mind I visualize life ahead as a thousand different paths. In well-being, it's really exciting and provides me the judgement and determination I need to take the most natural path. In a depressive state, it feels overwhelming, and I just hover in one place.
I think I hit a relative apex of absent-mindedness in the past months. I moved to a different state with a friend of mine about a year ago--and in May, I was pulled over by a cop and given a citation for driving with an invalid [out of state] license [because I was naive and honest about how long it had been since I moved--far longer than the requirement to update license and address]. I had until the very end of July to get that all updated before I attended court. Pleading responsible would lead to revocation of my license for a year. Kept putting it off all summer. Even did a dangerous thing, where, camping 2 hours from home, campsite wet and a mind that had freshly come down from a strong acid trip, I wanted to be back home by the end of the night. In that state, I was acutely struggling to convey thoughts into words, and the chaotic array of our campsite and equipment was making me extremely anxious. I was only able to say "We should go." My friend could clearly see me acting anxiously, and he was way more receptive and on board than I could fight with my words. No, it's NOT safe to drive in that state. I knew it even as it started happening, and it scared me the whole 2 hours back, which in fact we made it through safely. No accidents, no run-in with the cops. It takes me even weeks after that to finally update my license, one week before the court date. Nothing done yet to update my license plates. [yikes, should i even share that? lol]
(The whole thing was dismissed by the D.A. who was confused that the citation was even written given that I'm an out-of-state college student. Which I did not actually know was an exempting condition until that week before. Don't ask me how. o_O)
As far as self-treatment: I've learned to be very, very patient with myself and recognize patterns. Maybe there's a correlation somehow to FFR--I've been skillboosting as hell. Journaling is very good therapy for me, though it has certainly taken me time to find a writing style that I feel comfortable doing in any state of mind. For attention issues: My roommate is prescribed methylphenidate, but has more than he needs. He recognizes that I have a genuine problem with my scatterbrainedness (he thinks it's possible I have low-spectrum aspergers, but I'm not sure what to make of that), and so he allows me access to his medicine. I take up the offer maybe every other week, for 1 or 2 days. For critical moments where I just need to rely on a focused headspace.
past few days though have been really strange and great. Felt more confidence and peace, especially while at work.
[EDIT: oh yeh, time to go to bed, gotta be back at work in 5 hours for a shift I picked up and forgot about lolol]
















- Tosh 2014




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