Cutting Corners Doesn’t Work

Not only did I cave with smoking cigarettes to the point I was on the verge of buying two packs a week, but my drinking had increased significantly, too. It’s annoying as hell because I know for a fact that a cigarette and a drink are just a quick fix to bigger issues and there are healthier ways to manage stress/depression/anxiety, so why do I continue to go back to the things that only hurt me in the long run?

I could dive in to the innumerable amount of information around the web, or in the books, and post a research paper on why, but I am going to keep this blunt: I am either too lazy or too mentally weak to continue in the effort to push through to do things in a healthier manner.

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It gets to a point where I am sick and tired of all the work and I want my results when I want them with no more waiting. Truth of the matter is things don’t work that way. I know that from my own experiences and witnessing it happen with other people that I know.

I cannot continue to make these shameful excuses to help me sleep at night while I’m cutting corners. That being said, I haven’t had a cigarette in almost 48 hours, same with booze. I’m not perfect but as long as I make the effort I should be fine.

If you want something done correctly it takes time to do it right. It doesn’t matter if you’re building a house, becoming a doctor, working on your mental health, trying to lose weight or build muscle; things take time if you want it done correctly.

I need to learn more patience because all this haste is setting me back. Starting all over again, time after time, is worse than making gradual improvements, but that’s just me and those are my thoughts.

 

Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

I’m still going at it with this depression nonsense. I stopped taking my pills for a few weeks because they made me gain 20+ lbs in 6+ months. The pills are so strong and if I don’t eat enough (enough meaning a whole-fucking-lot) I feel sick to the point of throwing up (I threw up twice this weekend due to not eating “enough”). Being without my meds altered my mood drastically. My boyfriend convinced me to try taking half a pill, that way I can have something rather than nothing. I thought I would be fine for a while without them, but it didn’t take long for me to feel all the anxiety and dark clouds rushing back.

I’ve been back on the meds for a few days and even though I need to up my food intake (there goes my jeans), my mood has also improved again (which is a total plus), but I don’t want this making me gain more weight.

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People ask me, “Why don’t you just change your medication?” or they say, “You should change up medications to see what works for you.” The thing is I’ve done that before. Not only do I hate feeling like a fucking guinea pig, but last time I changed up medications to “see what works for me” I ended up with worse depression and it gave me a new symptom (paranoia; that was fun) that only made my thoughts darker than I thought possible.

Meds are no fucking joke.

They are scary to me.

The options I can see are: I keep taking the meds that really help me feel better emotionally and mentally, go to the gym and try maintaining the weight as this point, since losing it will be difficult as hell, or switch up medication and run the risk of having it fuck me up mentally and emotionally like it did before. The way I look at it is I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.

It’s just fucking frustrating, I feel so stuck. Why can’t things ever be simple?

Rolling with it


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I’ve written about three or four different drafts, but I can’t seem to figure out what I really want to say. I sit around and stare at the screen, or a piece of paper, for hours, hoping my words will come to me as they once did, but I found myself bottling everything up again.

The problem is I have no idea where to even begin. I know there are people out there who would/will say to start anywhere or with any topic, I’ve been one of those people, but it’s not as easy as it sounds right now. I just have so much going on and I can’t hit the pause button. I want to go back to a few months ago and say what I need to say, do what I need to do, but it’s too late.

 And now I’m rambling. Awesome.

Guess I’ll roll with it until I hit a wall.

If I’m being honest with myself in this moment in time, I’m feeling pretty lost. My love for writing hit the back burner, I want to read books to distract myself, but I don’t know what I want to read. I want to talk, yet I don’t want to share my feelings. I’m finding myself hating everyone, again.

I’m a hot mess with depression and my insomnia is back.

Is it too much to ask to not feel so engulfed with depression and uncertainty?

It looks like I’m done for now.

On Full Display

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I have no bed sheets on my mattress. Clean and dirty clothes are scattered throughout my bedroom. It feels like I haven’t slept in days. After ten minutes of cleaning, I had to stop. The mental exhaustion was setting in. It was 9:50AM when I finished the three fingers of pinot Grigio. Not even a cigarette helped to soothe me. Even the thought of taking a shower makes my body ache. The numbness is becoming all consuming. I feel like a scared, lonely child, sinking deeper into the darkness. All I want to do a sleep, but that’s only a quick fix. Now I just want to leave my house and disappear with nothing but the tank top on my back. This is my depression talking, it’s on full display. It thrives in turning me into this weak, little bitch, wallowing in random sorrow. I’ll fight it again, but for now I’ll take the L. I need to sleep. Even if it’s for an hour. I need some kind of relief.

When it wants

The blue skies abruptly changed to a sorrowful gray, mirroring the darkness that’s consuming me in this moment*. I’m fighting back the hot tears that are determined to escape me; I don’t want to show weakness in front of strangers on this train. Bad enough I can’t stand when eyes are on me at any time, if I start the waterworks there will definitely be some concerned glances or people who just want to pry to see what’s making me upset.

It’s frustrating because I shouldn’t be feeling this way. Life isn’t perfect and can be problematic at times,

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but it isn’t as awful as it could be. There have been incidents in my life that have been awful and I’m not experiencing those things now. That is something I should be thankful for, always. In my logical thoughts I know it’s only the stress and the depression that’s making things appear to be darker in my world, it’s just so hard to ignore such a dark cloud hovering above that doesn’t seem to be passing by anytime soon.

I’m not sure what else to say in this post. All I want to put out there are these feelings that come and go. I have my good days/weeks and my bad. My depression comes and goes whenever it wants. I truthfully don’t see a permanent fix, but there are ways to manage it. I just wish I could better manage it when it hits me out of no where. Depression is serious and unpredictable. It doesn’t matter where you are, what you’re doing or who you’re with. It creeps up when it wants.

* This happened at the end of the week last week. I’m just now finding the time to post it.