Things Are Getting Dark & Twisty

I’ve gone to the dark place. I don’t exactly know how I got here, or why I’m here…but here I am. It’s a funny thing to try to explain; being in the dark place. One minute I feel just fine, but then it’s almost like in an instant I am sucked back into the darkest crevices of my mind. Simple tasks become so challenging, conversations become meaningless, my hobbies are tossed to the side, and sleep feels like a warm blanket that I just want to lay in forever.

This is what my depression feels like to me. Trying to explain to people exactly what is going on, feels as complicated as me trying to explain quantum physics (which I have no knowledge of). In fact it’s almost physically exhausting trying to figure out what the hell is going on in my head. Whenever someone asks “what’s wrong” and I respond with “I don’t know,” it’s not that I am being difficult or I don’t want to talk about it; I just really have no idea why I am in that mood.

I have some amazing friends who can easily spot the signs when I am in the dark place. What I need them to understand is I don’t always want to talk about it. It can be as simple as me just wanting to cry for hours; and I will, out of nowhere it seems. Often times when I say I just want to be alone, what I really want is to be around other people. But I won’t tell them that, it seems stupid and I don’t know why I don’t tell them. Sometimes I just simply need a hug, or just an “I am here for you.” It takes me time to open up and I honestly hate doing it because I feel like I am bothering them with my issues. To me I feel like I sound like I am just crying for attention, or that I am wasting their time by talking about it. I know I’m probably not and that they really want to help, but the dark place tells me otherwise.

I know I’ll get over it soon. It seems to be a trend around May when I start to reach the peak of what my depression has to offer, and then I slowly go back to being normal. I normally don’t spot the signs until I am already deep into it. It’s something that I live with every day and I can’t just “get over it,” and it has taken me years to get to this point where I can finally accept it for what it is and just try to live my life as best I can. So for now I will be in the dark place.

Thank you for understanding.

Do You Even Yoga Bro?

A few months ago, I discovered that my anxiety and depression had really hit its peak, and I felt as if I was running out of options on how to cope with it. I have high functioning anxiety and bi polar depression disorder. I’m not ashamed to admit that. I know it’s not my fault and its just something that I have lived with since I was a teenager. But recently, due to added stress in my personal and work life, it got to be this terrible monster that kept attacking me every day. I wasn’t really sure what to do or how to ease it, and after doing some research, I had found a little solution. Yoga.

In the past I had done yoga or meditation sporadically. I did it a lot more when I was pregnant because I had been going through a lot of emotions (and the added hormones didn’t help) that made me very angry and just downright sad at times. The yoga would help me calm down and just clear my head of all the negativity I had floating in my head. The focus on just your breathing and soothing music really helped relax me. I did it not just for myself, but for the little bean I had growing in my belly. I didn’t want all my negative energy to be passed to him, and I didn’t want him to be born stressed out.

Now, I am in no means a yoga expert and probably have no idea what I am talking about to be honest. I just wanted to express how much it has helped me when I am feeling anxious or “feeling down”. It might have different results for others, but this is just based off my experience. Try it out. It doesn’t have to just be if you feel anxious or stressed. It is a great exercise and can be done after your daily work out.

 

Namaste.

One year later

A little over a year ago, I wanted to test the blogging waters and decided to start my own site. I had all these ideas and good intentions of wanting to put something out every single day. I wanted to go out and try new things, visit new places, and come back and write it all out for you all to read. It was a good idea at the time, but then things started going south and the blog never flourished like I had intended it to.
As much as I wanted to go out and do all these wonderful new things, realistically I did not have the time or the money to be doing that. Being a single mother, I knew I had to put everything else before my little dream. And I am not necessarily just talking about my son; I’m talking about my bills and my responsibility to find someone to watch him while I went off and did these things. It just wasn’t playing out the way I had intended for it to.

It got down to me just being completely overwhelmed with everything. I was so stressed out and depressed, and I didn’t want to tell anyone. It was kind of ironic; because I am always the one reaching out to make sure everyone else is doing fine. But when it came to caring for myself, and trying to seek help, I was silent. Everyone has always told me how amazing it was that I was living on my own and supporting myself and my son. I felt like I had some sort of silly reputation to uphold or something; like I had to prove that I was capable of taking care of myself and my son. All of that lead to me just being so anxious, stressed out, and always in a bad mood.

I didn’t like the person I was becoming. I avoided being home and kept trying to do all these different projects outside of my full time job (crafting, photography, blogging, youtube) to keep me distracted from all the more important responsibilities I had. It wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but if I’m going to be honest, I have been doing it all my life. I distract myself with something to try and forget about the reality that I have waiting for me. I’ve always put things off or thought if I didn’t address them, they would just simply go away. It’s not the most adult thing to do, but it’s who I am as a person.

But I am in a much better place now, mentally and emotionally. I finally reached my peak of what I could handle and asked for help. It’s not easy for me to ask for help, or to admit when I am wrong. I blame my astrological sign (Taurus) because I am the most stubborn person and fall perfectly into the personality of my sign. I am going to try to be more active on the blog and also will try to post more youtube content since people seem to be enjoying my videos.

So here’s to 2017 (4 months late, I know). Thank you all for your patience, and for taking the time to read my little essay.