One day, my roommate came home and excitedly told us of personal revelation she'd received. What she discovered that day has turned out to be something I think about a lot.
She was thinking about how there is so much pressure in this life to be happy. So when there are any moments of sadness, disappointment, or regret, we feel like we have failed. If we aren't happy, we're wrong. Suddenly, she realized that it's ok to be sad. It's ok when if we aren't perfectly happy all the time. It's ok to have a range of emotions. It's ok. Life happens.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Sunday, June 8, 2014
REMEMBERING
Sometimes, I look back on my mission, and wonder why I thought it was so hard. This blog is filled with examples of when I had hard times, but I was able to pull through. I'm doing just fine with OCD and anxiety and depression now, why was it so hard on my mission?
And then......
I remember..
I don't know if relapse is the right word. But the last few weeks have been particularly difficult. I made a personal decision to go off of my medication. My doctor said I wouldn't know how it really feels until I'd been off for about a month.
Let me tell you, It's been 5 weeks, and I know how it really feels.
It's hard. OCD is hard. And these last few weeks have been hard.
I don't know what else I should say.
Since this blog is meant to help those that may be experiencing mental illness, I thought it was important to share all aspects of the experience. It's not all self discovery, and patience, and hope. There's a lot of despair, and pain, and hell, as well.
I guess I'm here to say, like a little kid once said,
"Hope ya know, I had a hard time."
And then......
I remember..
I don't know if relapse is the right word. But the last few weeks have been particularly difficult. I made a personal decision to go off of my medication. My doctor said I wouldn't know how it really feels until I'd been off for about a month.
Let me tell you, It's been 5 weeks, and I know how it really feels.
It's hard. OCD is hard. And these last few weeks have been hard.
I don't know what else I should say.
Since this blog is meant to help those that may be experiencing mental illness, I thought it was important to share all aspects of the experience. It's not all self discovery, and patience, and hope. There's a lot of despair, and pain, and hell, as well.
I guess I'm here to say, like a little kid once said,
"Hope ya know, I had a hard time."
Monday, June 2, 2014
FUTBOL
Right behind my apartment complex is the soccer team's practice field. Every morning, on my way to work, I witness the end bit of the men's soccer team practice time.
The other day, as they were scrimmaging, the forward got passed the goalie and kicked the ball right into the net, but he wasn't fast enough. A defender raced to the net and blocked the goal. I thought nothing of it until the goalie and defender enthusiastically embraced.
A tear may or may not have threatened to burst from my eye.
People are amazing. The bond that links humans together is awesome.
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