Showing posts with label Self Injury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Self Injury. Show all posts

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Fellow Mental Health [V]Bloggers to Start 2012

As a welcome into 2012 I would like to dedicate a post to some other blogs and vlogs out there I have been following for the past 1-2 years. The highlights posts was getting a bit long, so we have a second.

I have selected 3 for this particular post and will write about more in the future.

The Free Your Mind Campaign was started by Nicola as a result of abuse and prejudice within a psych ward located in England. She speaks through her experiences, advocates, and fights the stigma with: art, music, film, and culture. I have been following her campaign and look forward to FYM's 2012 success.

I Drank the Sea Water is an excellent vlog to follow. She has done mini movies about various mental illness topics, a vlog accounting for her progress through treatment, and written a book: Lady Injury. I find her inspiring and giving people hope through a very unique and inspiring perspective.

Christie has been speaking out about mental health and providing self injury support. One of the reasons I like her vlog so much is she tells issues how they are. She gets right to the point and speaks. This one is hard to sum up but definitely one to check out if you want to know more about the reality of M.I.

I wish everyone a Happy New Year!

2012 Direction and End of 2011 Highlights

I planned to write this post on New Years Eve or New Years Day but delayed it as I increased my advocacy and activism at the local level due to the November employment events. However, those events have pushed forward some exciting and important plans for the Voices for Awareness campaign in 2012. That said these plans have been in planning for some time and are always a work in progress being refined to meet the needs and voices of the world wide mental health community. Voices for Awareness can use your help and experiences to spread the word too, more on that to come later in the update.

Before diving into the 2012 direction though, a quick recap of 2011. In 2011 I began my campaign after following several blogs and vlogs others maintained, having been helped and inspired by them. I realized how much I could offer through my own experiences and that silence wasn't the answer. Speaking out helps myself, others, and in return fights stigma; allowing more of us to seek help and treatment. I was successful in getting my career on track, started seeking help again, lost my job to the stigma, and began taking the campaign on the road locally with the anticipation of expanding the borders in 2012.

Originally unsure about medication my medication has actually been helping. I have been consulting with a competent doctor who listens to me and ensures I am getting the care I need. Rather than my medication being stopped soon after starting as in the past this doctor made sure I knew about the medication and gave it a chance to start working. The only downfall I've had are some affects on my short term memory.

#1: In my last post I spoke about stigma in the workforce and the experience I had in November 2011 just before the holidays. I mentioned I didn't want to take the issue to court and just wanted to spread awareness. The good news is that I will be taking the issue to the U.S. Congress to be heard as well as local legislative branches. I will be working on a submission going directly through a U.S. Senator. I will post more as the plan unfolds, but am going to be appealing for our rights as mental health patients.

#2: Another plan for this coming year is to become involved in public speaking campaigns around my local community. I hope to make several groups of people aware about what is around them and what some of their peers may even be going through. The longer term goal with this is to go national, then worldwide.

#3: Along the same lines as public speaking I will be writing an account of my story for those who request it and are looking to use it for spreading awareness and providing support to others. The account will be written only and can be used on blogs, vlogs and support sites to start. I only speak English, but recipients are welcome to translate it into other languages. Just let me know a max length and format so it fits. I'll tweak this process as time goes on, but just starting out need to set some basic guidelines.

#4: One last plan I would like to mention is the involvement I want to build from others dealing with a mental illness and those caring or who know someone with a mental illness. My own family has benefitted from me opening up and sharing my story with them. I have some ideas to go about this but am still coming up with a way to do it. I am thinking possibly essay format posts similar to mine telling your story. Those writing about caring for someone could write about how they found out, how they reacted initially, why they reacted that way, what they are doing to deal with it now, and what they think should be different. The goal behind this would be to show the negative impact stigma's had and a care givers willingness and desire to help, but they don't know how because the stigma has suppressed information from getting out. The same goes for the people with a mental illness, wanting to get help but fearing repercussions. The format doesn't have to be entirely as I described and could be ended with a success story. Just ideas.

There is more in progress that I may be able to share later once I have more information.

I wish a good year to everyone out there. We will never give up hope.

E-mail: voices.for.awareness@gmail.com

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Recovery and Seeking Help: Part 2

The last post I made was in regards to a step backwards progress-wise and my upcoming doctor appointment to try and figure out what is going on with me. That appointment was last Friday and I would like to reflect back on it, the outcome, and where I think I am headed in the future from it.

The core issues that I spoke with the doctor about - Other than essential tasks to survive, such as; going to work or the grocery store for food, arriving at an airport, etc - I find it nearly impossible to leave my home and do something. I get very nauseous, have trouble breathing, and am brought down to my knees. Panic attacks and anxiety overcome me most of the time and it takes everything in my to put a stop to them. Another issue is relapse of self-injury, although not nearly as severe as it used to be. Based off of these issues the doctor diagnosed me with Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD).

Generalized Anxiety Disorder is frequent/constant worry and anxiety over many different events. Anxiety can crop up for no reason even without hardly anything to provoke it. For anyone that wants more detailed information on GAD I will put a couple links at the bottom of the post. Just to include some of the symptoms though, all ones I experience, from the National Library of Medicine:

  • Difficulty concentrating
  • Fatigue
  • Irritability
  • Problems falling or staying asleep, and sleep that is often restless and unsatisfying
  • Restlessness, and often becoming startled very easily

The idea is if my GAD can be treated perhaps the other issues will begin to clear up too. I really hope that is the case and am trying to stay optimistic. I feel there are other issues too, but need to take one step at a time and see where the GAD treatment leads first. I am comfortable with and trust the doctor I am seeing, something I didn't have in the past with psychiatrists. He focuses on the issues you tell him about and he wants to have monthly followups with me to ensure I am getting the best care possible.

The initial treatment plan doesn't involve any counselors. I have been prescribed Paxil (Paroxetine), an anti-depressant used to treat depression, panic disorder, and generalized anxiety disorder, to name a few. It's supposed to take roughly 1-2 weeks for the meds to actually start taking effect. Potentially 4-6 weeks  for depression to start going away from what I have read. In the meantime I am thinking about attending local National Alliance on Mental Illness support groups where I can share my experience with people like me. NAMI groups would also provide a way of asking about counselors in the area who care and are friendly, giving me the opportunity to include that in my treatment eventually.

So far there is not much to report since I have only been on Paxil for 9 days. The side effects were fairly severe when I first started the medicine: I was constantly nauseous and exhausted. The nausea isn't as frequent or as bad as it initially was and I was told all of these types of medication cause that. That likely explains the problem I had with Welbutrin in the past and its withdrawal. At least this time I understand what is going on and have someone who understands what they are prescribing me.

As a result I have started taking Pepcid Complete more frequently again and it seems to help. I might take it every 12 hours like I do when I get gastritis just as a precautionary measure. As for being sleepy, that is still an issue, but is a little more manageable. I do best on the weekends when I can take a nap whenever I want. I'm considering a switch to taking the Paxil before I go to bed and seeing if that helps.

I have noticed changes in my mood and appetite even though my mood and anxiety aren't cured. When I drive to work in the morning I feel a bit more relaxed now and my appetite is starting to come back. Before where I had to force myself to eat something just because I need to eat a small piece of lasagna now leaves me still hungry. Not only that, while at work I will start to lose energy and if I eat something or drink a soda my body starts to balance out again. This coming week I will probably try to get out and do a couple things and see if I am becoming more relaxed as I think I am.

Sleep has become slightly more balanced during the night, but still has some work to go. I am able to go to bed a bit early than I used to which is good for my work situation, although I wake up earlier. Both could be positive changes. The self-injury this last week also wasn't as frequent with the medication helping to balance me out. I won't post the self-injury details since they are irrelevant.

In the coming weeks I will post updates about how the treatment is going and follow ups with the doctor. I have a doctor who cares, I am comfortable with and a family standing behind me and supporting me through this. Not to mention I am more focused on myself this time. I've let people into my world, something I vowed I would never do 6 1/2 years ago, and it really has made a difference. I don't have to fight this alone this time around, and neither do you if you're out there struggling.


Note: I hope to return to youtube soon and haven't forgotten about everyone there.


http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001915/ (Generalized Anxiety Disorder)
http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/generalized-anxiety-disorder-gad/index.shtml
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001037/ (Paxil [Paroxetine])
http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/generalized-anxiety-disorder/DS00502

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The Need to Be Yourself

Greetings everyone. Just Saturday was TWLOHA (To Write Love On Her Arms) Awareness Day (link at bottom of post). If you didn't get to do anything for it it's not too late. Every day is awareness and support day. Before I get on to the main topic I have planned for this post I thought it would be worth mentioning I finally came out to some family about this blog. It is my hope that through the personal contacts I have I can answer the questions those closest to me have always had and spread awareness out through them as well. Those close to me have actually wanted to try and understand and be able to better support me, but until now I haven't felt ready. Time will tell how well this works out, but I feel it's an important step in recovery.

If I look back on the last 8 years of my life, more so the last 2 years, there is the theme of wanting to be myself. Who I am is caring, loving, and accepting of many different people and their cultures. I enjoy online games, music, and traveling to new places. Since I graduated college and began working I have lost the part meeting many new people and being able to travel when I want and to where I want. Most of all I've been trying to move on and focus on the future, completely forgetting about my past. Bad idea though.

The battles of yesterday make us who we are today. If we begin to ignore a major part of who we are then who are we? My effort to bury the past began with trying to satisfy employers for my career. While I am much better off now than I used to be 6 years ago, not being myself entirely is bringing back some of the problems. Not being myself has started bringing out anger and numbness on top of existing issues.

The way I've been stereotyped by employers and other people around me is why I went to such lengths to bury my past in the first place. I was ashamed and scared about what others think about me. I went to efforts to please others regardless of what it was doing to me. Until recently I really didn't realize how much that was negatively affecting me. Now I am in a situation I am not so sure I really want to be in.

Flashbacks to what I've struggled with are stronger than they ever have been. Relapse is closer than it ever has been if it hasn't even begun. Perhaps I am a bit in denial with what's going on right now. Did my issues really even go away though? I really don't know the answer and it's a bit scary. So even though I am better off now because I have grown up a bit and learned more ways to deal with my issues I am not the person I am and want to be. Being the person I am has almost become impossible, something needs to change.

Not being myself in return makes me even more unhappy. I am unsure about my job because I am unhappy with myself and not sure what I want. One of the most important lessons I am learning now is regardless of what others think you need to be yourself. This is something that I am going to need help with and don't think I can do alone. However, what is somewhat in my control is my career. I struggle to get out and about to meet people for a number of reasons, but not being myself also interferes with meeting like people.

I am now taking steps to be myself. This means embracing the issues I have struggled with and accepting what has already happened. I can't change what has happened in the past, and if the people I am around can't accept that then I can move on. I won't give up right away, but I have to focus more on myself. Going forward I want to be able to be friends with everyone and not have to hide who I really am. I avoided the swimming pool this summer because I feared what others would think of my scars. I've avoided doing simple activities that are around small numbers of people even and hope to be able to change this.

No one is perfect, so lets not act like it. No one way is the right way to live either. There are so many different kinds of people and cultures, that's one thing that I really like about the world. Some people have worse problems than others, mine is relatively small compared to others out there. We're all in this world together, whether we agree completely with everyone or not. Lets at least try to accept one another. 

To Write Love On Her Arms: http://www.twloha.com

Voices for Awareness does not have an association with TWLOHA.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Addiction and Destructive Behavior

Good morning everyone. Hopefully it hasn't been as hectic for everyone as it has me the past couple weeks. I've traveled, met some new people in the online realm of gaming, watched TV,  and picked up new music. Regardless I'm managing to get on top of everything and want to provide another post.

In my struggle to meet new people there is one key factor that gets in the way the most. That is maintaining the activities that I enjoy and finding similar people who accept those same activities. For example I enjoy playing video games, Massively Multiplay Online (MMO) games in particular these days. I used to play First Person games, but found I enjoyed the MMO scene quite a bit. There are a lot of people addicted to games to the point of playing 9 hours a day though and I get looked at like one of them anytime I mention to someone new that I enjoy MMOs. In another case there are members of my family who smoke. I have seen first hand through them how destructive smoking is, wouldn't start myself, and wish they could stop. However my experiences with self injury and depression have opened my mind up to the world of addiction, the destruction addiction causes, and how difficult it is to get out. I may not self injure like I used to, but the thoughts and cravings are still there.

I hope to open everyones eyes a bit more to what addiction really is, potential causes, affects, after affects, and even the stereotypes that result from ones behavior. There are several forms, the ones I will use are from either personal experience or family who are close to me.

The dictionary definition of addiction is:
Compulsive need for and use of a habit-forming substance (as heroin, nicotine, or alcohol) characterized by tolerance and by well-defined physiological symptoms upon withdrawal; broadly : persistent compulsive use of a substance known by the user to be harmful - Merriam Webster

What this really means is that someone is hooked to something and doesn't have it in their own control to be able to stop or keep the activity in moderation at healthy levels. To quote Dawson McAllister, "if you could have stopped on your own, you would have already done it." I truly believe those words and my experiences will follow.

How I got into self injury in the first place I don't know. All I remember is that it was something I did on impulse to cope with the feelings I was having at the time. The details of how I did it, where, and all that information isn't something that needs to be discussed here, just that it started in the first place. I didn't know how else to deal with the feelings I had and self injury was there for me (see other posts on the blog for alternatives to self injury such as music, gaming, and friends). What was the underlying cause behind my mental health issues in the first place? I am still trying to figure that out, but as in earlier posts I tend to believe it was associated with darker aspects of my past. Did I want to stop? Partly yes, mostly no, I feared losing who I was and how I would deal with problems when self injury was gone.

In another case there is a member in my family who smokes. She started before people knew it was bad and became hooked. She has tried to stop before but always returns. Does she want to stop? I am not entirely sure, only she can answer that question. What I do know is that she can't stop on her own, regardless of what other people keep saying. I hear time and time again that she could just pick up and stop that she's not addicted. Then why if it's so harmful, she is in such bad shape, knows how bad it is, and tells others never to start, she won't stop smoking?

One last case I would like to share is someone who was very close to me and I still regard as a wonderful person regardless of what they are involved in. Prior to my experience with depression and self injury and knowing someone who was involved with drugs I was very much not informed about addiction and how separate it is from personality. I tried to get this person to stop doing drugs and at the same time tried to get them to stop several other things and the response I would get was "then what do I do?" This was a wonderful person caught up in destructive behavior trying to cover up the pain caused by deeper issues. I didn't have a good answer for them at the time, they had depression too, and this was their method of dealing with the pain just like my self injury. At this point I learned of my own addiction to self injury, what it really meant, and how it wasn't really much different from other behaviors.

What was the point of sharing these experiences? To show that addiction is deeper than "i'm addicted and can't stop" and the "you can stop if you want" responses a lot of the time. To begin combating addiction you need to start digging to the root of it, figure out how to move beyond the past. Those with someone close to them dealing with addiction, don't be hostile to the person, but don't provide the means to continue, and most importantly show the person that you love them, care about them, be direct and straight with them. If need be even help them get some counseling and let them know you'll be there every step of the way to help them if they agree to help and that they are going to be ok.

Just because someone is addicted or struggling doesn't mean they are a bad person. Like those with the common cold or go to the doctors for an illness, people with mental health issues or addiction are just the same. We are all the same, just dealing with different and more complex but not so well understood issues. Many people are addicted, but most need help to stop, to quote A&E's show Intervention.

Just because some people are addicted to something doesn't mean everyone else is either.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Reflection on College Living

I've seen a couple videos from regular vlogs I keep up on weekly in regards to mental health, this time on college living. One from The Emmy R and the other From Miss Lizenka. I'll link them before moving on with my own experiences so you can get their perspectives as well. They both have good information. I would like to add to their input based on reflection having graduated a couple years ago.

Emmy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3YhJuu5Hx0
Liza: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnPz2S8F6iY

The Questions Are:
1)did you ever consider any other living options?
2)in relation to mental health how had living on campus effected you?
3)if you could change your living situation for collage would you? why?



Freshman year I chose to live in a freshman only residence hall thinking everyone was new and therefore it would be an environment where we all struggled together and made good friendships. The opposite kind of happened though, where everyone was free from their parents for the first time and most of the people there caused a lot of trouble. My recommendation to freshman would be to pick out a residence hall with a variety of people. Freshman to struggle along with and the more senior students to help mentor you along the way as you come along stressful times and any questions. My resident assistant who was a couple years ahead was a great person to talk to or just to chill with during a stressful time.

I can't really say I had any positive experience with roommates, but I did learn about different types of people and how to better deal with people. What it comes down to though, the roommates greatly impacted my mental health. I'll provide an overview of the different situations I was in. I'm not entirely against roommates, but keep the situations in mind when thinking about living with someone.

Freshman (1st) year my roommate and I got along fairly well the first semester, but not so much the second. My self harm and major depression were largely a part of me by the end of the first semester my freshman year and the second semester only isolated me more. My roommate would come in at late hours of the night and turn on the lights or play loud video games, waking me up. This contributed to a lack of sleep which in return impacted my ability to get the rest I needed to focus and think more clearly.

Sophomore (2nd) and Junior (3rd) years my roommates left after the first semester and I would have the room to myself for the final semester of the year. Both once again had some issues, but unlike my first roommate, both were more accepting of me. I found living on my own in the college residence hall to be both helpful and hard. The situation was helpful in that I could focus on myself without having to worry about someone else contributing to my downfall. Being close to on-campus friends, dining, and assistance was also a plus. What made living alone hard was that I could dwell in my sadness and really didn't have anyone around to talk to because I could just sit around in my room. Looking back this is also where some great distractions I've mentioned or others from fellow blogs could be utilized.

Senior (4th) year was my breaking point. I actually started out with a single room all to myself, but I do not attribute that to my problems, rather, the problems I had with some of the staff at the college sent me into a further downward spiral. I had to leave for a year and come back a 5th so I could focus on myself and getting better. When I returned the following year I actually stayed in an apartment off-campus roughly 1-2 miles away. Being 1-2 miles away with sidewalks all the way to the college is one of the reasons I would advocate living off campus. Every day I had class I had to get up and walk to the college. This resulted in a lot of physical exercise which also helps with better mental health. By living off campus I was also responsible for paying monthly bills, going to the grocery store and making my own meals. All of this contributed to focus on myself and providing things to keep busy with.

If I had to go through college again though I would have tried to make a few more friends, and not just friends, ones that would hopefully last. It would have been a better experience had I known a few people to hang out with during the evenings and on weekends, maybe even live with off campus. One semester I had a group of friends to hang out with on a regular basis and it helped to an extent. When surrounded by other people it was harder for me to fall into myself and my ways of dealing with things.

So to sum things up I tried residence hall living with and without a roommate and off-campus living. Living on campus for me was more of a negative impact but taught me a lot if we focus on the positive side and I definitely think having some good friends and one of them as a roommate would benefit.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading and I hope the information helps!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Personal Entry |2 - The Moving Experience, Part 1

Yesterday I finally got internet connectivity again and am able to continue on with my posts. The last week though has been an interesting experience though looking at the different affects its had on me.

I think one person at work has begun to sense a little that there is a bit more behind my face than what I really show on a daily basis. I haven't outright spoken about the difference issues I have, but instead have passed the blame onto all the changes going on in my life right now. I think even my mom over the phone perhaps has noticed somewhat of a change. Between moving and changing jobs the different issues are flaring up a bit more. Without the internet and most of my distractions, the situation became even more interesting.

As the move got closer I got more nervous and anxious. I also began to wonder if I would actually manage to pack everything in time before the big moving day. I did finish though, 12am the morning prior to the move.

The past week I've found myself making a lot more phone calls than usual. I really don't like talking on the phone, but it's been something to keep me distracted and occupied. If I go back to my old place now I feel really out of place like I don't belong there. At my new place I feel more comfortable in that I like the floor plan and space better than the other. The community also seems to be a bit more mature, which is wonderful, but I haven't been able to meet too many new people yet. I need to work up the courage to go for a run around the neighborhood or something. It would be good for my physical well-being too.

I still haven't checked my new mailbox; I have this fear of who I will run into and just keep avoiding it. The people around seem friendly, but other than observation I tend to just keep to a friendly hello and proceed to my place. Updating my address has been taking a bit of effort as well. I pushed off changing my internet service till the last minute as well as electric and postal. I should have done these things in advance, I don't know if this is natural or not. I still need to adjust quite a bit, but all in all I feel the new place is better for me than the old one.

Problems I Attribute to the Old Place:
1) I've noticed relapse of my depression, but in worse ways than before and closer to borderline or bipolar. I am not sure entirely what to make of this, but will elaborate further in a later post.
2) Due to the noise problems and lack of proper handling I have distanced myself from people further and my anxiety towards being accepted and around people has become worse.

What the Old Place Helped:
1) I began to stand up for myself and not tolerate others bringing me down. 

Things to do while moving when without internet and much else to do include:
1) Read a book (This has helped me a lot)
2) Call a friend or family if you have a cell phone
3) Drive an hour to dinner (if you have a car and license)

This wasn't a post about much, but I am back and expect to have a more informative post soon, including posts about how the moving experience progresses over the next few weeks.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Quick Update - Moving

I am pretty sure no one reads this but regardless here is a quick update.

I have been busy with a move, packing, address management, all those wonderful parts involved with moving. I don't expect to have much time on my hands again till later next week. Between working a fulltime job and going through every little thing I own I have been pretty exhausted most of the time.

I will still be around throughout the duration, just in a limited capacity. I hope everyone is well!

If you have questions or want to contribute your own post check out my tumblr! It's there to extend reach of people and to let the readers get a bit more involved if they would like. There is a link to post a question as well as a link to submit a post. Both get sent to me for approval/response before being posted.

When I get around to it either at the end of this week or mid next week I have a couple post ideas in mind. I do this for myself and as an effort to help the community as well!

-cheers-

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Expansion to Tumblr

To further spread awareness and provide support I have created a tumblr for my blog. The same content will be on the tumblr account that is on the blog here. I have done this as a way to reach more people.

I would like to use the active tumblr community as well to make some new friends and further develop my own support network. I believe I can get some more ideas for posts to make here as well to better inform people about mental health issues. I still intend to keep on my about once a week schedule.

http://voicesforawareness.tumblr.com/

Thank you to all the followers out there anonymous or visible.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Role of Confidence / Workplace Stress Factors

In no way has any scientific research been done for this post, just personal observation of myself. This post is a bit longer than most of my others, so grab a drink, queue up the music, and tune in!

For me confidence is something that comes and goes. Most of the time in social situation it runs away and leaves me behind. There are some observations I have made though, especially in regards to my professional work life, not the same as my social life. One quote I always reference from the public speaking course I was required to take is: "To be confident act confident". For the most part that is true.

I am either confident or I have tricked myself into thinking I am confident at times. I think it has to do with the effort of hiding my mental illness issues in the past. There will be more on this in a bit.

What I want to touch on though is the role confidence has in correlation to other emotions. Especially what I have been seeing with myself at work lately. I went from doing very interesting development work at the beginning of the year and following design, to implementing the technology and completing another task at lightening speed with not much prior knowledge, to being pushed into a dysfunctional team under the thought I'd get them back on track, to moving to an entirely different job. My reaction has been happiness, anger, panic, anxiety, just about everything through the past 6 months.

Is there a correlation to my confidence levels? I tend to believe so, lets analyze.

First it's worth noting that I am a perfectionist and want to see my work through to the end, done right with a functional result. I quickly pick up new technology and techniques (quick learner) and can work well with just about anyone (unless the other party decides to ignore me in which case it's hard to). What I lack though is confidence and often doubt what I develop. I go through a very methodical approach of designing what I am going to do and consulting with the stakeholders prior to implementation. When I get a second opinion I am told what I came up with is pretty rock solid and a good start. I should really be confident in myself because I approach development the right way, but most often I lack confidence.

At the beginning of the year there was moderate structure, limited direction, and I was doing well. I felt that what I was doing was on track and was going to integrate well. I had a solid team to work and collaborate with. If I was struggling or needed a second opinion it was there. I was pretty confident, enjoyed what I was doing, and as a result was pretty happy going into work on a daily basis.

My success gave me incredible visibility and management thought I would be the perfect fit to turn a dysfunctional team into a functional team. This was the last shot they had at success, me turning them around. There was a lot riding on my shoulders. Not only that, the team refused to let me into their circle. I didn't have work to do and no one wanted to communicate with me. I spent my time suggesting changes and writing up status reports. What little work I did get I was setup for failure.

My confidence level was low and I constantly worried about failure and the lack of results. I worried about what this would mean for my future despite it not being my fault and it made me miserable for the duration. Towards the end I got to do some work with them and produce a design beforehand. I was still miserable in the sense that I was still with the group, but that interaction and progress I was able to make drove my confidence level up and I was actually happy working on what I was doing despite the rest of the situation. Within the last little bit on the team I actually thought I had something good to take away.

Next is the change in jobs. That's in the near future, and I am confident I can do amazing work. It will be a new culture, but the change scares me and makes me a bit anxious. I hope to meet their expectations and more. I know I can and am thankful I have been given the chance. I'm looking forward to it.

What does all this have to do with confidence? If I feel too pressured, am not given a realistic time frame (although due to my skill level I can typically produce something), or am thrown into something solo with no support to ask questions to, my confidence level drops quickly. If I begin to lack confidence I start to get angry, anxious, panic, and quickly think I may fail (despite my qualities that will actually lead me to success instead). If I begin to gain confidence I may start to feel invincible and overly confident.

The best example I have is a recent task. I've had to do design and implementation. I felt very confident throughout the design. Once the design grew in complexity though I began to wonder if I could actually complete it on time. But as I start to implement in small pieces I am finding it to be not so bad after all. My confidence levels are rising and I am starting to feel I may actually have it done ahead of schedule.

The lesson I have learned from all of this is to stand up for myself and what I do. Continue to go about development the way I do. Or anything else in my life really. Just being oneself and doing good things has paid off. This has been leading to advancement in my career and different people fighting over me.

If I have confidence in myself I can be happy knowing that  I do things correctly and have done the best I can do. In regards to my past/recovery with mental illness I look at myself as I am in a better place today than I was a few years ago. I let the thought of my struggles with mental illness get me down and make me think my career had been destroyed sometimes (in some ways it's true, in most ways it's not).

My career got derailed a little, and I dealt with discrimination/stereotypes, but if I look at the larger picture I am just taking a different path. A path that I am beginning to take control over, allowing me to do what I want with my life. The road I am headed down is probably even better than the road I was going to head down before and much more flexible.

If you take a moment to look where you were then, where you are today, and just where things may be going tomorrow, there could be some surprises over just how much better a path is working out than originally thought. Try to have confidence knowing you are doing everything you can do to be successful and hopefully you'll find yourself stronger like myself and a little happier.

Even if you're struggling with an illness or addiction, look for the positive, what you are doing to overcome it or even just that thought that you know you need to overcome it or want to overcome it. Maybe you want to use your struggles to help someone else. There are different ways to turn your struggles into something more positive. Have confidence knowing you are living the best you can.

You can use that emotion to drive some pretty powerful change and ideas in yourself or the world.

Stand up for you. One step at a time. You are strong.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Personal Entry |1 - BPD, Bipolar, Depression

I have been on a mission ever since I was diagnosed with depression roughly six years ago to understand what is wrong with me and what I can do to get better. There is a part of me that doesn't necessarily want to get better and is afraid of what I will become when I am not quite me anymore. It's misery though always having issues with my mood and being so isolated that I don't have anyone else around. If I'm at a get together of some sort I am always the one in the corner not talking to anyone that no one else even wants to approach and start a conversation with. I am the one that can't bring myself to start a convo. For those reasons I have never given up trying to understand myself and figure out how to make life better.

I encourage everyone else to keep trying as well.

That's not quite the focus I had in mind for the post though. It's about what I have discovered recently.

Yes I got diagnosed with major depression six years ago, but I am not entirely convinced anymore that's actually what is going on. There was a part of me that feared bipolar. Also at the time I never knew about borderline personality disorder. What I couldn't figure out back then were the episodes of happiness, the mood shifts that occurred. I was extremely depressed, but there were these episodes when I found myself with a bunch of energy and basically happy. I thought nothing of it, just that most of the time I was down. The main issue of being down most of the time is also what I focused on in any counseling. I never brought up to any counselors any other moods I may have experienced. This was due to the issues I have with counseling in general and not being comfortable and trusting enough to share what is really going on with me to these so called professionals.

Then two years ago I entered the professional work force. This led to nothing too shocking. I managed to take on a positive mindset and stay strong. I thought that year prior was a pretty good effort towards recovery and becoming better again. Any trigger that reminded me of my past pretty quickly sent me into a angry rage or depressive state of mind. That I blamed on the recency of the struggles with depression in my past. I figured it was something that would take me time to distance from. Or I never truly recovered and it was the illness trying to take over me again. Probably a little of both, but I was much stronger and put up a strong resistance to maintain a good frame of mind.

More recently my mind has been crying to be released from the prison I locked it within. Without much ability to keep it restrained lately a lot of different thoughts have been coming and going. I essentially granted my mind the ability to feel again instead of being numb and thoughtless most of the time to avoid dealing with problems involving myself. I go between happy and depressed so rapidly and randomly that I can't predict when I'll be either. Shifts seem to be hours and days. Not only that, but I seem to be capable of experiencing multiple emotions at the same time. I can laugh, be angry, and depressed all at the same time. Scares me quite a bit when this happens, not something I seem to have control over. The other part about me that has stood out recently is the intensity friendships take on. Not only that, but how just the slightest shift of behavior towards me from someone flips the untrusting side of my mind. I am quick to feel people have forgotten about me, don't want me around anymore, or aren't being honest.

So the biggest question I am trying to figure out about myself now is: what is the real issue with me? I know something isn't right. If everything was ok I am pretty sure I would have made friends outside of work by now and wouldn't be having depressive and happy episodes so often. I am pretty sure a lot would be different in the way my life is right now if everything was well.

I may consider trying out counseling of some sort again, but for now I need to figure out on my own what is going on and the most effective form of getting better. I have been productive where I work and if things do get too out of hand as they did 3 1/2 years ago I will let someone know. I do not feel I am in any danger; I have the network and ability to seek help at a moments notice if I need it. I want to understand on my own rather than being brainwashed and not being able to think for myself.

Borderline Personality Disorder and Bipolar are often misdiagnosed as other mental illnesses. This has to do with the many different moods each present and focus only being on one core mood.

I am not a doctor, not a substitute for a doctor, and do not claim to be a doctor. All in this post is personal opinion and experience. I share this information to help reduce my own stress and provide insight to others for deeper thought and analysis to understand what is really going on with us.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Disconnected and Defiant

I am not entirely sure what happened to me over the past week.

The week started with my mind taking over and telling me who I was. My mind told me I am who I was 6 years ago and started steering me right back down the path to some of the darkest days of my life. Any type of distraction I had in my book wasn't working. I had no support network of people I could talk to. My mind took a hold of me much stronger than it ever has in the past. I completely fell into myself.

Then one day someone sent me a link to a music video and I snapped back into reality to an extent. I suddenly remembered how music tends to help calm and relax me. It has returned to being my cure. Just now I am beginning to recover from what has been a week of misery. One theme throughout it has been my mind telling me to be who I really am. To not let my career take over my life like it has been.

I guess somewhere as I started taking a stand for myself to guide my career to a position I am happy - my defenses went down and repressed memories took over. I'm now terrified about confronting them.

Mental health issues destroyed my college years, what were supposed to be the best years of my life. Now I am worried they are going to destroy my career if I even attempt to be myself and confront any problems. I have made a stand though and 3 1/2 months of effort to get myself out of a position at work that has made me unhappy is starting to pay off. I am finally getting myself shifted to something better. I am also moving, which terrifies me. A change in job, a change in location, standing up for myself and who I am, all happening at once. Before long I will be in completely new territory with nothing to hold onto.

Two things I have that have been helping me through this are a good friend and music. The many sleepless nights I have gone through this week I've been able to vent. And when I finally try to sleep I put on some music and shut my mind down. Now I am trying to disconnect myself again and get myself back in line. Most of my friends ran away in the time I needed them most. One thing all this has taught be is that I am not as safe as I thought and I need to make some new friends so I do have that support when I need it.

I am afraid to think of what may of happened if I didn't have a couple things to grab onto as I started furiously falling back down again. I will keep fighting for myself and fighting to push 3 years of self harm free (even though barely I pushed off the strongest urges I've had in 3 years this past week) even further as tempting as it may get. My move in the near future as scary as it is may be the first step in recovering fully, as long as it comforts me as much as I am anticipating.

Stay strong and hold onto at least a couple things for times like this.

It's possible to get through the most difficult of times.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Reflections on Anxiety

This is going to be more of a reflection on the past and what I think I've learned from it. So read on if you care to and see if you notice the same and if there is anything we can learn; I think we can. One of the conclusions I am coming to is that anxiety may be one of the larger issues I've dealt with over the past year (that's what I think is going on at least since I don't feel comfortable with doctors). It wasn't till I really started facing certain situations head on that this became obvious to me.

It was so natural growing up to stand in the corner away from the crowd and interact well with adults than it was to interact with people my own age. People my age weren't friendly to me, they were downright mean. I came to stick around adults more and really didn't think much of it till a couple years ago when I entered the professional workforce and started interacting with people of all ages. I had to figure out how to interact with people my age at work and it turned out not terrible, but still not as comfortable as I'd like. I even had issues with the adults at work to an extent. There was anxiety, but it wasn't terribly crippling.

So a year ago when I got sent on my first business trip many miles from home I was entering new territory. I could barely eat breakfast because I was so anxious, lunch was hit or miss if I could make myself get through it, and dinner was minimal. I had a desire to walk the town however though, so I don't know. It wasn't till the night at the park where we all had dinner and I couldn't function at all. I had to strip down to my undershirt and get co-workers to carry any belongings I had just so I could try to relax and breathe. All while coming up with a story as to why I fell to the ground because the last thing I needed was to talk about issues I've hidden from them all along and been able to handle on my own till now.

That is only one incident of many that have occurred over the past year. This issue has caused me to pull off the side of the road, sit in parking lots to gain composure, and stay back at my home instead of going places. Wherever I go it feels like I am being judged and people are just staring at me. If I try to go somewhere with a group of friends I am just motionless stuck standing in a corner somewhere, crippled. Maybe I am not entirely comfortable with my co-workers who I chill with from time to time. Why am I OK in the work environment but not in a highly public place though? These co-workers are close enough to have my back if something goes down.

What I have been trying to do to combat all this though is start to dive into things. I try not to care about what's going on and how I feel in the sense of how anxious I am. I try to shut that emotion off. I try to tell myself everything isn't so bad. It usually isn't as bad as my mind makes it seem. As I do more and more things I seem to get more comfortable.

One day at the airport I found it difficult to get from my car to the shuttle stop; I was going to be stuck sitting in the parking lot for who knows how long. As soon as I saw the shuttle coming though something hit me inside and I pushed myself to run over to the stop location. That was the end of the anxiety for that moment and I finally had control of myself again. This incident is where I came to the conclusion that it is possible to control and overcome my anxiety if I am able to make the effort to relax and strengthen myself against a situation.

While I haven't cured the anxiety issue entirely I am feeling more like I can probably control it and overcome it over time. No matter whether something may succeed or fail I just go along with the situation because I will not get anywhere if I don't try. What happens happens, there is not much I can do to change something once it's occurred. I have been coming to terms with that if I at least try then I'll be ok.

Those out there struggling, continue to challenge yourself and don't give up.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Question in Regards to Repression

I haven't posted in a little over a week, but I have been busy with my job and life in general.

I have been thinking about something lately. Perhaps this is one piece of the puzzle I need to figure out to finally recover completely. When we "distract" ourselves and do other things instead of the negative behaviors are we really fixing the problem? All we are saying is okay I am in a bad place right now and going to do this other thing to take my mind elsewhere. In reality though we are repressing those thoughts instead of confronting them and working through them. After a while I just suddenly explode/implode, whatever term you want to use. This happens due to stress or some incident and then the thoughts come flooding back in full force and make everything worse. Then not only do I have the problem to deal with I have all the repressed thoughts too.

So my question is, how do we distract ourselves and confront the problems instead of just repressing them?

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Counseling/Therapy Response to TheEmmyR

This is a response to a video by TheEmmyR on YouTube. I am making the response on the blog so I am not restricted by the short character message length of YouTube comments. 


The original question was: "What should the goal of counseling be? To get rid of the urges of self harm? Or to accept the urges and learn to deal with them in a more positive way?"

My opinion probably differs from counselors, therapists, and psychiatrists. I would also go as far as saying the counselors and therapists need better awareness of the core issue of self harm, maybe they will check out some videos people like us make and become more knowledgeable. Text books to teach them can only go so far.

I think the goal of counseling should be to accept the urges and learn to deal with them. Long term I suppose they could go away, but I for one have not self harmed in 3 years now and still get very strong urges and triggers. I've even come close to giving in despite the length I have gone without it. I think the reason they will never go away is because my struggle with self harm was a part of me and has contributed to who I am today. There are ways to deal with the triggers though and channel them into a different type of emotion.

In these times I do things like:
1) Play a video game
2) Clean the house/living space
3) Call/Text a friend/family about something unrelated
4) Call/Text a friend/family for support
5) Listen to music or write
6) Go to sleep for the night

Those are the positive behaviors I use to deal with the urges and triggers.

I think counselors and therapists trying to get rid of the triggers is bordering on too much pressure and also a bit unrealistic. My #1 trigger these days stems from stress and flashbacks because my mind goes into overdrive and can't think as straight. My family doctor and someone in the family who works in the health care industry have both told me it's impossible to eliminate stress. There are only ways to manage stress. I think triggers and urges are a lot like managing stress. Self harm is a way to cope with something a.k.a. manage.

If counselors, therapists, and psychiatrists want to eliminate the urges they have to get to the core of the problem. We can't just erase a part of us an not deal with it though can we? Many things that sadden me now get turned into anger, and anger turned into sadness, but all that gets channeled into new ideas and ways to deal with the problem and change the world or myself.

I do not think a psychiatrist is the right person to talk to simply because their job is to prescribe medications, not deal with the core issues. From my experience psychiatrists are actually clueless when it comes to understanding what is really going on. One of my psychiatrists tried to pressure me into stopping and had the mindset you could just stop right away (what he actually did i'll leave out of this public post). That resulted in me removing myself from counseling, the depression getting worse, and isolation myself, all in an effort of self defense. I've had a couple not so bad experiences with counselors though and feel they are better fit to talk to.

Hopefully this at least answers some questions. If there are anymore or I need to elaborate more on something just let me know!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Sleepless

In context of my career

I wrote this post last night, but because I was trying to get to sleep decided just to write it and not actually post it since I couldn't look the post over for revision. Last night's part is below the line. I am a perfectionist. This post has to do with my life long dreams, career, and what I have gotten myself into with where I want to end up. Basically I had to repress my mind to avoid job discrimination, which is very difficult and comes back with a painful vengeance when I allow myself to be who I really am. That's as much as I really want to say about this particular post and poem I wrote, it's personal. I wish the stereotypes and discrimination didn't exist. I will follow up on the subject of stereotypes and discrimination later either through a video or post.
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It's going to be another fairly sleepless night. Fell asleep when I got home from work and it took everything I had to pull myself back out of bed. I probably should have continued sleeping and just stayed awake all night instead. Now I am left wondering how much sleep I will get before I have to go back to work. The temperature is a roller coaster and it seems hot for some reason. It's really not hot though and it's just warm enough that a sweatshirt would bother me as I try to sleep. Then there is also a lot on my mind. Guess this is better than the nightmares I've been getting lately though. This is a rather boring post as I am trying to figure out how to fall asleep. I do love the night though.

Pretty numb tonight, so i'll share something i wrote last week.

Numb
It's the way of life,
Feeling nothingness,
Cold hearted, rage, anger;
Replaces the voided soul

The life i signed up for,
A life never wanted,
Yet the path is unavoidable

Trained to zero everything out,
To think and feel nothing,
Pretend all is balanced and ok,
The ultimate mindless warrior

Emotions present but suppressed,
Immense pain once unleashed,
Extreme uncontrollable anger

Thoughts must be locked away;
Not confronted, not resolved-
For life is on the line,
Everything ever dreamed of

Locked up, numb

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

A Little About Myself, Part 1

I don't know how many parts there will be to this or where to really start, but here is some information about myself.

About 6 years ago I was diagnosed with major depression, it was the summer after my freshman year of college. Although the problems began fall of my freshman year. The year prior to my senior year in high school I moved and was required to go to a new school, having to leave all my friends behind without any goodbyes.

Self harm started the fall of my freshman year, where I got the idea I don't know. Why I started self harm instead of something more healthy I don't know. I got addicted to self harm, which became a release, and it lasted fairly consistently for 3 years.

I made a commitment to someone very closely at the time that I would try to give up self harm if she tried with me. The problem never really has gone away mentally though. A year prior I had turned 21. Giving up self harm I turned to alcohol, although not to the point of falling on the floor, it's casual but still probably not good for me. I still get harsh triggers and fear relapse.

I've sought help in the past, but have found it very difficult to trust people.

I am in a better place now than I was in the past, but still notice something isn't quite right. I get very anxious around people and being out in a crowd is near impossible unless I am with someone, which still is very difficult. That leads into my anxiety issues.

Since I have graduated college I work as a fulltime software developer.

I sometimes wonder if there is more than depression and anxiety that is wrong with me. I am again considering seeking some kind of help, but am fearful. I have done a lot of writing and understand a lot more now than I did 6 years ago. Writing, music, and gaming are the major distractions that get me through the difficult times.

I am 24 and want to change the world, recover fully, and spread awareness.

I enjoy music and gaming.

Monday, April 4, 2011

SelfHarmSupport Weekly Question - Showing Your Scars

Rather than starting out with a personal post since I don't have much time at the moment I am going to do one in relation to a excellent resource I found a few weeks ago. SelfHarmSupport is a Youtube channel combining a variety of people and their thoughts on weekly questions posted by the viewers. I find this to be extremely helpful because it's not textbook information and opinion, but is actually the facts from those of us who struggle. Check it out if you need support or are just looking for some more knowledge about mental health and self harm.

This week's question is: "How does one go about starting to wear short sleeves again and ''baring all'', as it were. How do you gain the confidence to do this and to show your scars without feeling self conscious or like everyone is looking at you?"

I think there are many parts to this question that ultimately come down to acceptance and confidence. I think over time as the scars fade and become less obvious it becomes easier to walk around. If you're able to build confidence within yourself and are comfortable with who you are it's also easier. With confidence you can start to stand up for who you are. What does it matter if everyone isn't happy with you? We are who we are, and it's impossible to make everyone happy.

I feel showing scars is along the same lines. Some people may see them, try to understand, and at least accept you for who you are. While others don't care to understand, and we have to try and live with knowing that we accept ourselves and they are not the same person we are. Not caring to be accepting and try to understand doesn't give reason to be mean or rude, but some people will be like that anyways.

For me most of the scars are in places that people won't see all the time. Those in visible places are mostly faded now to the point that you have to be close to me to notice them. I am still very conscious about them though knowing they are there. In the case of the scars on my wrist my watch can help cover them up. I tell myself it's a problem I've struggled with and is something I am working on to fix. Everyone has problems, and this just happens to be what one of my problems is.

As for the actual experiences I've had where people have seen my scars.

The first time people saw my scars was not in a situation I had control of and I was very uncomfortable. My parents had found out during a visit to the pool one day, and asked me about them right in the middle of the pool. I thought I was going to be able to hide them somehow, but the chlorine made them stand out. In this situation I knew the people asking about them, and the way I replied was we'd talk about it later. That was the end of the conversation and attention till we got home later. That allowed me to not make a huge scene in front of people who I did not know and have a chance to spread awareness and seek help from my family.

In another scenario we went out to a lake for some water sports, where another family member found out, my younger sister. That time I was dead silent. I didn't know what to say to her; I wanted to protect her. I thought by her not knowing what I was going through would bring less pain and worry. I was wrong though. My sister told me if I every get into a bad place again to let her know and that she'll help me. Although I still have not told her exactly what was going on.

I avoid most water activities now as a way to try and hide my scars. However, this summer I may attempt to try and go swimming again. It's exhausting to hide all of the time, and the visible ones are faded, except maybe in the water. I used to love swimming. As time goes on I build my confidence and take little steps to try and recover. I have been self harm free for 3 years now, but still deal with harsh triggers and a number of mental issues. I use distraction techniques and confidence building techniques to try and keep making progress. There will be more posts later on some of these items.

SelfHarmSupport: http://www.youtube.com/user/selfharmsupport

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Speaking Out about Mental Health

What the Blog is About: I have created this blog to spread awareness about mental health issues and self harm. This is a place to share my own thoughts and struggles. I hope that it will also provide another place where people can find more tips and support towards recovery. Self harm does not have to be the only subject and just happens to be what I've struggled with. I will make personal posts here as well. In the near future I should have some actual content; this is just an introduction as to what the blog will be about.

Disclaimer: This will not be a place that posts means and methods to self harm or infliction of hurt/harm to others. Any such comments in reply to posts will be removed as well as any deemed inappropriate. Those types of posts and comments would not be beneficial to anyone. There may be potentially triggering posts and those will be denoted as such (although I intend to refrain from these types of posts). Lets contribute further to the blogs and videos already out there to spread awareness and support to people.