Hey guys,
I'm sorry for any worry that the last post caused, I'm not wasting away or anything.
I just needed to talk about something that is true, I've struggled with depression for a long time, it's not new since I moved here. I'm considering making a video about it, but it's hard to articulate in writing... or real life. We'll see.
I'm finally feeling less like I'm going to die (I've changed the subject from depression to having the flu, just so you know) which is making me feel much better.
Yesterday I got properly lost for the second time since moving here, which made me miss going to Hombu. I thought I went out a certain exit from the station but it turns out I was at a different one. Basically, when I came out of the station I was half a block from the street I needed to be on but instead I turned the wrong way and got totally lost for over an hour. God damn! Eventually found my way back to a street I understood and just walked back here. Towards the end of my walk I decided (not so cleverly seeing as I'd just gotten lost whilst practically being within sight of my desired destination.) to take a 'short cut' which ended up adding almost 40 minutes to my walk because I got semi-lost again.
Oops!
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Came back from work and made myself a massive meal, I always loose my appetite when I'm ill, now I'm trying to make up for it! Bacon, eggs, toast, mashed pumpkin, and beetroot. It was all delicious, so hopefully it'll help boost my immune system a bit.
And I know, it's pretty much the opposite of vegan. But I've been craving meat the past few days, and I go with what my body wants. So.
Feeling better, but I'm still stuffed up and coughing a bit.
And I'm tired! So, so, so tired. Been getting heaps of sleep (minus the waking up) but good gracious.
Definitely need to get some electrolytes in me, I've been craving sweet & salt which normally means I'm a bit off.
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Now it's the evening. Yay!
Went to meet Keiko, went to work, and went to to dojo. Boom.
Osawa Sensei's class was outstanding, as always. That man's seriously amazing.
Enjoying my second feast of the day, this one's considerably more of a mish mash.
Mashed pumpkin, chips + salsa, a cabbage noodle thing from the grocery store, and an apple.
Feeling ever better than I was this morning, I really feel like today was a turning point for me, health wise!
Have a good day and a pleasant tomorrow, all!
Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
9.11.2012 - a sad little post.
I'm sorry I've not been blogging lately, I've been feeling really depressed and anxious.
not sad depressed exactly, but I just haven't been able to make myself do anything.
I go to work, I go to Hombu, but other than that I seriously have barely left the house in something like 2 weeks. Which means I don't exactly have a lot to blog about.
It's really frustrating, because I know it's happening, and I know the only way to 'fix' it is to go out and actually do something but it's so hard.
It was hard when I was at home with a family to tell me to take a walk or something and it's a million times harder here where no one is looking out for me day to day.
No one's going to remind me to eat real food, or tell me to come for a walk with them (apparently I really miss walking in the woods, never in a million years did I think I would ever miss that!), or just call my bullshit.
But it's also that there's very very very few people who could do that for me, if anyone here tried it would just make me angry.
And I know that's not fair to anyone involved, but hey, life's not fair.
I know this isn't terribly well written but I'm just trying to articulate these things on here.
It's hard for me to write about, partially because I'm not a great writer and partially because it's just hard to talk about.
I think that that's the hardest part of moving here for me: the lack of day to day support.
I have no one to go to for a hug or to talk anything over with.
It makes my anxiety harder to manage as well, or just, different.
I've only had two panic attacks since I got here (one a month, basically, which is what I have pretty much no matter what.) but I feel on edge a lot. I can't really think of a better way to explain.
Though I haven't panicked so much, I feel closer to the attacks than I normally do.
And it's not that I'm sad every moment of everyday, it's just… ugh, I don't know really.
It's just not fabulous.
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My family is going to be here in a month and a week and I am so excited.
I really don't think there are any words to express my joy about this.
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As of today, I feel almost 100% (probably because I took like 6 kinds of medicine this morning, which also made me feel like throwing up for a little while, so maybe space them out.) and I am really really pleased with that.
I also realised I hadn't eaten anything that could be called an actual meal in like a week, so I make a pasta salad with raw zucchini, beet root, sweet basil, olives, and feta. It made me day heaps better.
This is just been a rambling post about sad things, but I just felt like writing this up.
Maybe it'll inspire my to get off my butt and look around this city that I am lucky enough to currently reside in.
Have a good day and a pleasant tomorrow, all!
not sad depressed exactly, but I just haven't been able to make myself do anything.
I go to work, I go to Hombu, but other than that I seriously have barely left the house in something like 2 weeks. Which means I don't exactly have a lot to blog about.
It's really frustrating, because I know it's happening, and I know the only way to 'fix' it is to go out and actually do something but it's so hard.
It was hard when I was at home with a family to tell me to take a walk or something and it's a million times harder here where no one is looking out for me day to day.
No one's going to remind me to eat real food, or tell me to come for a walk with them (apparently I really miss walking in the woods, never in a million years did I think I would ever miss that!), or just call my bullshit.
But it's also that there's very very very few people who could do that for me, if anyone here tried it would just make me angry.
And I know that's not fair to anyone involved, but hey, life's not fair.
I know this isn't terribly well written but I'm just trying to articulate these things on here.
It's hard for me to write about, partially because I'm not a great writer and partially because it's just hard to talk about.
I think that that's the hardest part of moving here for me: the lack of day to day support.
I have no one to go to for a hug or to talk anything over with.
It makes my anxiety harder to manage as well, or just, different.
I've only had two panic attacks since I got here (one a month, basically, which is what I have pretty much no matter what.) but I feel on edge a lot. I can't really think of a better way to explain.
Though I haven't panicked so much, I feel closer to the attacks than I normally do.
And it's not that I'm sad every moment of everyday, it's just… ugh, I don't know really.
It's just not fabulous.
But in some ways it's not bad, I'm learning so much about myself.
I've never really spent any time with myself, honestly.
I've always surrounded myself with people, or work, or projects, or whatever.
But here I spend hours just thinking about my life, my goals, and myself. Who I am, who I want to be, how to get there.
It's really bloody intense, even though it just sounds mental in writing.
I've put together a playlist that is sort of like my 'existential crisis' playlist.
A lot of the songs are sad, but I kind of need to be sad sometimes.
I'll post it in my next blog post, or something. There's still a few
changes to make, you know, perfecting the tempo at which one weeps.
I know I just talked about how sad I feel, and how I don't like that.
My whole situation/emotions are infinitely complicated.
And if you think this is bad, you ought to hear the skype conversations I have with my mother.
My family is going to be here in a month and a week and I am so excited.
I really don't think there are any words to express my joy about this.
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As of today, I feel almost 100% (probably because I took like 6 kinds of medicine this morning, which also made me feel like throwing up for a little while, so maybe space them out.) and I am really really pleased with that.
I also realised I hadn't eaten anything that could be called an actual meal in like a week, so I make a pasta salad with raw zucchini, beet root, sweet basil, olives, and feta. It made me day heaps better.
This is just been a rambling post about sad things, but I just felt like writing this up.
Maybe it'll inspire my to get off my butt and look around this city that I am lucky enough to currently reside in.
Have a good day and a pleasant tomorrow, all!
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