It’s Thoughtful Thursday again, which means it’s time to pull out our notebooks and journal for just a few minutes about whatever’s on our mind. Journaling is a very low-risk way to reap many health benefits, including decreased depression and anxiety and increased self-awareness. (Seriously, it’s been studied.) So, whenever you have five minutes free… Continue reading Thoughtful Thursday: November 12, 2020
I think my upstairs neighbor suffers from psychosis. It’s hard to know for sure. I’ve barely met the guy. I just know that I can hear him shouting 24/7. Mostly what he shouts is angry nonsense. It’s not constant - it pauses for a few seconds here and there, as if someone else is part… Continue reading My neighbor’s psychosis isn’t his fault, but it’s my problem.
So I’m learning why mindfulness is called a practice. Last week I pitched myself the idea of sitting quietly with my anxieties for three minutes a day. By exposing myself to raw reality, I hoped to unlearn my nasty habit of pretending everything is okay despite evidence to the contrary. And while I stand by… Continue reading The way you heal is up to you.
I want to journal more. I love to write, but I tend to have a hard time getting started. Journaling with someone else would motivate me, but in COVID times, it’s hard to do that in person. So I figured, why not ask someone from the internet? Actually, why not ask everyone from the internet?… Continue reading #ThoughtfulThursday
I need to change my narrative. Corny Facebook sayings don’t usually get to me, but today one did: “You will keep living the stories you tell yourself.” I think that’s really true. I’ve been telling myself that everything will hurt, that my anxiety has gotten out of hand. That might be true, but there are… Continue reading Changing my self-talk, three minutes at a time.
In 2018, I voluntarily received 19 electroconvulsive (shock) treatments at a hospital in Colorado to alleviate my depression. This is the true story of how that decision saved my life. ... One afternoon late in my twenty-third summer, I found myself sitting on a plastic couch in my psychiatrist’s office, begging him once again to… Continue reading How shock therapy saved my life.
So, it’s been a while, huh? I apologize for my absence from this blog. It’s been more than a year since I posted anything new, but I’m very happy to announce that I’m back on my bullshit, and I’m resurrecting Miss Misery. The new content will be a little different than it was before. To… Continue reading RETURN of the ZOMBIE BLOG!
Being a young grown-up is hard. Society expects you to work toward achieving myriad family, education, career, and financial goals - all at the same time. I've struggled for years to devise a system that allows me to get through the day, let alone work toward these longterm goals. After spending a painful amount of… Continue reading +10 Adulting Points
For the past three years, I've been experiencing dissociative episodes. These are periods of minutes to hours where my I claw my way through a set of unpleasant mental and physical symptoms that occur simultaneously. At its root, this is most likely a psychological phenomenon not unlike post-traumatic stress disorder: because I'm been traumatized before,… Continue reading Why I Dissociate
"I always run into the same issue when I fall down the rabbit hole of learning about schizophrenia: it scares the living hell out of me.
More than any other reason, that's because I can relate so thoroughly to its symptoms."