So, I’m writing again. Which is interesting, because for the past year I haven’t really had any inspiration to write anything. Yet here I am, back to my normal soap box about mental illness with my 13 Reasons Why post, and over on my tumblr I’m writing poetry because I met someone who inspires me quite a bit. Which is weird. I’m in a new place that I haven’t ever been before, and I’m going to write my way through it.
If you missed my twitter rant about my current mental health, let me recap: I’ve been slowly losing my mind with the last month of school. My anxiety has been the highest it has ever been, and my mind has been spinning stories of failing to finish online classes and the internet crashing for a week, and I started losing sleep, a lot of sleep. I maybe got 2 hours a night for about 12 nights. It was rough. The day after that 12th night of horrible sleep, I had to hand in a draft of my capstone paper, and present/lead a discussion on one of my sources. My stomach was in knots, because as you all should know, I have horrible social anxiety and I hate standing up in front of people and talking. Somehow, I managed to not only stand up there and talk about this research study, but I was able to do it well. Really well. I’ve sat through everyone else in the class giving these presentations. You can always tell who really understands their study and who doesn’t. You can also tell who is really into what they’re talking about and who isn’t. Well, I knew my study really well, and my topic is one that I’m super passionate about: the positive effects of gaming. The class got to the point where they started asking me general questions about gaming and what else my paper covers, instead of just discussing the one source I was presenting on. I don’t think I’ve ever been that sleep deprived in my entire life, but I still managed to absolutely rock that presentation. And, not to toot my own horn, but I got a 100% on that presentation. toot toot.
I’m still medicated. Klonopin. I get to add a new drug to the list of everything I’ve ever been prescribed. Back in the day no doctor dared to give me a benzodiazepine, because of the abuse risk. So I’m obviously making progress. And this is just a short term thing to get me through the end of the semester without having a heart attack. I’m actually a big fan of this low dose. It doesn’t make me sleepy. I’m just mellow. My stomach isn’t constantly in knots and I can actually think coherently because I’m not trying to focus on 1000 different things at once. If this is how people without anxiety feel all the time, I am insanely jealous of all of you.
Social media is full of people posting their life highlights:
I’m so blessed and honored to announce that I have accepted a position at XYZ company!
I’m just kind of over it. People struggle. With mental illness, with family, with relationships. I want to be real. That’s what this blog started as, and even though I was delusional at the time and writing things that didn’t always hold up to facts, writing here helped me, and I know some of the things I’ve written have helped others as well.
I’m two weeks away from what I’m referring to as THE GREAT UNKNOWN. I gave my official two weeks at my crappy retail job today because I’ve been there for a year and I just can’t keep doing it. If it were more fast-paced, I think I could, but being bored for hours on end is just mind numbing to me.
I’ve decided to stay in Columbia. I was originally thinking about moving to STL and taking this great paying retail job at Neiman Marcus. I turned it down. I want more out of my life than that. I want to do something that actually matters. There’s so much bad shit going on in the world right now and I want to help people in some way. I want to make an impact.
I’m looking at graduate programs. I’m not entirely sure where I want to go or what I want to do. I’m very interested in neuropsych. The human brain fascinates me to no end. I know I want to do clinical work, because I’m not a lab rat. I need to connect with people and not just hole up in front of a computer reading data for hours on end. I couldn’t do that. So I’m applying for clinical jobs, and I’m going to volunteer at various places. I’m terrified, because there’s no solid plan here, but I’m happy and excited and I feel like for once in my life my past isn’t holding me back anymore.
For a long time I held back because I felt like the world was waiting for me to fail. It’s so interesting the effect that time and self-reflection has on your perspectives. I’m so indifferent about people that I once used to loathe. Things change. Time really does heal. And people grow up.
So this is my journey into the great unknown. I’m graduating college on May 13th, and then I’m just gonna wing it. What else can you do?