It is exhausting to live with both anxiety and depression. It is a daily struggle. People promise me that things will eventually get better, but a voice in my head tells me that my life is not worth living. That I am not worth it. The emotional pain is spreading in my body, making it hard to function or do anything well. I would gladly welcome death. The internal debate of suicide is heated in my mind whenever I am in a depressive episode. Depression has taken over me, and I feel like I have lost all control of my emotions. Don’t ask me why I am depressed. Because I have no idea. When I do open up to people, it is not for attention. It is a call for help, wishing that they will not be judgmental about my inability to be happy, because I am self-critical enough. I don’t want others to reiterate that. Continue reading “Anxiety and Depression”
Transitions. They are the worst, whether it’s going into vacation or transitioning into school. The lack of routine and structure bothers her much, and she has been feeling anxious about it. There has also been a lack of motivation and energy to study or do anything productive. She would lie in her bed till 9 or 10 every morning and still feel tired. She would stare blankly at the chemistry notes for half an hour. Too much free time makes her addicted to her devices, surfing the net until her eyes hurt. In her mind, she is feeling lost, angry, empty, sad, confused, and anxious. The change is too great, too sudden, too much unstructured free time, and she is not used to making her own schedules because someone else makes them all at school. The routine is no longer simply Danbing, bus, classes, lunch, classes, bus, homework. She still does not know what it is, because it is different every day. Continue reading “Transitions”
Life has not been easier. After two years of getting my hopes up, it seems like my struggles with depression and anxiety still persist. It seems like each day is just as bad as the day before. It does not help when parents do not understand. They don’t, and I feel like it is my fault because I have trouble verbalizing my thoughts and emotions. When there is no communication, the only thing that can happen is miscommunication. I do know that I have an amazing support system at school. For the past three years, my school counselor tirelessly listened to my silence, my rants, and my sobbing. My teachers generously make accommodations for me. My mentor patiently speaks life into me. Different from many high school students, I choose to unravel myself at school, where I feel the safest. Still, I find myself struggling to survive. My life becomes a series of meaningless motions, connected together without a purpose. I feel like I am walking up a mountain with a backpack full of rocks. The problem is – this mountain is infinitely tall. My efforts to cope with my emotions are useless. I still get stuck in loops of thoughts, panic attacks, and sad attacks (a term I use to describe sudden, unexplainable sadness).
Where do I find hope to live on?
My counselor answered:
You find it in friends
Walks in the sun
His answer made me think. Are these earthly pleasures worth living for? Do they bring meaning and purpose in my life?
As a Christian, I know I should “do God’s will” and find purpose in living for Christ. But these words just seem empty to me. Honestly, I feel mad at God for allowing so much suffering in my life. He is supposed to be the Healer…
I am trying to come up with a response to this by writing about it, but I cannot. I can only pray that God will give me more wisdom and understanding, and one day He will restore everything back to the way it should have been. Now I will pray and go to sleep.
Summarizing progresses and achievements that I am thankful for this school year:
- Stronger support system
- Better expression of thoughts and emotions verbally and written
- Piano recital
- Researching a lot on Autism and going to Dr. Shore’s conference
- Surviving the service trip and enjoying it despite the challenges
- Getting to know my classmates and making good friends
- Taking difficult AP courses and doing well
- Knowing my limitations when I cannot do presentations or seminars
- Asking for help when I am unsafe
- Moving towards openness with parents
- Learning more about myself in many aspects (triggers to anxiety/sadness, capable of speaking sometimes in class or in presentations, new, healthier coping skills, perseverance of smoothing cement, recovering traumatic memories, quick learner at card/board games)
- Starting both anti-anxiety meds and antidepressants, which were both seemingly impossible when the school year started
- Growing in wisdom by reading Proverbs with my mentor
Summarizing things to work on/continue working on and praying for:
- Better communication skills with parents, counselors, teachers, peers
- Learning to recognize that people are created for community, that I don’t have to isolate myself when I am struggling
- Taking deep breaths and practicing visualization
- Working through the memories
- Learning how to be a servant leader
- Reducing insecurity, fear, anxiety, sadness and increasing joy, peace, love, courage
- Being comfortable of who God made me to be and embracing my identity rather than thinking that I am an alien-like monster all the time
I watch my brother lie in his bedroom with the turquoise curtains drawn and walls closing in as if extracting all the life from him. The bookshelves sway like sluggish waves in his blurry vision. The words on the randomly lain textbooks flutter on voidness and neglect. The clamorous debate over death heightens as the resonating isolation amplifies over all else. Life is too much for him to bear. Before I could come up with a hopeful word for my brother, he reaches out to his vibrating phone.
“Do you want to come out? I’m here waiting for you.” I watch him shudder as he responds. Blinking his swollen eyes, he says, “Come. It’s time to tell her.” Gathering up all his energy, he splashes water on his tear stained countenance and crawls out of his room of invisibility and hibernation. Continue reading “Short story on suicidal thoughts”
When I got home from school today, I escaped into my imagination. I regressed into a 5 year old or younger. I constructed for myself a blankey world – a world based on patterns and math. While everything is made up of pixels and routine, it is diverse and fun. It is a world that neither has the vague area of gray nor the boring blacks and whites. It has the color of blankey! People in blankey world are comfortable with abiding by the rules and living out the pattern of blankey, respecting each other and respecting the silence. Everyone speaks the same language in the same literal, predictable way so that there is no misunderstanding figurative meaning. People here do not feel pressured to communicate and are happy to be their own unique quiet selves…