Not being able to get whatever you want from life, and surrounding yourself with dark depressing thoughts all the time and most importantly with constant over thinking would lead anyone to a psychiatrist.
All of that
motivated me enough for sure!
It’s funny
and not so funny at the same time.
The idea of
self isolating and not being able to relate with the people and the environment
around you is mostly dependent on the choices which you have made in your life.
You cannot
blame your past or the people around you for your condition.
It is entirely
your responsibility.
I was fed up
of myself, my state of mind and of the future.
I felt
hopeless and miserable to an extent that I had become numb and silent for an
entire week.
Obviously it
was all accompanied by Insomnia, anger spells, panic attacks and cries.
According to
the popular opinion of my surroundings, it’s all because of me not doing
anything and the lack of ambition and purpose in my life.
Another opinion
was that I have become delusional which I am totally agreeing with.
I know for a
fact that it’s not just me there are many of us who even when while keeping themselves
so occupied and ticking all the necessary boxes which are essential acquire
stability in their lives have somehow gotten succumb to the stress and have
been declared as mentally ill.
Being diagnosed
with mental illness is as serious as getting diagnosed with terminal disorder, saying
it just for the record.
It’s still a
stigma in our society but it’s as rough and hard on you as any terminal
illness.
Trust me.
You know
when a person irrespective of their gender decides to ask for help how much
courage it actually requires.
It’s completely
acceptable that most of us are somewhat stressed and pressured but inability to
cope up with the stress or your surroundings can lead to severe consequences in
your daily lives and up on your mental health.
Well enough
with the melodrama.
I finally
took the decision to seek help. I know it’s not a big deal for everybody else
but for a person like me who is extremely curious and wants to know the why
behind everything it was a massive step.
It’s a not a
fairytale that, I found my issue I dealt with it and now I am in a ‘happily
ever after’ state.
To be
honest, my story which felt like a dead end a week ago has begun again.
That ‘visiting
a psychiatrist’ move actually helped me redefine certain aspects of my
personality which got unquestionably disguised under the dark cloud of
hopelessness and despair:
I am a way
too courageous than how much I undermine myself.
I have some
great amount of patience and gratitude indebted in my core personality.
I know when
exactly to ask for help and to remain resilient with my decisions.
I am very individualistic
and opinionated.
I can
channelize my over thinking into imagination and creativity. (‘Become
productive now!’ (Like how ‘they’ all speak to me))
I can get
completely vulnerable in front of a stranger, which actually comes from a safe
place of being secure about my insecurities.
I was wondering
why I was panicking, and the answer I got from me today is very simple; I am
doing less and thinking more.
I have
filled my mind with the thoughts of fears and failures, and that is why it’s
being wildly reflected back at me.
Whether in
the form of panic attacks or may be as simply as not being able to get back up
and continuously revisiting opinions of other people who don’t even know what I
am aiming for.
So, for now I
can’t change my immediate environment and I can’t change their views but what
can I do for myself is completely change my inner environment and let me be at
peace with myself first in order to take major action in my life, starting with
coming to terms with my idea of how I want to live my life and accepting that
it’s alright if people have their views contrary to mine.
At least in
that manner, I am agreeing to disagree.
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