Sick Vs. Taboo

This topic has been spoken and written about so much I’m hesitant to write about it myself simply because I’m no professional or expert.
I just have what I’d personally call a glimpse into the world of it. I only know what I know because I’ve experienced it. I only learned more about it by reading, observing and self-reflection. While reading and self-reflecting is rather obvious I’d like to further explain what I mean by observing.
I’ve observed because I’ve known or know people who have gone through depression. I’ve learned by reading their body language only because I’ve known them for years. I know how they act without a depression and with one.

My depression was never that severe. I had weekly sessions with a psychologist at one point by my own free will but while it was considered to possibly be necessarily I never had to be admitted to a psych ward. Not without my approval at least.

The reason I decided to write this now is honestly petty but without tearing down all the walls I’ve built up over the years all at once, which I’m not ready for just yet, this is my only way of viewing my own opinion on this topic.

Recently there was a case that brought depression and suicidal tendencies to light while I was around the one’s speaking about it. I kept quiet and listened instead of saying anything.
Having being diagnosed with it I’ve learned how to hide a lot of things. Basically all emotions expect happiness, anger and frustration. I’ve learned to hide what I consider to be humans strongest ways of showing emotions, sadness.
Hearing someone I’ve known since I was a kid telling how they considered hirself good at recognizing someone being sick made me more sad than anything else for selfish reasons but also because while I never asked for help just having someone who knew without being told would have made this burden a lot easier.

With that being said, seeing the signs in someone you don’t know can be easier in some ways. There is no barriers that keeps you subconsciously thinking that the person don’t show signs of battling a depression before weeks or months later. It could be because you haven’t seen each other in person for some weeks or months or because the person is doing its best to hide the signs.
But, the signs of depression in someone you know should be noticed just a few days later if you spend a lot of time with that person. Sleep pattern, eating pattern, lack of emotions or showing too much of it, gets overwhelmed more easily, things that the person normally don’t get annoyed or frustrated about easily can push make hir angry and the list goes on.
Like I said, I’m no professional.

For around a year now I’ve considered seeking help, not for the depression, but to put some of the thoughts I have on my mind to rest. Having thought about changing my name on multiple occasions and just starting a new life in a new country because it’s easier, well, it’s tiresome. It’s painful and frustrating.
It shouldn’t be necessarily to hide who I am and how I feel because some people, a lot of people, will react badly to it. Hopefully not because they are unwilling to believe it or just generally being close minded but because I’ve never even mentioned it to them before. How could I with the comments I’ve heard them say or the way they react to such things? Ridiculing mental health issues, homophobic remarks and laughter will never be acceptable in my eyes. I could never make someone change their opinion or religion because I don’t think that way or believe in what they do but I can respect it. I can respect that we have different opinions, religion and to agree to disagree.

I have a bad habit of trusting people too fast with certain things and I’m working on changing that. I get that trust misused too much for it to be worth it.
What I won’t change is the amount of respect I show others. No matter how much I disagree with the person, how different our opinions and views are, whether or not I know the person or dislike the person for who knows what reasons that might be. I will always respect them as a person.
If a person is able to make me lose all trust and respect it’s for very specific reasons. Abuse, rape, cheating and pointless theft is so far the few things that have made me lose respect for someone and I can luckily count the amount of people on one hand. Those three is someone I will never be able to trust or respect again. Not the way I used to at least. I’ve cut contact with two of those so far and I don’t regret it for a second.
The third one is a little more complicated to cut contact with for various reasons.

I seem to have gotten a little sidetracked.

Some people seem to think being sick is something that goes away if you just decide for it to happen.
When did those people every get healthy after a day with flu by just ‘getting over it’? I doubt they’d say ‘I just didn’t try hard enough’.
Mental health is still taboo. Just getting enough sleep, a proper diet, smiling enough, trying and getting over it is not how it works.
I sometimes find myself wishing that those people get to experience how it feels like only to get treated the same way they treat others. I have a wish that maybe, just maybe, they would be able to realize that depression and anxiety is real. It’s a battle. A battle many people have lost.

Sometimes starting fresh is all I can think about at times.
New name, identity and new country.
I’m stuck with a name I want to change, a body I hate and people who would look at me like I’m insane if I told the truth.

What this community allows me to write about it the truth. It might be behind a different name than what I’ve been born with but it’s a name I’d choose in a second if I had the courage for it.

~Kes

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One Step At A Time

It seems like every time I manage to drag myself up that pitch dark hole I fall again.
The worst part is that I just allow it to happen. I don’t try to fight it anymore. No point of trying to crawl up a hole when you’re still falling, right?

Depression is something I’ve battled with for years. I’ve tried fighting it, allowing it to drown me, something in-between, psychologist, medications and choices I wish I didn’t consider an option to deal with it all.

After what I personally consider a incompetent therapist I decided to go back to battling it all on my own without help, without medications and still without anyone knowing about it. I don’t want to involve people I care about in a battle going on in my mind. It’s not a pretty view. Though, sometimes I’m not able to hide it, blame it on lack of sleep, too much work. It can be because the lack of energy or lack of mental strength.

A little over a week ago I decided to get a gym membership. I’ve wanted to start gaining muscles and, of course, weight for years but the thought of being around people have made me avoid it. Once I bought the membership all I felt was regret and panic but thankfully I didn’t have to go alone. A good friend and co-worker decided to get a membership as well and I’m currently only going three days a week because I haven’t been working out in many years. Once my body get used to it I will add one day at a time until I reach five days a week. Going early, before work, usually means there’s few to no other people in the gym.

The only downside of it is that I’ve messed up daily routines I’ve had for years. It’s still causing me some stress because I don’t like sudden changes. I prefer to have weeks and even months to plan changes like that.
I’m also not a morning person and haven’t been one thanks to having jobs that makes me work mainly late shifts or graveyard shifts.
Recently I’ve been working day shifts which means I’m really depending on routines I know and because of that I’ve had to do some small changes like getting up earlier even if it means less sleep. That way I can still keep some of the routines I’m used to and feel a little less stressed. Now I just need to hope my brain is able to relax enough to not spend 3 hours on falling asleep.

For now I’m taking one step and a time and learning how to not spend a minute longer than needed at work. I’ve wasted too much of my free time to help without being paid for it to feel worth it anymore. I might need a new job definitely need a new job. Bad pay, bad hours and a ‘boss’ that shows little to no respect for anyone is not worth it regardless of how much you enjoy the people you’re working with.

Don’t stay at a job that slowly devours your motivation and joy for longer than needed. I wish I could say quit that very day if you realize it but getting a new job can be difficult and mortgages/rent, bills and food can’t be paid without money.

~Kes

Like a Corpse Among the Living

In the beginning I always wanted to write things that was inspiring, motivating and positive. That’s honestly not realistic. I’d basically only be showing, telling to be more precise, about less than a percent of my life.
Yet, I do that every day. I stay as positive and optimistic as I possibly can around people. It’s exhausting and I’m still in a process of coming to terms with reality. No one expects me to smile and be happy all the time. No one expect anything from me but I’ve put up a facade for so so many years that it has become a habit, a routine. I wake up, feel drained, prepare myself mentally to go out the door and head off to work.
In other words, I’ve lied too many times for me to be able to count.
If I just told the truth my life could have been somewhat different. I can’t say if it would have been for the better or worse but at least I now wouldn’t feel like I have to slowly, painfully slow, be more honest or just allow myself to reach my limit and get burned out.

For these past months I’ve pushes my limits to the breaking point both physically and mentally. I’ve ignored my own health in favor for my job.
It’s my SO and co-workers that has to suffer for my faults and I feel terrible for letting it happen but I no longer have the mental strength to fight. I just walk around like a corpse. No purpose, no nothing.
All I feel is anger, frustration and like I’m falling apart. Difficult to smile when that’s the last thing you want to do.
My way of coping right now is thinking that tomorrow will get better. Tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow will be a new start.

I’m tired. Tired of pretending like I’m alright because I’m not. I’m barely hanging on but tomorrow will be a new day. I’ll have some of my energy recharged.

I still have a fight in me. I won’t be giving up anytime soon. I just might need some help to continue.

It’s time for me to methodically tear down the wall I’ve built up.
I can’t and won’t continue living like a shadow, a living corpse.

It’s time to slowly live the life I want on my terms.

Going Back in Time

I could spend hours and even days and months on thinking.

Thinking about what I could have done different.
All the ‘What If’ questions.

Thinking about what I could have said differently.
All the regrets for ‘why’ and the wishes of ‘if I just said..’

Thinking about how my life could have been.
If I just had been honest.
If I just asked for help.
If I just didn’t hide.

If I just didn’t lock away parts of myself.
If I just didn’t fear it.

I just want a new name.
A life to call my own.

A chance to live without chains.

 

Withering Away

For these past x-amount of years I have known that I’ve allowed myself to wither.
At first I just did not have the strength, physically or mentally, to do something to prevent it. I had nothing that made me want to prevent it.
No motivation, no willpower and no inspiration to pull me out of the pitch black hole I was stuck in. I spent all my energy on hiding the fact that I was struggling to everyone. I was too stubborn and scared to ask for help or tell anyone in general that I was just sinking deeper and deeper. Drowning.
This led to many choices I regret now. Choices I am ashamed of and I wouldn’t do again if I had the chance to go back in time.

Now, many years later, I regret not asking for help, keeping quiet about it and trying to pretend like there was nothing wrong. There’s many quotes that says it’s never too late. While there is some truth to it there’s the part of breaking what have become an integrated pattern. A habit.

It took many years to realize what it was that made me feel different. I couldn’t quite explain or understand it but I knew it in some way or another. I didn’t and I still don’t feel comfortable in the norms society seem to expect every individual to follow.
Considering today’s society has come a long way since I was a kid I hope it’s easier for the younger generation to be themselves. There’s still a long way to go thanks to people who makes being open difficult by ridiculing everything and even if I can’t say for sure it feels like there are many ‘facts’ out in the world because of close-minded and hateful human beings. No one is perfect but I’ve always wished that a basic amount of respect is given at any time. Having different opinions, religion and culture doesn’t mean it’s impossible to respect someone. Accept that there are differences and respect each others views. It’s not a perfect system but it can work.

Feeling like you have to hide part of yourself or completely act like someone else is painful. It’s draining. It’s stressful. It’s.. Difficult to be open the longer you hide especially when you have depended on lies, fear and listening to people you thought you knew laugh at, make fun of and basically end it all with “It was just a joke”, “I just wanted to see how you reacted” and “There’s no reason to get angry”.

I’ve slowly pushed myself to be more open. To speak my mind regardless of the result even if it means I’ll be cut out of people’s lives. and to listen to my body and mind because I’m still withering.

My weight has always been low but after some years I finally was able to gain a few pounds. In less than a year I lost nearly 11 pounds. Other than eating more there has been no change in my diet and my sleeping pattern is as normal as it can be from shift work.

Working out on a daily basis is something I’m trying to get used to as well even though that plan failed once I got some time off from work. I’ve honestly spent more time on sleeping, eating and watching movies. I fear going back to work will mess up that plan even more since I’ll be working 10 days in a row.

I’m not really sure where I’m going with all of this but having one positive thing to look forward to every day is something I’ve realized is needed for me personally.
I tried to look forward to when I was done at work but that’s not really positive at all. If you constantly count down the hours until your day at work is over there is something wrong. There will be days where you can’t wait to get home for one reason or another but wanting to get home just because you don’t want to stay at work anymore shouldn’t be a reason.

Wanting to get home to spend time with your SO, pets, family, the list is endless, is always a good reason.
I might be socially awkward but I’d personally want a reason to look forward to a day off where  I could do something I want by myself but an apartment don’t clean itself, the pets can’t feed themselves and once all of that is done I have little time for hobbies. I don’t even have kids and I struggle to find time for stuff that needs to get done. Not to mention money..

I’m not sure how much I can handle but what I do know is that my mental state is close to get ripped to pieces. Maybe that’s a good thing.
Different day, same sh*t. It feels like I push a Repeat Button every night because I can’t remember anything new happening for several years. I can’t even remember what I did two days ago most of the time.

Mountain hiking, traveling to new places, meeting new people or people you’ve wanted to meet, trying something new, acquiring new skills and feeling like you’ve done something worth remembering or looking forward to is things I consider positive things. I’ve only done two of those for these past 4 years.

Something needs to change but it can’t happen before I start dealing with the underlying issues. Depression and identity issues is just the obvious causes.

Not really sure what more I can write because the reason for why I began writing this got lost 800 words ago.

Don’t ignore or suppress parts of yourself. It’s never worth it. Reach out and ask for help if needed.

~Kes.

 

Finding Happiness in the Small Moments.

Happiness is a weird thing because it never seem to last.
That’s the thing about happiness, right?
It’s not supposed to last. We need our days where it’s not present.
Not because we want to but because it’s a part of our life.
There will always be losses, some more unfair than others, but we’re not made to live forever. As saddening and painful as it is death is still a part of being able to live.
There will be days where the happiness feels so far out of reach regardless of reason because the reasons is endless and a chapter for itself.
There will be days where happiness, sadness and anger seems to be changing every minute.
And there will be days where you feel happy constantly even though you know it won’t stay this way and this is where I personally struggle.

I can’t fully accept feeling happy because I know it can change in a matter of seconds.
Why bother allowing myself to feel happy when I know it will cause me to fall if I do?
I have my days or even week where I feel happy, positive, productive like never before and my motivation and view on the future makes me believe it’s possible to actually do the things I want, that failure is always an option and that it’s OK to actually feel confident in myself.
The realization that I can’t because everything costs ridiculous amounts of money, time and energy I don’t have comes crashing. I fall and can’t get up for days, weeks or months.

I’m basically terrified of feeling happy
No, I’m terrified of feeling anything other than neutral. Yeah, that sounds a little more correct.

I’m not an easy person to be around, to live with or one to show affection to for the lack of a better word and for that reason I often feel emotionally inept.
While I do have empathy and sympathy and understand the basic human emotions such as happiness, sadness, anger and fear I personally don’t know how to react to some of them.
Happiness, anger and fear is impossible not to feel in the right situations.
I smile and laugh a lot more than what some might think.
I get annoyed easily but angry is not something I can say I get often because I bottle it up until I can’t take it anymore. Not a good way of dealing with anger. It can often lead to a wish for having handled said situation differently.
Fear is one thing I’m not sure how to explain because it feels rather.. Obvious.
Sadness is where I get a little hypocritical.
There is nothing wrong with feeling sad and telling someone about it.
Crying or asking for help is not a weakness. It actually shows strength.

Yet, I’m unable to do that myself.
I can no longer remember the reason because it honestly don’t matter anymore but as a kid I was told to leave the room or stop crying around the person who told me that. I did.
I gradually shut down more and more until all I was able to show was anger.
I stopped telling people in general things. I lied. It was easier at the time.
I spiraled down in a depression and I never really physically told anyone about it. Even now, years later, no one really knows. I did seek professional help once but it only made me feel worse. No professional should ever utter the words “You do realize there is people feeling worse than you?”. It wasn’t worth my money after that.

I don’t know how I’m supposed to react to my own sadness. The last time I broke down in tears in front of a person I ended up hyperventilating and puking. That was years ago.
Now I just bottle it all up and wait until I know there’s no one around. Easier said than done.

I just know it’s time I need to work on these things. A change needs to be made.

I need to allow myself to feel happy and accept that it’s about the small moments.
I can’t do that without acknowledging that it won’t happen easily if I can’t allow myself to feel anything else.

I’m not really sure where I’m going with this anymore.

I guess it’s a way of admitting that the facade I’ve kept for all these years is about to fall apart. I don’t have the energy to keep it up anymore. A fake smile won’t last forever.

I feared I’d erase all of this if I stopped writing to avoid openly admitting it.
Maybe I will eventually

Feeling happy yet unhappy at the same time can get a little confusing.
Is this what I want with me life? Do I deserve it?
Maybe a fresh start would change something? Maybe I’d be able to be myself without hiding parts of me?

 

 

Identity & the Comfort of Knowing

There’s 7.5 billion people living in this world. We might have the same opinions, the same eye color, hair color, hobbies and job but in the end we’re all individuals.  We all feel, think and react differently.

For me personally not knowing or not having a way to describe and explain things is one of the best ways of slowly tormenting myself. It’s not a life or death situation but until I find the best term, word or way of explaining or/and describing said thing I’m unable to stop thinking about it and eventually it cause me unnecessary stress and a constant state of feeling uncomfortable.

Not caring about the name, or label if you like, when it who I like and feel attracted to is one thing. I don’t need a name for that and that might have something to do with the fact that I already know there is a term for it. I know because I spent years finding a word I could use that I felt comfortable with using and once I did it didn’t matter. I like people based on the persons personality, their smile and eyes.
I’m not going to lie, certain features attracts me more than others but in the end it’s the personality that matters in my eyes. That’s just my personal opinion.

When it comes to my body I feel lost. I feel confused and I feel defeated.

My height and weight is one thing that does not make that easier.
The height is not something I can’t do much with, not that’s worth the pain and time it will take at least but my weight is something I’m working on changing.
I’m currently 19 lbs away from my weight goal and most of those pounds will be gained by building muscles. This will not only hopefully help my body hurt less but also make me feel more comfortable in general.

My voice is also something I can’t do much about yet. I’ve always wanted to have it changed just not with medications. Like in the past all I can do know is to work on accepting it day by day.

There’s a few other things I’ve written about that can be found by clicking this link Gender Identity: Personal View
In short, changes that costs quite a bit and most of them might never happen.
What I can do is having my name changed and have some of my insides put out of use.

Now for the part of my personal torment and agony.
How can I explain to someone something I’ve felt for years? Something I’ve kept hidden and silent about?
How can explain when I don’t have the proper word for how uncomfortable I feel in my own body?
I don’t feel fully uncomfortable in my own body. My voice and my height seems to automatically make people feel comfortable throwing words and statements in my face. The one bothering me the most must me “Oh, you can’t lift that heavy. Remember you’re going to have a kid one day”. I wasn’t able to give a comment on so instead I just started doing exactly what I was told not to do to prove I’m perfectly capable of carrying heavy objects. It sure messed up my back though. The upper part is something I can hide without all too much effort and with the few options I have.

I want to change my name, get a new passport. A new start I guess.
But how?
I can have it changed rather fast if I just want but there will be questions that I can’t answer because I lack a way of explaining an describing it all.
I feel no need for medications and most operations other than the things mentioned already.
I’ve tried to make myself believe that saying “This is just me” or “I’m just me” is enough but my mind always ends up trying to find a proper word and a way of explaining.

I don’t feel like I can’t be myself unless I have a way of explaining it.
I don’t want to constantly feel confused, like I can’t fully be myself or that I need to hide.

This is not much information but for anyone reading this and maybe feel the same or have felt the same I’d appreciate any feedback. This shouldn’t need to be an issue in today’s society.
This is just my little obsession. I can’t stop thinking about things once I first have made the decision to get an answer.

I’m the person that spends almost a year trying to find a song I suddenly thought about from years back but couldn’t even remember the lyrics or the melody for it. I only remembered the cover of the CD. No band name. I found it though.

~Kes

Chained, broken and unloved

I have no place to call home

Just broken dreams

And a disturbed reality

 

I feel dead inside

My smile and laughter

It’s paid for and fake

 

Without this or that

In my current life

It might be fear

Panic and disbelief

I’m tired of pretending

The act and the ignorance

 

I’d blame the time-zone

But it’s the people I can’t stand

I want to run

Disappear and start again

 

These lies are falling apart

I’m running out of excuses

Or the obvious bullshit

That I’m forced to maintain

 

This is not who I am

 

 

 

 

 

 

Same Sh*t, Different Day.

Where do I start?

What do I write?

It’s been such a long month.

Physically I’m a mess.

Mentally I’m withering away.

I’m exhausted.

The normal excuses don’t work.

Who’d believe a walking corpse?

I fought. I crawled.

This is not what I wanted.

This is not what I planned.

The smiles are fake.

The society is at blame.

“How are you doing?” you might ask.

I’ll just say “I’m OK”.

I’m good. I’m fine.

It’s not my life anyway.

I’ll keep pretending until I get taken away.

Acceptance should be easy.

I’m an illness to some.

A joke to others.

And an attention seeker for the rest.

I did not ask for this body.

This name or this life.

I just want to be me.

Whoever that might be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chained, Broken and Unloved

I feel broken and alone.
No words are left untold.
We’re meant to be.
Or is it all a lie?
This is nothing but a thought.

I force myself to believe.
This reality is just a dream.
Happy thoughts.
What’s wrong with me?

It’s beginning to sink in.
I chained my soul.
I’m broken not unloved.
I want to be free.

It’s all too surreal.
A never-ending dream.
I can’t even scream.
I need to break free.
Let this be a dream