Been kind of quiet the last few days. I’m still going to bed around 10pm and waking up for good around 4 or 5 am. It feels like I get more done throughout the day now. I don’t know if that’s just my perception fooling me, but I do feel more productive and energetic on days I wake up early. I’ve been a night owl most of my life but that seems to be changing the older I get. I’ve felt less anxious and paranoid since I started going to bed earlier. Been doing this for a few months now.
Been feeling pretty stable. I still have minor flare ups once in awhile. But they usually quickly pass after several minutes. I think they are getting easier to manage all the time. I can be irritable and anxious, yet if I keep silent almost no one knows I feel any kind of anxiety or irritability. I never thought I was good at keeping my feelings and thoughts to myself. But maybe I’m getting better about this in adult hood. Some days I don’t socialize much. Yet it seems to keep me sane and well grounded. Sometimes my friends and family are going to be in foul moods. It seems to be best if I avoid them on days when they are. Sometimes I’m in a foul mood. And it’s better when I avoid people when I’m in those funks.
I decided I’m not going to my class reunion. I’m not sore at anyone from back home or anything like that. It’s just I don’t have much in common with most of the people I grew up with anymore. Adult hood has a way of changing a person. I’m not the same person at age 39 I was at age 17. Sometimes it feels like I’m looking at someone else’s life when I think back on my teenage years. I was back in my hometown last slightly over a year ago. I didn’t recognize most people living there anymore. Most of the teachers and mentors I had as a kid are either elderly or dead. Most my friends from that era have moved far away. Some of them aren’t the people who would enjoy reunions and probably won’t be going. My closest friends live at least a three hour drive away from me anymore. My parents and brother live two states away. And while I’m on friendly terms with most people in my complex, even after thirteen years at my current apartment I still don’t feel like I fit in. I hope that is my illness talking and not what is really going on.
One of the lousiest parts of my illness is that I am never sure where I stand with anyone. I’m not even sure where I stand with my best friends and family many times unless they specifically tell me we are on good terms. The illness makes it easy to jump to conclusions and form fears that aren’t based in any reality. And it doesn’t help that I tend to over think and over analyze people and situations naturally. I know my desire for constant reassurance annoys friends and family. I am convinced it killed my ability to enjoy dating or even get dates to begin with. As it is I haven’t been on a date in a dozen years and I don’t want to date ever again. It’s just more headaches for me than it’s worth. At this point in my life I greatly prefer friendships to romances. I never understood why it was such a bad thing to be friends with a dating interest or a spouse. And I never will. The fact that almost half of marriages end in divorce and a significant portion of those that do last for life are unhappy drudgeries tells me that we as a modern society are doing dating and marriage all wrong. People are not meant to spend their lives in drudgery, anguish, misery, and desperation.
As much as the mental illness knocks me down on occasion, I am overall happy and content with my life. Sure I could stand to lose some weight and isolate less. I probably will live longer if I drop some weight and be more social. As far as how my life has turned out, it could be much worse with this illness. At least I’m not dead or in prison. At least I don’t have addictions. At least I don’t have debts. At least I’m on good terms with my family and have managed to keep some really cool friends. And even the ones I’ve lost contact with over the years we can probably pick up if we ever encounter each other. Considering the illness I really don’t have many regrets I could have done anything different about.
I haven’t been socializing much lately outside of family and close friends. I don’t post on facebook much anymore because I have better uses of my time than debate and defend myself against negative and toxic people. It seems to me that the negativity on social media tends to ebb and flow, almost like the tides. And sometimes I have runs where I’m the only one I know (it seems) who even tries to stay optimistic and positive. In cases like this, a vacation from the social media circus is in order. I’ve been doing this for several days now. I still go on once or twice a day just to see if my friends, family, and chat groups are up to anything new. And in cases when everything is going negative and irritable, I limit my responses and posts to bare minimum. I try not to philosophize and ask deep questions anymore, even on friends sites. It’s kind of tough as I am a bit of a philosopher and researcher by nature. Have been my entire life. Joe Rogan put it well when he said to the effect ‘do high achievers spend their time answering critics on twitter?’ Of course not. I doubt most high achievers and celebrities spend much time on social media. I imagine most of their posts are really done by a public relations worker.
I used to live on social media. It could be fun and it could also be stressful. But like any new tech advances, there is a a learning curve to social media. I try not to post things I know will start unneeded arguments. And let’s be honest, most arguments on social media are not needed and aren’t productive. I doubt scientists trying to accomplish things like making safe AI, trying to crack nuclear fusion, trying to cure cancer, or develop treatments to slow aging, etc. are getting into twitter arguments or trolling scientists working for rival companies or universities. But I guess I don’t see as nasty and personal of insults online as I did even a couple years ago. It still happens, but I think an unwritten code of ethics and conduct is starting to develop when it comes to social media.
But I still make a point of avoiding people when they are being negative. I certainly avoid toxic people who run down other people, especially those trying to do something constructive with their lives. I guess I really don’t have the patience to put up with negative people. I don’t want to be bothered with them. Let them stay away until they stop being so negative and irritable. My mental illness makes it easier to sink into negativity than it would for most other people. That’s why I force myself to read optimistic literature and search for good news stories. I am not a natural optimist. But I do look at data and trends.
I avoid negative and toxic people but not out of spite. I avoid these people because I don’t want to be toxic and negative myself. I have had many bouts of negativity and depression over the years. I’ll probably be more prone to fall into negativity and toxic behavior for the rest of my life, barring some major breakthroughs in medical and psychological treatments. I avoid toxic and negative people for my own health and well being. It’s nothing personal.
Been feeling decent overall the last several days. I haven’t had much for flare ups lately. I think it helps I cut back on caffeine and sugar. Too much of either can make me irritable and sluggish. One of my neighbors recently moved out so it’s been quieter than usual lately in my complex. I signed another lease last week, so that’s finally taken care of. I guess I was delaying and worrying over nothing. Since I emailed my bank and social security disability information to my landlady a couple weeks earlier, all I had to do was sign a bunch of papers. It took maybe fifteen minutes overall. I was fretting and worrying over something that turned out to be far easier than I thought. As I had been fighting excessive paranoia and anxiety this winter and spring I was worried about the whole process. I was even worried I might get evicted.
I guess I have experienced too much negativity in my life that I pretty much expect the worst anymore. I have lost jobs and friends for some very petty reasons. After going through that several times, I became convinced anyone in authority can mess me over for whatever reason they see fit and there isn’t anything I can do about it. It didn’t help any that, in the past, when I asked for help, I was too often denied help and even condemned for asking for help. It came to where I had zero trust of authority figures for anything. Anymore I just try to stay low and out of sight. I can’t stop authority from messing me over, I can only lower the chances that they do. I never understood why it makes some people feel important when they screw over someone who can’t fight back. And I never will.
Overall I try to stay out of sight, out of mind with almost everyone who isn’t friend or family anymore. I am tired of putting up with irritable and angry people. And I especially hate sarcasm and snark. Neither are original anymore. I think empathy and compassion is the new edgy and rebellion. It sickens me how most people I know and hear from every day have no empathy for others. And it spills into all aspects of life. I’m tired of dealing with it. I’m going hermit until people come to their senses. If you have nothing decent to say or are just going to be a pessimist all the time, don’t waste my time. I lost years of my life being a pessimist and believing everything sucked and was only getting worse. I hate pessimists. They just drain the life and joy out of everything they encounter. And they certainly never propose solutions. And I no longer want to hear it. I have dealt with schizophrenia for over twenty years, yet I am more optimistic than most neurotypical people I know.
Have felt quite decent the last several days. I have been getting adequate sleep and leaving my apartment for longer periods of time. I’m keeping my apartment less cluttered lately. It doesn’t take my cleaning person as long to do her job these days. Maybe after several months of adjustments and regular maintenance I’m getting on top of hanging issues. I haven’t had much for flare ups or anxiety for over a week now. First time in months I can claim that.
I think I don’t feel much for anxiety or depression anymore is for a handful of reasons. For one, if I don’t feel like socializing I don’t do it. I don’t socialize unless I want to. Granted it means sometimes going entire days without talking to anyone. Which is alright with me. Some of my happiest times came when I was alone and allowed to read, write, and research answers to my questions without input from anyone else. And I no longer feel guilty for not wanting to socialize. Sometimes I will let the phone ring if I’m not in the mood to talk. Sometimes I’m just not in the mood to interrupt my tasks to listen to a sales pitch, or take a phone survey, or listen to my friends complain about how much their jobs suck, or about something my retired parents heard from one of their neighbors or saw on tv.
Sometimes I just don’t want to be interrupted. And most of the time mundane crap like talking about the weather, politics, the latest episode of Game of Thrones or The Kardashians, how work is going, or how my favorite sports teams are on a losing streak doesn’t interest me much. Yet most people I know want to talk about these things. Want to talk about it, okay: The weather is cloudy and humid. Politicians can’t solve technical and social problems and aren’t the gods mass media and party members make them to be and never were. Game of Thrones really laid an egg on their farewell season and angered millions of fans all over the world, including many of my closest friends. The Kardashians are famous just for being rich, pretty, and famous. Come back when they invent nuclear fusion or safe artificial super intelligence. Most people hate their jobs and work them only for the money (which isn’t that good in most cases anyway). My Huskers have had three losing seasons in the last four years but hopefully the young hotshot we have as a coach can get us winning again and the Rockies are barely breaking even and probably won’t win the pennant. I discussed all of that in less than a minute. No need to rehash it. Let’s move on.
Of course this doesn’t make me popular with my neighbors or family. Then I’ve never been popular. Popular is lowest common denominator. Popular is mundane. Popular doesn’t change the world for the better. Popular doesn’t catch the attention. Popular isn’t thought provoking. Popular is boring. Popular sucks because it stands for nothing, has no feeling, has no courage, has no magic, and inspires no one to their highest nature and capacities. I don’t care about popular. I care about making people think. And if it makes my friends, family, readers, critics, etc. angry and uncomfortable, so be it. I’d rather be persecuted for being beneficial to people than honored for catering to the base nature of our humanity.
Been feeling decent overall the last few days. Still sleeping a lot but too much sleep is better than having breakdowns. Even though I don’t leave my apartment for long periods of time, I still make it a point to stay active. I have an exercise bike I ride a little bit every day. And I have done arm weights three times a week for two months. I’m starting to notice improvements even if they aren’t coming as fast as I would like. But my health didn’t fall apart right away so it’s foolish to think I can gain it back immediately. It’s going to be a long process and it’s one I’m glad I began.
Been listening to more music lately. I renewed my subscription to Spotify a few months ago and I use it a little every day. My PC got fixed a couple weeks ago. I now have my primary gaming computer/backup to my Mac again. As much as I enjoy my computers, I was feeling like I was naked in public while running my blogs and online interactions with no backups. My PC took only a few days to fix. But my depression and anxiety has been strong enough I couldn’t bring myself to go across town to get it fixed. I finally had to sweet talk my dad into taking the computer to the shop when he was in town a few weeks ago. And to get it picked up, I sweet talked my cleaning lady/personal assistant into picking it up. It is tough for me to ask for help and admit weaknesses.
For most of my life I was the one who helped others out and voluntarily ran errands for family and friends. I was kind of a taxi service for friends and family in high school and college. I don’t remember how many times I ran friends across town or took them to restaurants when they wanted a break from the campus mess hall. Many of my friends didn’t have cars when we were in high school and college. And now I’m the one who asks for rides and delivery service because of the changing nature of my mental illness as I age.
I am convince people’s psychology does change with age. Mine certainly has. I look to avoid arguments and conflicts more now in my late 30s than I did even five years ago. I really no longer feel shame for wanting to be alone for long periods of time. And I know sometimes I can step away from friends and family for several days and pick up where I left off. A compliant of my romantic interests was that I was often too clingy and always wanted to be around my romance interests. I understand why. I wasn’t being attentive, I was being smothering. No one was meant to be all things to anyone. There are things I can talk with around family I won’t discuss with even close friends and vice versa. It took me awhile to learn that I don’t have to ask any one person to be everything for me. Mental illness stunted my social development in some ways.
In other ways it forced me to grow faster than most people. And it certainly made me question my core beliefs and who I really was and what I really liked doing. I am convinced had I never become mentally ill I would have never developed my ability as a writer and story teller. I am probably better at communication with a mental illness than I would be without one. I probably would be at a job I can’t stand because I would be too stubborn to quit and find something else.
I doubt I would have as wide a variety of interests had I remained mentally well. I know I wouldn’t have spent so many years learning different subjects at the university of Youtube videos. I have spent a shameful amount of time watching educational videos, science lectures, TED talks, and audiobooks on youtube over the last six years. And the thing is, I could spend the rest of my life learning things and I wouldn’t feel like I learned enough and don’t need to learn anymore. The more I learn, the more I realize there is even more out there. Einstein once said to the effect that the universe is far more strange than we can imagine. I’m learning that truth more and more with each passing day.
Overall I’m doing quite well. Starting to settle into summer routines even though it feels like early spring outside. I still have my bad moments, but at least they aren’t bad days now. Even my flare ups aren’t as intense as they were in recent years. My flare ups now involve more depression and less anger now. But things are looking better with each passing day.
Saw my parents a couple times over the last few days. It was good to have visitors for an extended time. I hardly get any visitors anymore. I guess I have hit the age where most of my friends are busy with their careers and families. Other than a few friends who are divorcees, I have only one close friend right who has never been married. Unfortunately he is quite busy with work and lives in another country.
I feel like I miss out on a great deal because I don’t have a family and can’t work. Most of my friends conversations revolve around work, spouses, and children. And sadly, many of my friends are also depressed and anxious. I guess with most of my friends being in their late 30s and early 40s, I imagine many are experiencing mid life crisis type things. That and pretty much everyone is more stressed now anyway. There are times I am quite stressed too even though I have no job or wife or kids. I spent most of this spring in a deep depression where I would go entire days without leaving my apartment. Some days I slept twelve to fifteen hours a day because sleep was the only time I didn’t feel anxious or depressed or irritable. I was isolating from neighbors and avoiding people because I was depressed and anxious and I was depressed and anxious because I was lonely all the time. And on it went in a vicious cycle.
I miss my friends and family. I miss having in depth and meandering conversations that cover many different topics. About the only person I have those with anymore are my mother. Everyone else seems to be hung up on work, debts, family, etc. They have become too busy earning a living that they forgot why they stay alive. Naturally I can’t talk to any of my friend about this. Because they are too stressed living paycheck to paycheck to engage in anything besides work and sleep it seems. And I have been having a great deal of paranoia lately that my friends really don’t like me that much.
This paranoia might spring from that most of my friends don’t reach out to me, at least not lately. Anytime I try to reach out to friends, I usually get no response. When I do get responses, they are usually short answers or complaints about how bad their lives are and how lucky I am. It’s really discouraging and sad. We tell people in distress to reach out for help all the time. Yet, what is the point of reaching out when most of time we are ignored or made fun of? And people wonder why, in spite of our prosperity and having all but conquered absolute poverty, we are unhappy and depressed. We are unhappy and depressed precisely because we don’t make efforts to connect to people or answer those who are lonely. We bought into the whole rugged individualism to where we believe we have to just bear it if we can’t solve our own problems. This is really heartless and stupid. In our age, we are far more interdependent than any of us as individuals or nations realize. And until we acknowledge this and adapt accordingly on an individual, civilizational, and species level, we will only see our issues of anxiety, depression, and loneliness become far worse. We are already seeing epidemic levels of stress related illnesses. If mental health problems got even a fraction of the attention that physical illnesses like cancer got, we would be well on our way to alleviating these problems. Yet, we as a society and individuals choose to make them worse in those around us and in ourselves.
It is that time of year again, graduations and the end of the school year. As it’s been chillier and damper then usual this spring, it doesn’t feel like early May yet. It still feels like early April to me. This year will mark twenty years since I graduated high school and fifteen since I graduated from college. My class is having their twenty year reunion this summer. As I have a family reunion out of state during the same weekend, I won’t be able to do both. Haven’t decided which one I’m going to yet. I haven’t been to any of my class reunions besides the five year.
I guess I just don’t have much in common with some of my old classmates or people in my childhood hometown. Sure I had cool friends and enjoyed school activities like playing football and doing speech. Yet I never felt like I really fit in back during my younger days. Could have had problems with paranoia even as a child. It also didn’t help that I spent the last two years of high school with a developing mental illness and not seeking help for it. But we didn’t know back then. We didn’t have the information easily available to us twenty years ago, certainly not like now. I definately loved college, in part because I was seeking help and getting regular treatments.
I am trying to get out of the habit of offering recent graduates advice other than “stay flexible.” I don’t tell anyone what career fields to look into anymore. For beginners, we don’t know what jobs will be in demand in ten years anymore. Many people can’t afford even going to state university without going into heavy debt anymore. I’m glad I had good scholarships in college and got help from home. I graduated debt free and that has saved my hide more than once.
It’s sad that so many people have crushing debts from school before they even begin a career. I have far too many friends struggling with student debts even in their thirties. And it’s absolutely asinine and unforgivable that student loans can’t be discharged in bankruptcy. I don’t think college is viable for most kids anymore simply because of how out of control the costs have become. An eighteen year old right out of high school would be better off doing an apprenticeship, going to trade school, or joining the military in most cases it seems. Some kids might be better off moving overseas and looking for work in East Asia or Europe anymore. A college friend of mine teaches high school in Netherlands and absolutely loves it as far as I can tell. A cousin of mine lived in Japan for three years while her husband was stationed over there in the military. It might not be such a bad idea. National borders mean less now than they did even twenty years ago.
I try not to offer advice, not because I don’t care. It’s because we no longer know what the future holds, at least not in terms of in demand careers. I blog on a regular basis yet that was in it’s early days when I was in high school and college. Youtube or social media didn’t exist when I was in high school. Amazon was just getting started in the 1990s. And of course smart phones didn’t exist and AI was nowhere near as good as it is now. Renewable energy tech like wind and solar are becoming more affordable and in many cases now competitive with old style fossil fuels. That wasn’t the case even fifteen years ago. While many older jobs are definitely going away or getting drastically reduced, there are likely going to be others taking their place. What if instead of economic Armageddon we were actually heading for one of the biggest industrial and economic booms in history? What if instead of ecological collapse we solved the problems of air and water pollution? We have people working on those problems, and many others as I write this. I once read that in America during the Great Depression of the 1930s, more self made millionaires were made in that decade than in any other before that. Yet we often think it was a hellish time. For many people, it was. Yet for others, it was a time of opportunity as well.
It seems to me that during times of distress and upheaval (like we are living now) there are also opportunities as well. I may be mentally ill, but I also have an outlet to talk about it and hopefully offer help others that I didn’t have in my younger years. I have pretty decent treatments when had I grown up in my grandmother’s generation I would have spent the rest of my life in an institution or prison. Sure I have gained a lot of weight over the course of this illness and my physical health has declined, yet I still have a sharp mind and am stable in spite the illness. Overall I’m pretty happy. Maybe not all the time, but then no one is continually blissful at all times anymore than people are always physically healthy. I doubt I would have ever become a blogger if I didn’t become mentally ill.