Still reading quite a bit. I started a couple audiobooks in addition to the hardback I’m currently working on. For some odd reason I prefer to be reading on at least three books at a time. I sometimes lose interest in one after awhile and concentrate on the other two for a few days. Then I’ll go back to the one I put on the back burner. I spend a good deal of my time anymore either reading or working on my computer. Haven’t watched much for tv or sports for a couple weeks. As football will be starting again in a couple weeks, I imagine I’ll be spending some of my Saturday afternoons watching college football again.
It’s starting to feel close to fall again. School started in my town and the college kids will be moving back in this weekend. Even though I’m in my late 30s and haven’t been in a college classroom since 2005, I always enjoy when the college students come back. College was some of the happiest times for me during the course of my “formal” education. The weather has been cooler than typical August the last few days and it gets cool enough at nights that I have to pull up the blankets while I sleep. I even wore long sleeves for the first time since early April two nights ago.
Been having occasional flare ups of irritability the last several days. I’ve been going to bed earlier than usual to try to counteract this. I’m also avoiding negative and rude people as much as possible too. So I haven’t been socializing as much as I would like. Such is the price of preventative maintenance.
Been listening to more music lately. I don’t have any physical CDs or tapes anymore as I look all my music up online via youtube and pandora. Why pay for tunes when you don’t need to? My favorite genres of music are hard rock and jazz. Strange combination I know. I listened to a lot of country when I was in college but also mixed in heavy metal when I was reading or studying. There really isn’t much I won’t listen to. I do prefer the hip hop of the nineties to much of what is popular in that genre now. I developed a taste for some of the newer techno and dance music in the last few years. So I guess I haven’t completely shut myself off the newer music. When I was a kid I used to get annoyed with adults who complained about the music and clothing styles of the “damn kids.” I promised myself even before I went to high school that I would never become one of those types when I grew up. Even today I lose my patience with people my own age complaining about younger people. Makes me wonder why some people even have kids if they’re just going to complain and moan about them all the time.
Other than the occasional flare ups that are gone after a few minutes of inner dialog with the ‘voices’, I feel quite well overall. I’m glad I have gotten this far into summer without any true problems. Hope things continue to go well.
It’s been pretty quiet and uneventful the last few days. I’ve been on my new medication routine for almost a month now. I think things are working out quite well. I’ve been getting out of my apartment and socializing in person more, so I haven’t been online as much for the last week or so. I’m now usually going to bed by midnight and waking up by 8 am. I’m apparently back to normal hours. I think the weather being cooler than usual the last two weeks has helped. It hasn’t been an unbareably hot July in my town this year. I can tell the days are getting dark sooner. Won’t be too long and school will be starting again. Haven’t been watching as much baseball this summer. I guess I got hooked on World Cup soccer this year.
I think I’m starting to lose weight again. Changed my diet and started lifting weights three weeks ago. I eat mostly high protein foods, keep carbs to a minimum, and have cut out most sugar. I even need less sleep too.
Summers are usually a tough time of year for me. But I have been able to avoid real problems this summer so far. I guess we have about another five to six weeks of warm weather before things start cooling off. And the foliage will start turning as well. Summer is winding down. I can hardly wait for cooler weather and longer nights.
Have had my new furniture for a week. And I must say my apartment is now feeling more like a home again instead of a hide out. I’m also a month into my new medication routine. I’m now back to regular sleep patterns again as I usually wake up around 7 am now. I don’t stay up all night like I used to, even after a few cups of coffee. Mentally I feel more than stable, I actually feel calm and at peace. Haven’t felt peace like this for an extended time in years. And I think I’m starting to lose weight again. I have more energy, I recover quicker from aches and pains, and my clothing is starting to fit looser.
I haven’t had much to report for the last few days as my days have been uneventful. Fortunately it hasn’t been so hot the last several days, so I’ve been getting outside more often and for longer stretches. Typically late July is our hottest time of year. But people are already talking about school starting again and fall football practice starts in a week or two. I’m avoiding the mall and box stores so as to not fight the back to school shopping crowds.
It’s been a quiet June and July for me. That’s not normally the case as summers are usually tough times for me. No doubt I’m on a good luck streak right now. And I plan to ride it as long as I can.
Picked up some new furniture this weekend. My mother and father let me have one of their couches and office chairs and I have a heavy duty recliner being delivered to my apartment this afternoon from a local furniture store. I feel like I have an actual home again. For the last few weeks I didn’t have much in the way of furniture besides a couple dining room chairs and my bed. It was extremely odd eating my lunches and dinners sitting on my bed. I had moved my computer desk to my bedroom so I could do my work from my bed. I’m glad I got a couch and office chair as it makes my apartment feel more like a permanent residence. And now that I can write from an office chair or couch, I feel like I’m doing more professional work on my blog and even my computer gaming.
Watched the World Cup finals over the weekend. I kind of wanted Croatia to win as they were big underdogs. But I wasn’t going to say much as I have readers from both Croatia and France. But I think that Killian Mbassa (spelling?) from France is going to be as big a star as David Beckham and Cristian Ronaldo by the time he’s through. And he’s only nineteen. When I was that age I was a geeky farm kid starting college. But, living in USA, I am probably a “Johnny Come Lately” when it comes to understanding soccer and appreciating how tough a game it really is. When I was in college, my attitude was that I respected the soccer players for being in great physical shape. But I thought it was “a lot of running for so little scoring.” USA didn’t even have a professional soccer league until I think the 1990s. So yes, we are behind most of the world in that regard. I started following mainly because I have a niece and a nephew who love playing soccer. When my parents were medical missionaries in Panama, most of the kids down there were kicking around soccer balls in the same way kids in USA play basketball all day. But I did enjoy this year’s World Cup almost as much as I do the Olympics. And I’m happy to see that USA will be one of the host countries, along with Mexico and Canada, in 2026. But World Cup served as my sports fix at least until college football and baseball’s push for the playoffs start in September. Hard to believe that September is only six weeks away. Where has the time gone?
I have new furniture and we’re now almost halfway through summer. And overall I’m feeling alright. I don’t even feel depressed or paranoid very much anymore. I feel quite hopeful about my life and society as a whole for the first time in months. I enjoy this feeling. I wish I could bottle some of it and save it for the “rainy days” that will eventually come back. But for now, I’ll ride the happy streak I’m on for all it’s worth. They don’t come along every day.
Since the weather has been so hot the last several days, I’ve been running most of my errands at night. Picked up some new medication that supposed to help with binge eating problems. I am a binge eater. I’ll go hours without eating and then gorge all at once when the hunger pains take over. And that’s probably worse than snacking throughout the day. Been on this new med for a few days and I think it’s starting to work. I have eaten much less than normal and I even need less sleep too.
I still stay awake until dawn and usually sleep until noon, at least unless I have doctors’ appointments. I’ve also been socializing more often. Made friends with a new neighbor last night. I went to take my trash out, sat down as she was coming out for a smoke, and the next thing I knew I had talked to her for over an hour. I guess I didn’t realize how many new people moved into my complex this year alone. I really haven’t been socializing because, until recently, I was too depressed and paranoid to. I was happy to spend much of my days attending Youtube University and learning for my own personal vanity. It’s amazing what one can learn in several months of intense study. And I was able to pick up the social skills like I always had them. It also helps that a few of our problem residents have moved out over the last several months. Until recently I was too wrapped up in my own depression and paranoia to notice.
I socialize more on facebook too with old friends and extended family. I had pretty much dropped off facebook for a year or so because of all the arguing and fighting during the last election cycle. Hopefully these bad experiences have cooled many peoples’ passions and made us more tactful as a species. But I definitely make it a point to avoid politics, child rearing, and money as these can divide friends and family even in good times. I think I’m not the only one who wants to make social media fun again.
Even though I haven’t been socializing much in person lately, I still make a point of calling friends and family often. I visited my parents in person a couple times already this summer. I saw my nephews and niece on my birthday last month. I call home at least twice a week. And I try to contact old college friends a couple times a month. Even though the last time I saw some of my college friends was three years ago, I still pick up with them like I never left off. And I’m getting better about dropping in on friends on facebook more often. I had been avoiding socializing over facebook for a year or two because of how contentious things could get even among friends. But I think people are starting to adapt and use more caution and tactfulness when online now. But two or three years ago, it was practically a nasty free for all that I wanted little to do with. I wound up unfollowing most of my friends and family (and unwisely ended a few friendships too) just because I was tired of all the divisions and fighting.
Originally facebook was a godsend for someone like me who wanted to stay in contact with people but wasn’t exactly sure how to do it. I readily admit I don’t have great social skills. I never really have. But I do get lonely at times, even when I don’t show it. Sometimes the best thing a person can do with someone who struggles with mental illness and socializing is to make the first move and just ask us how are things going. I am convinced that much of the stress of modern living is due to us not having as strong as personal social bonds as even our grandparents had. Life may have been shorter and more physically demanding during the Depression, the World Wars, and definitely during the frontier days, but they were made bearable because people had living and breathing friends they could count on for things as mundane as playing a game of cards or having dinner together after a long day in the fields. I think if we ever rediscovered the joy of having nearby friends in our neighborhoods and communities, we would see fewer cases of suicide, violent crimes, and drug addictions. I am convinced that much of these happen because some people don’t have that sense of belonging to something bigger than themselves.
Even though I haven’t been to church services regularly or been part of civic organizations for a few years, I understand why things like church, local sports teams, neighborhood associations, and civic clubs like the Elks Lodge or the Masonic Lodge are popular among those who participate; they give a sense of belonging and community. I guess I get my sense of community from shared interests in a few of the science groups I’m part of via facebook and through my blog. I used to be a member of a local writers’ guild. It’s too bad that group kind of faded away after a few of our members moved away. A sense of community is important for people. We are by nature social animals, have been long before recored history. Even the most introverted humans are more social than many animals in the wild.
Another Independence Day has come and gone. We are now into the middle of summer. From now until usually mid September has traditionally been a tough time of year for me. I have usually been moodier and more short tempered during the heat of summer. I am usually good for one psychotic break down during the summer, usually in August or September. I have had breakdowns in October before too. But the two times I went to a mental health hospital were both in September. So as far as the calendar goes, I am beginning to trek into traditionally troublesome times.
I have been avoiding people, at least in person, for the last few days. I have been doing so well for so long that I don’t really want anything upsetting this winning streak I’m on. I don’t sleep as much as I used to, but I usually stay up all night until sunrise and sleep until noon most days anymore. That way I still get some sunlight during the day and get to enjoy the quite and solitude of night as well. Been spending most of my days reading articles online, watching science videos on youtube, talking to friends and family on the phone, and messing with computers. I don’t have much of for a social life, but that is by design. I can’t stand most small talk. I find talking about the weather, politics, and other people draining, boring, and even physically painful. I can’t stand talking about mundane and stupid crap I can do nothing about. Makes me glad I’m an introvert who learned how to keep himself occupied a long time ago.
Looks like I’ll keep this routine up for the next several weeks. I don’t want to go anywhere and I don’t want to interact with anyone, especially if all they do is complain and moan yet not do anything about their problems. I’m through listening to petty complaints. I have enough issues of my own.
It’s almost Independence Day in my country. And of course people are shooting off fireworks and making plans for cookouts already. I don’t have any real plans besides grill some bratwurst on my electric grill and watch fireworks from my apartment window. As it has been quite hot and humid the last several days, I have avoided going outside unless necessary. Of course I’m not getting much sunlight by staying indoors most of the time.
I’m a week into my new medications plan. I found out the hard way if I take them all at once like I have traditionally done, then I will want to do nothing but sleep for the next twelve hours. After a couple nights of that, I found out I had to break my medications into at minimum twice a day. So I usually take some of my medications when I eat breakfast and I take the ones that help me sleep at night before bed. After a week on these new meds I have found my self eating less than usual. And I have recently had an odd craving for cheese and milk. Maybe I haven’t been getting enough calcium the last several months. I’m also looking out for more non meat sources of proteins like beans. I now actually want to eat certain fruits like strawberries and blueberries. Too bad they are kind of pricey. It’s also too bad that most inexpensive foods aren’t very healthy. That could explain why so many poor people, at least the poor in the USA, are overweight.
As far as blood pressure goes, I knew for years it was only a matter of time before I ended up on blood pressure pills as that runs in my family. My father has taken blood pressure medications for years and he’s now in his early 70s. He also hasn’t had any heart attack or stroke problems. Hopefully I can make it to my 70s inspite mental illness and being overweight.
I’ve noticed a few changes already in this new treatment. It takes more to make me irritated. I’m less paranoid. I actually want to leave my apartment and interact with my fellow tennants. I’m better able to stay on top of household chores. I eat less than normal. I feel less tense. I have fewer unexplained aches and pains. About the only true drawbacks I noticed so far are that I want to sleep more if I’m not careful about when I take my meds and I have to use the rest room more often. I don’t know if that’s the meds or the fact I drink more water. I easily drink almost a gallon a water every day. But there are worse things than water to be consuming. For a few years I’ve been having nerve problems in my thigh that sometimes felt like burning electrical shocks. But those problems have all but gone away by now.
I still have to get some new furniture for my apartment. Most of the things I had were quite old and had to be replaced. I’m thinking of sweet talking my parents into letting me have one of their sofas. I also think I need a heavy duty recliner that I could sleep in if my back ever started hurting again. My living room is looking kind of bare with only a couple kitchen table chairs and my tv and a “coffee table” decorated to look like an old style travel trunk with all the stickers of places and resorts from around the world. That was my mother’s idea. I’m glad she talked me into putting those stickers on.
Overall things are going well. I’m gradually being cured of wanting to sleep all the time. And I’m also slowly being cured of my desire for sugared soda pop. Anymore if I want caffeine, I’ll have coffee or tea. I can hardly wait to see what the next few weeks bring.
Decided to spend a few days at my parents’ house. Getting some much needed rest and relaxation. Haven’t gotten in the conversations as much as I would like mainly because I have been sleeping so much. Even after two days of unwinding, I can tell things are starting to improve. I’m glad that I don’t have the temper I did even five years ago with this mental illness. Maybe some people do mellow and relax with age. I believe I have.
This trip to my parents’ place made me realize how much I miss travelling and visiting people. I haven’t travelled as much as I used to primarily because of chronic back pain. But since I’ve lost some weight and just forced myself to get more active, I think I’m somewhat more mobile now than I was over the winter. I still have to take it easier than I would like, but even that is starting to go away.
I have been so used to eating alone over the last several years I almost forgot what dinner conversation could be like. Have had a few of those with my parents since I came to their house. I forgot how much even a few minutes of face to face interaction could make me feel better. I am convinced it was and is the paranoia aspect of my illness that doesn’t allow me to interact with others as much as I should. I know I would be better grounded mentally and physically if I spent more time interacting with other people in person.
Getting some other things taken care of I had been neglecting for too long. I have put things off when I was alone because I didn’t have either the motivation to get things done or the help to get things done. One thing I still have to force myself to do is ask for help. I have always had hard times asking for help, as if it made me feel inadequate and weak. But I suppose as I age I’ll have to just ask for help more often.
It’s been a relaxing couple days out of the routine. I imagine I’ll spend another couple days here at least before I try to go back and face my usual routine again. But even the strongest people need to rest and relax once in awhile.
Been feeling quite lonely for the last few days. I’m actually craving attention from other people, especially from people with similar interests and in my age bracket. Haven’t heard from any of my old high school or college friends in weeks. Seems like many of my friends got busy with family and careers and forgot about their old friends. As far as I can tell, I am one of the only single friends in my circle of friends. Some of my friends have even gone through divorces by now. I almost never hear from my brother. But he has four kids and a serious career, so I guess we have nothing in common. And to make things even worse, we weren’t close at all growing up. We were just completely different people with nothing in common except that we had the same parents. Not having a relationship with my brother is one of the few true regrets I have about my current life that I could have done different.
Having a serious mental illness taught me that there is more to life than having a career. Unfortunately, too many people don’t realize this until they are retired and most of their life is behind them. This is probably why so many people feel depressed and useless once their careers are over, especially older men. Like most boys, I was constantly asked what I wanted to do when I grew up. I usually answered something in the sciences. But the mental illness came creeping in just right before I could cash in on my brains and use them in a career. Thank God I found a small niche online as a mental health blogger/philosopher. I don’t even want to think what would have happened had I been born in my grandparents’ generation and not had this outlet. It also makes me wonder how many mentally ill geniuses were lost over the centuries because they had no outlets to use their smarts.
I wanted to be a scientist when I was a child. As it turned out I became a writer with interests in science. I developed lots of interests and hobbies over the years, but never became profecient enough to turn these interests into careers. For awhile as a child I flew model airplanes with my dad. I did quite a bit of fishing and survival training when I was in Boy Scouts. I made model cars for awhile. I collected coins and baseball cards for a few years. Still have all of my baseball cards from my youth. I taught myself some basic computer coding. That probably could have turned into a job, at least until computers can regularly code themselves. Who knows, maybe in the future the majority of people won’t have regular jobs simply because machines and programs can do them better and make many things cheaper.
While I wouldn’t mind a future like this, I do understand why some people are apprehensive about what could be coming in the next couple decades. For generations, people have identified with the work they did to live. Everybody was interested in work and a person who didn’t need or want a regular job was an outcast. I have been an outcast in this regard for the last several years in that I don’t have a regular job, and really don’t need one as I can live just on my disability pension. I no longer feel the need for a lot of money. What I want at this point is to do work that makes a difference to people, the kind of work that “puts a dent in the universe” as the late Steve Jobs used to say.
While I am not delusional enough to believe I’m sure to get famous just from blogging, I do want to make a positive difference in the lives of the people who happen to read these postings. I suppose that since my basic needs are met by my disability pension, I can now move onto meaningful work and self actualization on Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. Self actualized and I make poverty level (for American standard) salary, only in the early 21st century. The closet I can think that anyone else in history was to this while living at low wages is probably medieval monks and scholars. No need to be entertained with lots of money when my own mind can keep me company.