It is quite ironic that the thing that makes me feel the best is something I put off for so long when I am going through a rut. Oh, how I have missed blogging. It’s been a while since I have posted, and the lack of a creative outlet has definitely hurt me more than it has helped me. About once a year or so, I write a blog post about mental health and my personal struggles. This is unplanned, but it always seems to work out that way.
Loss is one of those things that no matter how many times you experience it, it will always hurt as much as it did the first time. Loss is nothing new to me, and I’m well aware that it will only continue to enter my life as I age. The toughest thing about loss is that everybody handles it differently, and this makes it especially hard to comfort others in these trying times. We’ve all had different experiences, and we all grieve differently. There is no right or wrong way to handle the loss of a loved one.
Ah, social media – our best friend and our worst enemy. I’ve always (obviously) been a proponent of social media and have made a point of arguing that the good outweighs the bad, but lately, I just can’t stand behind that argument anymore. I’ve been noticing annoyance as my biggest emotion after opening an app, and that’s something I want to remove from my life at the current moment.
Welcome back! Between switching departments at work, computer issues, and addressing my mental health, my blogging has (unfortunately) gone on the back burner. After spending a ton of time this holiday weekend with other people, I decided now would be a good opportunity to give some time to myself.
In honor of this week’s #WorldMentalHealthDay, I have decided to write about something I have wanted to address for some time, but have not entirely been sure how to approach. I was hesitant about it, given that I do not want future employers to see this post and let that dictate how they see me or my working ability. However, I am now realizing that is even more of a reason to address this head-on. It’s time to break the stigma. Let’s talk about anxiety.
I think the most ironic part about being a psychology major is that you are constantly learning the warning signs, symptoms, devastations, recoveries, and prevalence of mental illness – yet you are so oblivious to being able to notice them developing within yourself. I guess that’s just one of the flaws that comes with being human – we will never see ourselves entirely accurately. When you think about it, the only true reflections we have of ourselves are our mirrors and the people we surround ourselves with.
Happy sunday, everyone! I always complain about losing that hour of sleep, but I really couldn’t be more thrilled about having much more light in my day! I feel so much more energized when the days are longer, don’t you?