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Ventilation


Pahrak Model ZX

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Okay so I don’t talk about my personal life on here a lot, I like to be vague about it, but I’ve been feeling sort of stressed and the idea to vent some of it here won’t get out of my head. Stuffed behind spoiler tags of course. This is mainly for my own benefit so, you know, move along, we don’t need to see your identification and all that. :P

 

 

Okay so I’ve never actually structured these sorts of things? I’ve made short miscellaneous complaints on Tumblr but those usually cap at a handful of lines. If you’re reading this, please bear with me, I guess? And please don’t worry, I really, really don’t want anyone to worry. I’m going to be okay.

 

So, um…might be going a bit far back, but Fall 2013 I started attending a college that offers free counseling sessions, and I was at a point where I realized I really could probably use some professional help and the benefits would outweigh my concerns. I’ve been doing these fairly regularly since then, though I didn’t have any last summer, and the semester after that, it took me a while to work my courage back up (kind of) to go back since the counselor I had been seeing had left. But, it has been helpful! It’s nice to get things off my chest, and to have someone who knows what they’re talking about give me advice and help me start to deal with some things. They’ve also said that I seem like I might have anxiety and depression, and…I don’t know, just having a name to put on my issues makes me feel a little better, like they’re more legitimate, I guess? That’s a whole ball of wax in and of itself, though.

 

And while I do believe the counseling is a huge help, I’ve still been feeling more and more burnt out with every semester that passes. Last semester I had my first dropped class and my first failed class. Going into 2015, I felt like I was in a rather dark place, especially with other things I knew were on the horizon, BUT, once I got back to regular counseling sessions, I started to feel pretty good! Even if I wasn’t actually doing better on the academic side of things…even if I was actually doing worse than last semester on that side of things. Needless to say, that, ah, came to an end, ahaha…

 

2015 has been somewhat rough. My motivation for school (and everything else) has continued to plummet, my work has implemented a change that makes everything ten times more hectic and has the added effect of drawing in a lot more customers, tensions between my father and one of my sisters escalated to the point where the latter was kicked out, and that sort of seems superfluous when you consider that my father has spent a lot of time now telling us we’re going to have to be out of the house by the end of April. Not that I have any idea how to get an apartment, get sort of anxious about it, don’t really make a whole lot of money, and of course that’s right around finals week so there’s that. This matter especially has weighed kind of heavily on me for some reason. Can’t imagine why!

 

I decided to drop a class again this semester and, after talking with my counselor and doctor, decided it might be beneficial for me to start taking some medication. I had always alternated between fearing medication and hoping for some miracle cure, but I reasoned that both scenarios were fairly ridiculous and there was no harm in trying. So, I was given a low-power medicine to try out, and after taking it I actually felt better! I was calmer and was able to get some things done and didn’t worry much at all. That lasted a few hours. Then, as I lay in bed wondering why I wasn’t asleep yet, I realized I felt like my heart was about to explode and my soul was being ripped out through my face so someone could strangle me with it. Fancy way of saying I had what was probably the worst panic attack of my life, after not having any particularly severe bouts of concentrated anxiety in a while. I then politely returned the pills to my doctor and thanked him for his time.

 

I had to take a day to recover from that. I slept better the next night, and I felt good. Night after that, I felt like I was skirting another panic attack and had to get up and surf the net aimlessly to prevent it. Since then I’ve been falling asleep to The Lego Movie every night so I have something to distract me. (Herein lies a bright side: I’ve developed an even deeper appreciation for this movie and caught a few things I missed before.) Oh, and a day or two after that someone rear-ended me at a stoplight. Everything’s fine, no lasting harm done, just feel the need to make note of my very first car accident. Milestones are important!

 

School has only gotten worse since then. I stopped going to one class because I hadn’t turned in anything and had no ideas for the assignments. Fiction Writing had already been bothering me with a few stories, but I thought I could get through it. Wrong about that one, and now I’ve decided I can’t go back there either. I at least wanted to finish out Japanese, since this was my fourth semester and the last class I can take at the branch I’m attending, but then I did a terrible job on a project and, when attempting to give a destined-to-be-terrible presentation on it, I completely froze up. The teacher said she would give me another chance on Monday and I already knew that no, this wasn’t going to get any better, this just…no. So there you go, I gave up on every single class this semester. That deserves a medal of some kind, right? :P

 

The presentation incident was this past Friday. Saturday night I felt another surge of panic for the first time in a while (it’s been at least a month, I think?) so I got next to no sleep, and Sunday, I felt like I needed to call off work or something bad was going to happen. They didn’t give me any problem when I told them I was sick and felt like I was going to puke. What? I sure wasn’t going to tell them the truth! If I knew how to explain these sorts of things in a way that I thought would sound legitimate, then I would have contacted my Japanese teacher by now. Heck, half the time even I don’t know if these problems are legitimate. I certainly can’t hope to convince someone else if I’m also a skeptic, right?

 

…It’s just…going back to my alternating thoughts on medication, the “miracle cure” thing obviously didn’t pan out (and was never going to, I realize), but that’s not the real problem. The real problem is that the part of me that fears medication was proven right. And now, something that I had begun to think might help me has been pulled out from under me, so I feel even more vulnerable. So that just sort of magnifies everything else that’s going on, and it turns out I still don’t know how to effectively deal with any problem or emotion no matter how simple. I’m…probably being hyperbolic, yes, but that tendency has been documented for ages now.

 

Though, it’s certainly not all bad! I still have my counselor; my mother has been very supportive and understanding; my sister (the one who got kicked out) has given me some apartment listings and I’ve begun to pursue one, plus I’ve been alerted to a cheap house nearby that I could realistically pay for if I lived there with my other sister; and, after accidentally going near a month without counseling sessions, I started making a list of little good things that had happened and I think that does help me to calm down. (Most of those I’ve gone over in past blog posts, probably.) I’ve been able to tell myself that there are completely legitimate reasons for me being so stressed out right now. I remember telling myself that I had made a lot of personal progress, and once the outside stuff went away, I’d be able to better utilize that progress and develop at a much faster rate. Heck, even during that awful panic attack a month or so ago I was able to feel a little better by taking the good part of the experience as proof that these problems were the disease, not me (which is something I’ve struggled a lot with), and feel like I might be tougher than I thought if I was able to get through that experience.

 

I’m not really sure where I’m going with this, and it’s already so long. If there is anyone reading this, I just want to say again: please, please don’t worry, I hate making people worry and that’s part of why I really don’t do this a lot. I’m sure things will work out, I just…need a ridiculous amount of downtime to make them do that, I guess. :P I have my faith, I have people to rely on, I have hobbies I’m ridiculously invested in and can rip lines from to inspire myself (Aqua and Garnet know what they’re talking about!). It may take a while, but I’m going to be okay, and that’s not something I was saying when this year started.

 

And if there really is someone reading this, then thank you. God bless you. Certainly nobody needs to read it, but…I don’t know, it just sort of feels good to think someone might, I guess? So thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. :)

 

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I read it. I have absolutely nothing to say that would be helpful, but gosh darn it I read the whole thing.
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I also read the whole thing, and I would like to speak from my medical background to that part of you that fears medicine and the part of you hoping for a miracle cure. Before I go on, I'll let you know where I'm coming from: I'm an EMT-Basic since 2012, and an aspiring medical student with a familial and volunteer background in medicine, and I have plenty of experience in dealing with/helping people with panic attacks, depression, self-confidence issues, etc. I definitely wouldn't say I'm an expert, but I do have some knowledge. All that to try and help both of the parts of you feel a little bit of confidence in what I'm saying.

 

Medication is a wildcard. The effects will vary from person to person, and--especially with medicine for psychological issues--have a great deal to do with how you perceive them. That is, if you go in thinking they'll help, they'll have a greater chance of helping, and if you have fears about them, it is more likely for those effects to happen. The placebo effect is happening there, and it is also happening in how you are affected early in administration. Using the medicine assumes that things can be traced to, and be fixed by correcting, a chemical imbalance in the brain. The medicine is intended to help balance and mediate this, but it takes time for it to do so and for your body to be okay with the medicine. You might feel better immediately, but that doesn't necessarily represent the truth of the medical effect. No medicine is a miracle cure, and you should never rely on them to be such. They are a helping hand towards getting better, that's all.

 

Personally, I prefer being able to talk to people and go on walks and work through my problems internally through non-medicinal methods, and for people being able to talk to me and go on walks and work through their problems internally through the same means. At an event I worked as a medic for, I spent a good long while listening to someone who was having a panic attack just talk, and talk, and talk. Good Lord I had sore knees from kneeling. Once he had finished, I asked questions, I learned that he was on medicine for panic attacks but hadn't been taking them, I also learned he hadn't eaten and hadn't slept. He talked for a while more and I gave simple advice: have a friend get you something to eat, get some brief sleep, go see the events you came for, and go staring back to the room to get real sleep...and possibly take the medication. It was more about letting him let off stress causing the attack and dealing with the circumstances surrounding the panic attack rather than just taking medicine to make it go away.

 

Reading just what you wrote, you may need to make some temporary changes to deal with what it going on. Namely (and I don't say this lightly) you might want to consider withdrawing from university/college for a time and only working. Give yourself time to find that apartment, build up some funds, and get back into a rhythm and a mindset that can deal with school. No one talks about this option, and everyone seems to see it as a bad thing, but it isn't. It is you prioritizing what is important so that you can heal and go back to school prepared, and do well. Again, not an expert, just got some experience as an EMT and (more importantly) just as a friend to various people. You, and others, are very much encouraged to correct me and call me out on ignorance. I do hope, however, that something I've said can help. Feel free to contact me if you want: I'm also aware of the value of talking to someone you don't have to physically see all the time!

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As someone who has taken medication for depression, I pretty much agree with what Zox has said.

 

Based on personal experience, there are other ways to help calm down during an anxiety attack. There are breathing excercises, meditation, keeping busy with small tasks (doing dishes, tidying up a room), listening to music, etc. I used to listen to Dango Daikazoku every night before bed to get a grip and calm down. (#Weeaboo trash)

 

As for a good breathing excercise, try this next time you have an attack (got this from a friend and it worked for me when I had my last attack):

 

Seven seconds inhaling

Four seconds holding breath

Seven seconds exhaling

Four seconds holding breath

Repeat.

 

There are also dietary and lifestyle choices that can help with depression.

Spend time in the sunshine.

One hour of activity per day even if it's just walking.

Spending some time in nature.

Cutting out junkfood.

I've also heard that a proper b vitamin intake can be beneficial, though I don't have experience with that one.

Geting into a proper sleep schedule.

 

Every situation is different and different methods work for different people.

 

Also not all medication works the same way. I took Zoloft, which was supposed to help balance chemicals in the brain. It didn't make me feel happy. It simply made it easier to do daily activities (getting out of bed, brushing my teeth, etc) feel like less of a burden (weird as that may sound). If you feel up for it, consider asking about other treatment options.

 

Having a mentality of "I will be okay" is a good mentality to have. Keep that line of thinking with you. Try to encourage yourself and be good to yourself. A daily planner can be helpful. If you put down large goals at first and don't accomplish them on time, don't get discouraged. Try putting down easier goals on a list. It may seem cheap, but if it makes you feel more confident, then it's working.

 

Now, as for anxiety, facing fears can be a good way to overcome them. Do this with caution and know your limits. Find out what situations make you feel stressed if you can and try to keep a level head while experiencing them. The things that worried you can seem less intimidating over time as you get used to dealing with stress. This may sound cheesy, but it can also do wonders.

 

Now, keep in mind I am by no means "cured" or 100% over my own situation. Healing takes time and patience. I understand not everyone in this day and age is prone to empathy, so if you ever want to chat about anything, then feel free to bug me. I have Skype, Tumblr and PMs on bzp work as well.

 

Best of luck! I know these situations aren't the easiest to deal with.

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I read all of it. Sorry to hear it. Feel free to ignore what follows if you don't want to hear it; you said you just wanted to vent off, and I'm happy just to provide a listening ear, but you can't do that on a forum without responding. 

 

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I went through my own depression. What I found to be useful was going back to what I did before I was depressed and doing that. I did a lot of writing, and that soothed the pain out. 

 

I also found it helpful to write out the things that were bothering me and address them one at a time. From reading this, you sound terribly overwhelmed. Making a list and establishing what to do first may cut down on the anxiety and stress. 

 

Lastly, you are going to feel panicked for awhile. You are overwhelmed. It's pretty clear that you have too many problems that are hitting you at once, and you are feeling the stress from all of that. There is nothing wrong with you. If I were in your boots, I'd be in much the same shape. The feelings aren't the problem, its the problems like the school classes that are. Try to take it one problem at a time, and as you take care of the problems, the feelings will likely subside. 

 

At least, that's what worked for me. :shrugs:

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@Dorek: It means a lot to me.  Thank you so much! :)

 

@Zox: What you’re saying sounds in-line with other advice I’ve seen/been given, and that sounds like valid experience to me.  I had started to accept that medication was something to assist over the long-term, but after this I think it’ll be awhile before I can approach it calmly enough that I can try again and realistically hope for the best. (Maybe sooner, if things drop off once I get settled.) I have noticed that talking does help a lot, but my social ineptitude inherently messes with that so my progress there is a bit slow—I’ll definitely try to be better about that, though.  As for school, I have decided to take off for these remaining few weeks (although I might try to go back to Japanese); beyond that…due to a combination of factors, I think I should at least sign up for next fall, and just hope that summer will be enough of a break that I can do better then.  Thank you for the advice!

 

@Tekulo: I’ve had mixed results with breathing, but I am trying to get it figured out.  As for weeb music, I’ve spent a lot of time the last several nights listening to my favorite tracks from the Pokémon Diamond and Pearl soundtrack, so I’m right there with you! :D Those lifestyle changes sound good—I’ll try to implement those as best I can.  I’ve made lists before, and sometimes they help me get things done, though sometimes they don’t…maybe if I get into a more frequent habit, though, that’ll change.  I’ll give these a try, and thank you!

 

@fishers: I have been attempting to get back to my writing, but…always feeling so tired and unmotivated, I feel like even if I did make myself work on my stories, they’d be lower-quality as a result of that mindset.  Though, now that I’m actually going back and editing more of them, maybe that’s a concern I can ease out of gradually.  For a while now I’ve been planning to try a new weekly cycle of writing short stories, so once I start that (currently thinking I should figure out where I’ll be living first) I’m hoping it might help me learn better discipline and help with my mood overall since I’ll be productive.  Thank you!

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