Still anxious and lonely in 2020

People have been saying that 2020 has been an apocalyptic year. Australian bushfires, COVID-19 pandemic, recession and stock market crash, Black Lives Matter, murder hornets, hurricanes, three of the largest US West Coast fires. Plus, we're hearing more about human rights violations and atrocities around the world (e.g. government responses to BLM, Uyghurs in China, Hong Kong protests and security law).

It's weird that we react like this stuff was only happening this year. Everything happening now is a consequence of everything happening before it.

Thinking about the world and the state that it's in, I can't help but think we were already and always in this situation. Being stuck at home with less to do just means it may be harder to distract ourselves from the world. Some folks are reinvigorated in their actions to promote some kind of change in response to what's happening now. Some people want everything to go back to the way it was before 2020, but doesn't that just mean the events of 2020 would repeat itself? Or maybe no matter what we do now, history will repeat itself anyway; so what's the point?

I think the point is that we at least tried to make things better. Change something, even if it's small, because we know something wasn't working before.

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The world makes me anxious. The news makes me anxious. My thoughts make me anxious. My anxiety has been manageable.

I'm still talking to my therapist. Thank all of the intelligent thinkers and inventors who paved the way for video conferencing. Thank humanity for developing psychotherapy to help itself.

I won't lie though. Sometimes, therapy makes me anxious too. Like I learn or discover things about myself that I thought I already knew or had already ruled out, and they just hit me harder than I would have expected; and I just feel frozen. How do I face these discoveries? How do I address them? How did I miss them? How did I overlook them? How did I misinterpret them? It's a spiraling path of thought.

At this time, I'm facing my loneliness again. It's something I have acknowledged before and proactively worked at. Learning how to be okay by myself and not seeking others to distract myself from loneliness. But now, it seems I've gone to the far end of passively isolating myself (again). I still talk to my friends through group chats, but that's limited in itself. And when I have difficult moments that I struggle through, I reach out to them. But not always. Do I not trust my friends enough to reach out to them every time I'm struggling? I know I trust my friends. I guess maybe I worry that my friends will get tired of having to help me, even though I know through experience that they will always find a way to help me and to be there to support me. And that's all I ever really ask of them. Maybe internally, I'm hoping for someone to magically take away the erratic thoughts and feelings, even though I know I'm the only one who can make a difference in my actual mind. My friends can only do so much from where they are; they can't go into my head and change anything. So maybe it's not an issue of trust; maybe it's my unrealistic expectations. I know the limits of what my friends can do for me, but I still want more because I'm not sure I can do enough for myself.

I still don't trust myself. I don't believe in my own strength. Or I do believe; it's just not a consistent belief. I forget what I'm capable of. I've brought myself out of dark places. I've risen up from rock bottom multiple times. Even if it felt temporary, I've been capable and strong enough.

A moment of weakness is really a moment of strength because you fight for the next moment. If you can look back on that difficult moment, that means you had the strength to make it to the next moment.

I tell my friends that because I truly believe it for them. I want to believe it for myself.

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I still have moments where the symptoms of anxiety suddenly appear out of nowhere. But I know they're not out of nowhere. I have to consciously focus on the triggers and acknowledge they just happen; don't let my brain believe in any non sequitur thoughts. Those long moments of random fireworks shooting in September don't mean anything, except people celebrating Labor Day; I'm not in any moment other than that; I'm not having a panic attack during the EDC fireworks. The sudden icy cold feeling on my skin is just my body sweating in reaction to something that I'm not consciously aware of yet; I'm not disappearing from reality. My current experiences of anxiety are just a lot of talking myself down from these intense and irrational what-if's.

I miss being able to listen to music and not worrying about if the music will trigger something. I have to actively choose the difficult music to listen to and walk myself through the music. Last year, I had to stop listening to a lot of my favorite music (Rezz, Kaskade, Sasha Sloan) because they kept triggering weird fears and memories of trips. But I'm back to listening to most of my favorite artists again. I haven't listened to Rezz's EDC 2019 set yet though. That's still the one that I'm unsure of because my panic attack started during that set. But I was able to listen to her Room Service set back in April. I meant to listen to the EDC set soon after, but I kinda have been avoiding it. Need to be brave. Sometimes, listening to a random artist still triggers some fear (reality suddenly feels unreal). My initial reaction is always to turn the music off, but I'm trying to get myself to just sit in the discomfort a bit and remind myself that it's just music. Reality isn't changing; my anxiety is affecting my perception of reality; it is what it is; just let it be.

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2020 has been a year. Not the worst for myself; 2019 was the terrifying one for me, but 2020 has given me some things to think about. It has amplified the loneliness that I thought I was managing okay. How do I address the loneliness without simply ignoring it or distracting myself from it? I'm still trying to figure that out. My anxiety is better than it was a year ago, but it's still there. I question why it's still there. Why can't I let it go? Why do I feel like I'm holding onto my anxiety?

Maybe I need to go skydiving and face my mortality again haha.

2019 has been a challenging year

Well, I accidentally deleted my original draft for this post. That sucks.

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2019 started off well enough. I went to a couple of events and hung out with friends. I went to Gameboi in February. To be honest though, I don't really remember the beginning of this year all that well. My focus this year was on my anxiety, my fears, my health, and my relationships.

2019 shoved me to the ground and kicked me to the point that I didn't know if I was going to survive. My mind has been in dark places before, but this year found me in some of the darkest and craziest. I felt like I was losing my mind and myself. I didn't know if I would ever find my way back to normalcy. Everything felt like an endless maze that kept shifting every time I thought I was on the right track.

I used to want to escape from real life. The party life used to help me do that. Now, I don't want to escape anymore. I want to be present and to face life, but my mind keeps trying to go off into some other place I don't want to be. It happens when I expect it to; it happens when I don't expect it to. It has been a struggle. I've cried, I've hid, I've prayed, and I've frozen in fear. I've hated myself for the choices I made that led me to this point of my life.

Now, I don't hate myself. I still cry. I still pray. I try my best not to freeze when I'm scared. I'm practicing having compassion for myself. Not always successful, but I'm not so hard on myself for continuing to struggle with my thoughts and feelings. I'm not as afraid of being alone. I still struggle to fall asleep, but it's getting a little easier to fall asleep every night. I have some safety measures in place in case I start to panic, but I haven't had a strong need to use any of them in a while. It's just nice to know they're there.

I'm grateful for my friends and coworkers who've become good friends. They've given me their time, warmth, and lessons. I'm blessed to know I have their support in my darkest moments. Who knows if and how I would have survived this year without these thoughtful and caring people (and therapy)?

Therapy has opened my eyes to a lot of the issues and obsessions I've had in my life. I've grown so accustomed to them that I didn't even realize they were problems. Or if I did realize, I kinda just let myself forget about them until they built up into an uncontrollable mess that got exacerbated by my partying ways.

Talking things out with my therapist and my friends has helped a lot. Steady pressure relief. It's nice. My sense of hope has returned. I'm trying to hold on to it and do things to help it grow. I'm trying to get myself to go out a little more again. For a while, I couldn't watch movies because of my overactive imagination. I've gone to see Last Christmas, A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood, and Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker. Funny thing is the movie about Mr. Rogers probably freaked me out the most because of its realistic nature and a dream sequence it has; too reminiscent of some experiences for me.

Anyway, 2019 has led me down a foreign yet familiar path. I've had to deal with emotions and things I can't really explain, but I'm fortunate to have friends, who don't fully understand what's going on, stand beside me while I figure myself out and make changes to improve my situation. I'm relearning lessons and learning new lessons; hopefully, this time, I really keep these lessons with me and don't make the same mistakes in the future; and if I do, I hope I'm developing the strength to keep pushing myself to do better and not to feel sorry for myself.

I'm planning for a future that was always blurry to me. It still is blurry, but I'm hoping it gets clearer.

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I'm going into 2020 with some hope and plenty of friends. Hoping I'll turn hindsight into foresight. Hope into action haha.

I don't have any set plans yet. But I want to make 2020 a good year. I don't want to fuck things up again. I don't want to scare the people who care about me. I want to make better decisions. I want to take smarter risks and to take better care of myself.

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I wanted to go into more detail about this year, but accidentally deleting the draft just made me realize I don't need to focus on all of the details. I just want to focus on the journey and the progress of how I'm feeling.

Today, I feel better. And I know I can feel even better in the future. I just gotta keep putting in the effort.

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Thank you, friends, for holding my hand, holding me, and loving me when I couldn't do anything for myself. Thank you for all the goodness and strength you've shared with me. Thank you for reflecting all my goodness and strength that I couldn't see on my own.

Struggles: Depression, Anxiety, Panic. Solution: Self-care, Connection, Trust

A reminder to myself: Add good into the world, even if you don't think good will come out of it.

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I have dealt with depression since I was a teenager. Undiagnosed until recently. I used to tell myself that I wasn’t depressed because someone else definitely has it way worse. But on some level, I knew. I have had days where I just could not get out of bed and I let life pass me by. I didn’t reach out to anyone, even when I couldn’t bare to be alone.

I felt apathetic toward myself. I didn't want to try at anything. If I did try and succeed at something, I didn't think I deserved it. I didn't know how to use my little successes to propel me forward. I just did enough to get through each day. I didn't know how to look forward to the future. I was in this depressive murk for years, and I became so used to it. I didn't know what life looked like outside of this murky lens.

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Looking back, I know I've always been an anxious person. I just didn't know that I was dealing with anxiety. I thought my worries and fears were normal. Who wouldn't be afraid of someone breaking into their home? Who wouldn't be worried about the car that has been trailing behind them for several blocks? Who wouldn't be scared of the next mass shooting?

For me, my worries and fears led to some obsessive and compulsive behaviors. Whenever I go on vacation or to a show or just do something new, I always worry that something terrible or catastrophic will happen, especially to my family, while I'm out having fun. Maybe as a punishment for having too much fun. When I start worrying about something like this, I start praying internally. I repeat the prayer until it feels right, until I think I mean it enough.

I've been able to get through life, even with all these thoughts crowding in. I've been able to ignore the thoughts on most days. But they always come back when I'm alone. The overthinker in me rules much of my life. I've managed to pass myself off as a very laidback person, but I'm such an intense overthinker on the inside.

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I've had several panic attacks over the past two years. Most of them were triggered by my own irresponsible and reckless decisions (read: alcohol and drugs like LSD). I had been warned, but I thought I could handle the consequences of my decisions. I thought, because I had made so much progress on my self-improvement, I could handle some recklessness. And I was okay for a while. But I went overboard or just overestimated my capabilities, and now I'm facing the consequences.

I had a couple of panic attacks in March, April, and June 2017 and near-attacks afterward. I think one of these attacks was triggered by excessive sugar intake. I struggled for a couple of months to find normalcy. I found it. Then I had another panic attack in October 2017 after a show; this was triggered by excessive amounts of caffeine. Again, I struggled for normalcy. My next major panic attack occurred in January 2018. It was after work and after too much THC.

Because of the 2018 panic attack, I decided to cut back on just about everything. I went through the rest of the year feeling better. Some anxiety, but no panic attacks. I felt really good and proud of myself.

2019 started off really well. I was going out and making plans. Then I overestimated myself again. I triggered another panic attack in April because of THC. It wasn't the worst. My friends were there to support me and help me stay grounded. A month later, my stupid decisions caused another panic attack while I was at EDC day two. First and last time trying coke, last time taking MDMA. This was probably the worst panic attack I had ever had. It still affects me now. I've had multiple actual and near panic attacks since May. Sometimes multiple within the same day. I can't listen to much EDM anymore. Certain lighting, certain sounds/music, certain physical sensations (wind), just anything that reminded me of the circumstances during my attack at EDC; it all would trigger high anxiety or panic attacks. My heart races, my muscles tense, I sweat, my skin tingles uncomfortably, my mind races through all these terrifying what-ifs about reality, I feel myself literally coming apart, and everything feels unreal and disconnected. I honestly didn't know how I was getting through these attacks. I just know I've gotten through them. I also know I scare myself about having another panic attack. Panicking about panic (and losing reality), ridiculous but real, terrifying.

I haven't been getting enough sleep because I'm too anxious to fall asleep. I have to leave YouTube videos playing for me to fall asleep. I wake up a lot during the night. My room is too hot at night, partially because of me leaving my laptop on all night. Also because I close my bedroom window. I've been overly sensitive to external stimuli for the past two months. It's ridiculous, but I hyper-focus on unfamiliar sounds and movements, especially when I'm exhausted. So I'm just trying to reduce my triggers.

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I started being honest with my friends about my depression years ago; recently, I started being honest about my battle with anxiety and panic attacks. I somehow managed to develop strong relationship with many extremely supportive friends. We've learned how to communicate and to listen. Even many of my acquaintances have listened to me talk about my struggles and my triumphs and shared their own stories. I have a community I can rely on. This community has helped me find my strength time and time again. When I forget my strength, my successes, and the good I've tried to add into the world, these loving people remind me. When I don't believe in any of it, they believe for me and encourage me to believe in all of it.

I started seeing a psychotherapist/psychiatrist at the beginning of July. I don't know if it's helping me, but I don't think it's hurting me. The doctor has helped me unearth some baggage I didn't realize I had, or rather baggage that I thought I had already dealt with. He has explained some therapeutic techniques to practice in my everyday life; they're meant to help me calm and retrain my brain to better handle anxiety and panic attacks. He has also suggested that I start taking an antidepressant. I'm hesitant. I worry about side effects, dependency, and effectiveness. I know medication can help some people. I know it could help me, but it scares me. I also just want to challenge myself to find my strength again and to trust and believe in myself. I told my doctor just as much. I want to get better on my own. I've been able to do it the previous times. I just fucked myself up each time by doing drugs again. This time, I really mean it. I won't touch any of it. The risk of anxiety and panic attacks is too high, and I don't want to risk losing myself completely. Of course, if it gets to a point where I feel like I can't do it on my own, then I'll consider medication.

I've decided to abstain indefinitely, likely permanently, from drugs and alcohol. I used these things to escape from my life and to help me be more sociable. They were my crutches. But now, I want to be present in my life. I want to be here to be able to support and help all of the wonderful people in my life. Despite my desire to stay here in this reality, my mind seems to take me away from the present whenever I start panicking. I'm fighting hard to stay. Plus, even drinking alcohol triggers anxiety now. So it's just good overall for me to abstain.
-It's been a little difficult. Going out with friends is slightly challenging because I end up being the only sober person. I'm okay with being DD. But it's challenging to socialize with inebriated people. I'm too in my head. There's also an irrational part of me that's worried that if I'm surrounded by inebriated people, I'll somehow absorb their inebriation. Or someone will get something into my system because they think I should loosen up (some have told me as much, maybe jokingly, but it still worries me). These anxious thoughts would trigger panic attacks too.
-This also means that I'm foregoing future shows and festivals (no lie; a lot of people go to these events to get fucked up). I've been selling whatever tickets I bought earlier this year. I've lost a lot of money. Alaska got $300 out of me not flying to Seattle this past weekend for a festival, and two people got some cheap tickets to the festival. I still have many tickets left to sell. I'm holding on to a pair of tickets for deadmau5 in October though; my brother is supposed to go to that with me. We've never been to a festival or EDM show together. So I'm hoping that I'll get myself into a good mental space by then; I want us to share an experience. But if I don't feel ready, I won't push myself.
-This past weekend, instead of going to the festival, I went with a group of friends to Lake Tahoe. I was sober the whole weekend. Everyone else drank or did other things. It worried me, but I didn't want to ruin anyone else's fun. So everyone did their own thing. Somehow, I managed to not have any panic attacks. If I thought my anxiety was starting to increase, I would focus on my breathing and remind myself that reality was still here and I was with friends, good people who will help me if I need it. This vacation actually felt like it helped me reset my brain a bit. It was nice. Of course, coming back home, my anxiety has kinda started up again, but I think it's more manageable now. Though, I did almost trigger another panic attack because I was thinking about my panic attacks on the drive home from work haha. Still a work in progress. Anyway, after this weekend, I'm probably gonna make sure I hang out in more sober settings.

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If I could choose, I would rather deal with depression than anxiety. Apathy is easier than constant fear. Listlessness is easier than overthinking. But I don't have a choice. I just have to deal.

I'm grateful for the love and support that I'm getting from my friends, especially since they're all dealing with their own lives. I'm lucky to have these folks in my life. I hope I can repay them just as well in my support of them.

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I started writing this because I needed to get some thoughts out. Maybe as a sort of confession/clearing of conscience. Now, I don't really know what to make of this.

I know I need help. I've reached out for help. I've reached out to friends and a professional. Now, I'm learning and relearning how to help myself and how to trust myself/others. It's been hard and daunting most days. Some days are easier to get through; other days, each step feels impossible. I feel like I'm making progress, but I have setbacks. The setbacks feel so monumental, but I'm trying to hold on to hope that I will feel and do better. I'm trying to add more realistic positivity and positive realism into my life.

Thank goodness for YouTube (Michelle Khare, Safiya Nygaard, Ladylike, Pero Like, The Try Guys. Basically all the BuzzFeed-related videos. Also, Good Mythical Morning.). I've binged on so many videos over the past two months; they've helped keep me distracted and also given me food for thought in regard to my own challenges.

Making better decisions for myself is hard because it requires me to really think. I'm trying to find a balance, so that I don't overthink. Hopefully, I can get this right.

What not to say to a friend experiencing a mental health problem

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I don't necessarily think all of these are bad, per se, but when, how, and why we say them is crucial to the conversation.

If our friends aren't in the right mindset, then it's not a good time to say anything. It's good to just listen and pay attention for any warning signs. If we waste our time on unsolicited advice, we might miss some important signs. When our friends are in a better headspace and are more receptive to feedback, then we have an opportunity to add our two cents. Just remember it's our two cents, not fact.

Our word choice and body language are very important because it shows our intentions and our understanding of our friends' situations. Our demeanor shows them if we're listening or dismissive. What they think we're thinking or doing determines how much more they'll reveal to us and how much our words will sink in.

Our true intentions with our words will determine if we help or hurt our friends. Speaking out of frustration will never be helpful. Frustration is there because we want to help but we can't. We can't control our friends. We see the solution, but they don't. Or they do, but they won't follow through. We can't make them.

Speaking through encouragement (positive reinforcement) is slow and arduous, but I think it's the most helpful in most situations. It's definitely a test of our patience. But hey, we're only dealing with the problem for this moment; our friends have to deal with it almost every day alone. Tbh, if we're that frustrated with our friends, imagine how frustrated they are with themselves.

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Back to the link:

Therapists and counselors may try to get us to realize these things on our own. But there's a difference between a person who's trained to help us come to our own conclusions and a person who's just putting in their two cents on what they think our problem is.

One has built our trust, reminds us that they're coming from a place of understanding, and encourages us to take our next steps. The other doesn't necessarily make that same effort because it seems unnecessary when the message is coming from a friend. And this is why a therapist is a therapist, not a friend.

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Mental health problems suck. Sometimes, our brains know one thing, but they think the opposite; and we're so damn aware of this disconnect. Being bluntly reminded of how disconnected our brains are is irritating. "You just need to do this (i.e. take care of yourself, exercise, eat better, stop overthinking), and you won't have those problems anymore." Sometimes, it is that simple; but fun fact: It's not always that simple.

I get frustrated hearing things like that because I know it could be that simple but I don't let it be. I definitely don't feel encouraged when people say things like that to me. If anything, there's some irrational part of me that wants to do the opposite of what they say just to spite them. Or is it to spite myself? Because I fail at something that's so easy for others, I deserve to fail harder and hurt myself more. Irrational.

It's funny though. I've had conversations with friends about my issues and baggage. They offer advice. Sometimes, I ignore it. Other times, I listen. But I never take their advice immediately. It has to sit and simmer. Time has to pass before I put their advice into action. Although, if my friends bring it up again too soon, I have to let it simmer longer.

I like it when my friends don't give me direct advice. Instead, they offer suggestions. Suggestions don't have to simmer as long as advice does.

Last-minute, miscellaneous thoughts for 2017

I've been sounding like a broken record all year, but I have to reiterate how lucky I feel to have the caring, helpful, and generous friends I have. They're enablers, but I am so appreciative of all the love they share.

I thought I was going to break my tradition of raving at the end of the year because of my budget. Matt is not even in town, but he got me a ticket for Kaskade's open-to-close set tomorrow night. I used the last of my 2017 budget to pay Matt back what I could for a portion of the ticket. This guy, what did I do to deserve him?

And I guess my NYE raving tradition is slightly broken? The show is on the 30th rather than the 31st. So I'll party it up tomorrow night and then have a lowkey NYE night with a few friends who also decided not to rave into the new year :) Yay, I won't be alone!

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In the past 4.5 years, I went from 0 to 60 really quickly. My high school and college years were mellow. I barely knew what partying was; I couldn't afford to know what it was haha. I started letting loose a little in 2013 and going out more and more frequently. At some point, I was going out just about every weekend. At the end of 2016, I decided I needed to rein it in to save money and to try other things; so I put some restrictions on myself for 2017. I still went out on some weekends, but monetary limits kept me mindful. I think I've even returned to my 2013 levels of partying haha. Not bad.

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2017 has been a challenging year in ways I didn't foresee, but it has been filled with many wonderful new adventures, lessons, and changes. I am so grateful for all the friends that supported me through the lows and cheered me on during the highs. I probably wouldn't have survived this year with my mind intact without all of them.

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I always look forward to the end of the year because it feels like an accomplishment to reach it. Even though, I know it's such an arbitrary thing to care about. All the things that happened this year have shaped me into someone who is different from who I was a year ago. I'm more anxious and worried. I have to constantly train myself to trust. But I'm also more appreciative. I'm much more aware. I'm finding a new balance in my life. I try harder to not take time and people for granted.

I just hope I remember to keep this going. I got to the end of 2017 in one piece; I can keep going.

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2018 will bring in new challenges; I hope I can ready myself for them, and I hope I've learned enough not to make the same mistakes I've made before.

I probably won't travel as much as I did this year, which wasn't that much anyway. Maybe two or three trips. We'll see how things pan out.

I hope I find the courage to step out of my comfort zone again. Enough to make a more positive impact on others.

Self-Diagnosed Anxiety: I Don't Know How to Ask for Help

Anxiety is hard.

I've probably always dealt with anxiety in some form or other, but I never noticed how anxious I really was until this year.

Now, my anxiety rises to unbearable levels sometime. And I feel like I can't survive it, but I also feel like I'll never be able to escape it.

I think I had a little too much caffeine (flavored Red Bull is dangerous) last night before RL Grime because I was tired from seeing Oh Wonder the night before. I was okay during the event. But the drive home triggered something in my brain. An overwhelming, almost paralyzing, fear started to creep up on me. I started having a panic attack while I was driving, but I was able to focus on driving home. I think knowing that I was the only one sober enough to drive was how I focused.

I'm lucky; I have wonderful friends. Ant stayed with me and held me while I tried to calm down and sleep. I could feel my heart pounding the whole night at weird paces. Tachycardia. It kept waking me up. But I didn't move at all because I didn't want to risk losing the comfort I got from Ant. I didn't want to risk losing touch. He was my anchor to reality.

Falling asleep was the worst though. The falling part of it. It would jumpstart my anxiety every time. Because I would lose touch with reality. I know that's normal. I mean we enter surreal dreams. But that's the part that scared me. I just felt like I lost control. That nothing was real.

I've been struggling to fall asleep at night because of this. For three months, I've had to listen to pop or acoustic music with lyrics to help me fall asleep. It gives me something to focus on other than my thoughts. And the music doesn't start sounding so weird or distorted as I fall asleep.

This past week, I managed to convince myself to go to bed without music. And I had been okay. Progress.

After last night, I'm worried about trying again. I don't have very much confidence in myself. Especially when I'm alone. Pretty sure my anxiety stems from being alone. And fears about the future, present, life, existence, etc.

I'm probably going to have to watch myself when it comes to consuming any kind of drug, including caffeine and muscle relaxers. They've had extremely adverse effects on my anxiety so far.

Normally, caffeine just makes me jittery. But now I think it's affecting me more than that, which sucks. Luckily, I don't rely on it often, just on those rare days I need it. I should probably just make sure I don't consume more than 30mg... that Red Bull I drank had 114mg of caffeine. Yikes. And I also got a vodka Red Bull at the show too. Stupid decisions.

I hope I can feel normal again in the near future. Anxiety is so crippling :/ I need to start making better decisions for my body and life.

Oh, I just remembered something. I found myself repeating the chant "Nam mô A Di Đà Phật" fervently whenever I woke up. It helped me focus and fall asleep a bit more easily. I just couldn't stay asleep.

Man, how do I find and maintain some inner peace? It feels reachable sometimes. And it feels impossible sometimes. I'm just really scared, and I don't know how to trust my reality right now. I don't know how I'm going to survive.