Diving in Again

Five-and-a-half years. That is how long it has been since I left this blog. It somehow doesn’t seem like it should have been that long ago.

A lot has changed since then, as you would expect. I mean, I stopped for a reason and all! Life got busy with the usual noise: buying a house, selling a house, dramatic work changes. And, it got busy with the less obvious noise: depression, anxiety, even more work changes. The stress, the tight schedule, and the never ending cycle of: “worry, survive, live, breathe, do it again,” took over even the oldest of my self care practices: the joy of writing. You see, I didn’t just stop here. I stopped everywhere.

I feel so small, yet my potential is large.

But, through it all, we’re still standing; still breathing; healing; and, most importantly, still growing even in our darkest hours. Yet I am still DEEP in some of those dark hours, spinning in self analysis. All the more reason to get back at it.

So here I am again, trying to push myself, because I want to be better, I need to know who Meredith is and to live my fullest self. I’m finding that creativity, from writing and drawing to cooking, baking and making art, still sits at the heart of who I am, and I need to share it. I need to break through this cloud of self loathing, this job that does not make me happy, and live for the joy and passion within. Find fulfillment.

Meaning, Beauty, Joy all found in the smallest of places. So I search, I cherish, I breathe.

When I started this blog, I used the template of a reading challenge to keep myself writing. It set perimeters to get me back into writing and reading. At the time, giving myself “homework” kept me moving, but when life became bombarded, it wasn’t enough to sustain me. This time, I’m being more intentional and much more personal. After all the stressors of the last 3-4 years, I find myself here, at 37 years old, realizing I don’t know “what I want to be do” and “who I want to be.” I know, not really such an uncommon problem, but it was a slap in the face for me to realize I’m exactly where I did not want to end up. It’s a sudden jolt of reality that you’ve just sort of fallen in one direction, and you want to be able to know you’ve actually chosen your direction. But big decisions have been really really difficult, so I am terrified to make that jump and go all in on something…anything…

But I want to dive into the deep end. I’m ready to start facing the fears I’ve spent so long running from. I’m tired of treading water.

I want to rediscover what it means to be me. Who Meredith really is.

This plan is already in action. I’ve started counseling, with intention this time, not a stressed out 4 free sessions with someone random. I found someone who fits and I must follow through. The writing is, in fact, part of that therapy. I’ve also been incorporating practices of Cognitive Behavior Therapy to help move through my depressive or anxious states. Now it’s time for more. Now it’s time to Live;

To stop being scared of making those big life decisions;

To start doing;

To live fully;

To really just be.

To BE.

Me.

Facing the world. Facing myself.

This time, I’m writing for the unknown;

For the future.

Let’s see where it goes.

Security Blankets: Passing the Time and Serving the Soul.

We all have our security blankets: books, music, exercise, movies, television shows. You know what they are. Those things, habits, hobbies, you cling to as a little piece of comfort. Sometimes they’re bad, sometimes they’re perfectly healthy (but may be a guilty pleasure), and sometimes they’re just plain awesome.  Mostly on this blog I discuss one of those blankets, my love of reading & books. Disappearing into a story is a surefire way to calm myself down and jumpstart my creative spirit.  But, there are other things I cling to that I love, that not only comfort me, they make me who I am.  I thought it was about time to blog about them, just a little bit…

It’s best to start with the reason I’m even reflecting on these security blankets: my umpteenth rewatch of Battlestar Galactica.

Of course, I mean the 2004 version, which I will always hold dear as one of my favorite shows.  I regularly get into arguments over this show. Some people I know don’t quite agree with my obsession, and that’s just fine.  For me, it holds all my favorite things: science fiction, politics, gender issues, religious/myth debates and universe construction.  Like any good sci-fi, it isn’t afraid to tackle some heavy issues. It has it faults, and it gets a little heavy handed later on, but whenever I am stressing, watching BSG in the background is a way to refocus.

Sticking with the TV theme, my other long lasting boob-tube obsession is Joss Whedon, most notably Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  This probably really dates me.  Buffy came out when I was finishing up middle school, so I was the prime target audience.  I didn’t finish the actual entire series until much later, but I’ve now rewatched the whole thing, just like BSG, over, and over, and over, and over… Whedon writes complex characters, and I love the witty dialogue (I know this is a hot button issue for non-Whedon fans). Of course, there are also strong women, interesting romance (problematic romance really), and plenty of cheese alongside the horror.

Back when Buffy first appeared on air, I also was introduced to what remains for me a rather guilty pleasure: The Spice Girls. They may come across as rather corny now, and very…VERY 90s. If there is anything in this world that SCREAMS 1990s, it is the packaged pop of groups such as Backstreet Boys (another favorite at the time), NSync, and The Spice Girls.  I don’t listen to them very often, but when I do, I feel like I’m 14, just past the worst of my awkward pre-teen years, feeling as if I can conquer anything for the first time in my life.

Okay, so it seems I”m regressing..I went from college to high school to middle school.  Why not go one further back to grade school days: Coloring.  Yes. Coloring.  I know, it’s making a resurgence lately, and I’ll throw in my Hipster card of: well my friends and I were on this train before it was cool again. But who really cares?!  I credit Annie with this resurgence in our circle (circle of two right now).  I’ll also group this with drawing, doodling, and art in general as a soothing and creative past-time.

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Okay, one last item, and this time I’ll jump back up to adulthood: Cooking & Baking.  I’m not great chef, but I take pride in conquering the kitchen. Most days, I come home from work and cooking dinner is there to be done. For me, that’s not so bad. Sure, I don’t enjoy it all the time, but putting on a movie, an audiobook, or a podcast, or music, and bouncing around my kitchen while I cook is just plain soothing.

No one bothers me (in fact, just don’t wpid-0508152046.jpginterrupt my cooking…just don’t). I go into a zone, and my cuttingboard, oven, pots, and pantry become my canvas. I usually only cook for two, but I LOVE to share these creations. Yes, partly, I like the praise. Really though, I just want to share the results. Food is soothing. It brings most people comfort and brings up memories or new experiences. My husband and I like to try creating new things, and together the kitchen is an experimental workshop for our ideas (or the ideas of others we then play upon).

wpid-1224142024.jpgBaking is the longer version of this zen moment. Usually, bread, but complex pies, cinnamon rolls, pretzels, you name it…baking is as zen a moment for me as cooking. Plus, then I get to shove sugar and carbs at people (which maybe I shouldn’t enjoy so much).

And that’s my random collection of “security blankets.” There are others, some I shouldn’t rely on so much (I do so love a good cocktail or homebrew), and others that I could do to practice more often (hiking, writing, etc.).  I’d love to hear what some of you may enjoy. What do you watch, listen to, read, or do when you need a security blanket, a moment of relaxation?

Deep Thoughts ~ Depression, Living, Moving On

Most of us probably have those days where we don’t know where to even begin let alone end. You know the ones I’m talking about.  From the moment you wake up, it’s time to crawl back to bed, hiding from your problems in the world.  Sadly, hiding never works. If it did, life wouldn’t be so painful. It also wouldn’t be so incredibly wonderful and inspiring. Getting past that pain only makes the world brighter and the options better, but you need to be willing to fight. Fight for what you’re worth.

I bring this up, because my own fight for this sense of self-worth and positivity seems to finally be reaching a level of stability after years of self-loathing. The transformation is far from over. You never really completely move past depression. It’s part of what shapes you, but you can learn to understand it, work through it.  Perhaps sharing my thoughts can helps someone else going through similar feelings. After all, we’re all together in this grand adventure called life, neighbors in each other’s tragedies and joys. Why not share them.

A few years ago, I let my situation get the best of me.  Everyday was a struggle to move, to leave my apartment, to face the decision to go to my classes at grad school, to go anywhere  Several times when I was home alone, I quite literally turned off all my lights and sat down on the floor of my closet and just cried.  It wasn’t my first battle with my emotions, and I know it won’t be the last, but unlike the puddle of a teen I was when I suffered my first heartbreak and first battle with self-hate, this time the hatred hit me deeper and lasted longer.

I knew from the first semester of my PhD program that it wasn’t the place for me. However, I had made the decision to try my hand at it. I was always good in school, always the academically sound one.  Since I was good at school, I thought that meant I should keep going.  I was following the logical path of: because I am good at A I should do A…not sound logic really.  I thought I was meant to teach college. At the beginning, I nearly took time off, doubting my own mind, but I was persuaded to go (and they offered me a phenomenal scholarship…it was meant to be, right?).  Since, I wasn’t opinionated enough on the matter, I listened to others and not myself.

And I paid the price.

For over four years, I played the game…barely.  My professors noticed, and eventually I had no choice but to leave the program.  There were many, MANY, tears. I gained weight and also drastically dropped some in a particularly high stress point. I pushed away people, nearly tore apart my marriage, and my self-confidence drastically decreased.  Everything I did suddenly become unworthy.  I went through counseling, briefly, but it was a short lived effort.  However, walking away from the program was one of the best decisions I ever made, but it wasn’t an easy one.

Even after I left, my self-worth suffered. I saw leaving the program as giving up, as a sign of my weakness. I was a disappointment to myself and I took that to mean I was also a disappointment to those around me.  I thought I wasn’t good enough to go anywhere, and let myself flounder quite a bit. Eventually, my mind started to clear, but the self-loathing remained to some degree, eating at the back of my brain while my body thought it was moving forward.

Those negative emotions are easy to hold onto. They become a strange perverted security blanket, acting as a false sense of self-value. By wrapping myself in the opinion that I was so bad at Things A or B, I simultaneously set myself apart, gave myself a new, twisted identity that at least meant I was being noticed, or different from those around me.  That blanket has been the most difficult thing to shed.

So what helped me move on?  I wish there was a magic answer.  The change hasn’t been any one thing.  Family, friends, new hobbies…all of these have been positive experiences, helping me change my view by simply being there. At work, I was promoted, and quickly learned how many untouched skills I actually possessed. Even at the highest moment of stress at work, instead of breaking down (well, at least not as often) I learned to let go.  There is only so much time in this life to weigh it down with stress and pain.

That attitude right there, is not one I would have been able to comprehend three years ago.

Really, what I think has been the biggest change: communication and support, as a giver not just a receiver.  My husband has been my greatest strength, though in the past he could be my worst enemy at times (as I was his).  The last two years, we’ve started talking more. I mean, we’ve always been talkers, but this time we both started to really listen in a different way. Sure, part of this is just living through more experiences, maturity, whatever. However, it’s also growing alongside and with one another. What I once took as negative comments, I started to hear as positive chances for change.  Now I can’t lie, sometimes this is still a struggle, but it’s improving every day.

Nothing is a miracle in this struggle. It will continue for the rest of my life as it will for everyone else, but there is one main thing I’ve learned which I hold onto everyday:

We are not alone.

Even in the darkest moments, on the bottom of that closet or the top of that cliff, there is a wide world of people struggling through the same feelings, pain, and joys.  Our emotions are only part of who we are, and we are, in turn, part of one massive evolving machine of life.  If you feel alone, reach out, even if it’s to a stranger across the internet. I beg you to remember you aren’t alone, even when you can’t see your way out of the darkness in your own mind.

Even if you don’t feel alone, reach out.  You never know what that one touch to another human being will spark.

It doesn’t hurt to talk, to listen, to make any small attempt at contact with another.   If this life is all we can know, we might as well be a positive force within it.

Just remember, your self worth does not come from others, even as you reach out to them and they to you.  It can only come from within.  Cultivate that value every day, and eventually, the results will astound you.

And if you need a jump-start, I suggest this video by zefrank1.