RE: Open Letter To Everyone | "Push People"-Initiative Updates And More...
Dude! @hitmeasap! How old are you? You seem to be carrying a lot of weight on some very young shoulders.
I have struggled with anxiety and depression for a long time. It has taken me more than a decade to even understand what is it, let alone find strategies to be able to manage it.
I did find anti-depressants helpful as they levelled me off while I got a few things in order. I don't think they are a good long term option, but in the short term they did help me settle down and allowed me to not feel so overwhelmed.
I never imagined I would be where I am today, so if you feel it's not all quite going to plan, it's okay. Sometimes letting go and allowing life to happen can be just as important as having a plan and sticking to goals.
I wish I could do more to help you realise the world is not going anywhere, if you need time to slow down or take a break. That's perfectly okay.
Take care of yourself
@kabir88
I don't know about young... I'm 33 years old. Born in September 1985.
Yeah, it's a very long process. I still struggle but I've been able to handle things better with time. I often react to the symptoms differently and I can sort of "calm myself" to prevent "hell from breaking loose". It doesn't work everytime though. Far from it.
I've tried a wide variety of meds and pills and they helped me in the beginning, but I stopped taking meds relatively quick because I started to feel worse with time.
Regarding taking a break or slowing down:
Well, even if I wanted too, I haven't been in a position where I could do it. I can't afford to do it and my studies are extremely important for me. It helps me and I get more knowledge which helps me to feel better too.
This whole scenario is pretty messed up, and I have no idea what I'll do... But I need to figure something out before it's too late. Thanks for the comment, I appreciate it and I hope you'll be okay. :)
33 years old! I remember being 33 and in my first year back in college. I thought i was so old. I felt so self conscious sometimes in class. I remember anxiety attacks over paper work and student loans and grants and constantly wondering how i would ever handle all the endless details. And taking absurd classes they made me take if i wanted to graduate. I went back to take ART, drawing and painting. People would ask my major and look at me like i was an idiot when i told them. I've had depression and anxiety my entire life. Oddly enough i had a certainty and confidence about making art and i knew i was good at it so i just kept going. That was 27 years ago. All the 18 year old friends i made and all the pretty girls i thought i was too old and broke and stupid and depressed and nervous to ask out are 45 years old now! Most of my teachers are retired and many have passed away. These years have flown by in the blink of an eye. I'm not sure this is any help at all. Probably i'm just another annoying irritation. I was there where you are now. I tried everything to lesson the noise, depression and thoughts of wanting to quit. I thought about killing myself often because it seemed the only way to stop the shit in my head. I loved painting and 3/4ths of my school time was spent doing other bullshit and worrying about how i would ever get any of it done. Oh and i tried to help others too. Yes i did that and still do. But it also made me sicker and more screwed up. I have no idea how to explain that in a comment here. Maybe the one thing that i could say is, do the thing. The one thing, that you KNOW you want and are good at and can do. I painted. What is it for you?
Yes there are thousands of things.
Are they even yours? What is it you truly want to do. You know without having to think about. Choose that and you might feel a huge relief. I did but i had to keep choosing it everyday. Every 10 minutes. I would forget and then remember. I would get lost in other peoples points of view, their wants, wish's and desires. That will kill people like me. Being here on steemit ruins me on a daily basis. The judgement, rejection, being completely ignored. But that's another story.
Creative people who suffer depression, anxiety etc. will NEVER be understood or accepted by at least half the population. They don't get it and never will. How do i know this? I'm 60 years old and have been dealing with it for that long. I can tell you it will pass and it will. will it be cured? lol maybe maybe not. Keep going, there's plenty of fun things too
Thank you for your comment, I appreciate it. It was such a long comment so I'll focus on answering your questions in it.
In short, I'm a pillar of support. I've always been that "go to" guy, ever since I was a little kid. Whenever someone had problems, if they felt sad or had a bad day, they came to me. My entire life has been like that.
I've been there for my friends and for my family. I've been there for my mother and I was there for my father when he was still alive. People have always been able to rely on me... And I like to be that person.
Ever since I started to suffer from mental illness, I've been eager to make a real difference. I want to help others. I want to help people who suffers from mental illness to live their lives to the fullest, and that's why I've started to study. I've studied since March this year, and I worked as a full time freelancer for years before I took that "leap of faith" and started to study.
I might not be that same type of person on Steemit, but I work to make this a better place. I'm the co-founder of the asapers and I'm the founder of the "push people"-initiative. Both are projects to improve the overall experience and to make Steemit a better place.
However, I might be doing things wrong though. I mean, I'm only human, I make mistakes and it's nothing that says that what I'm doing is what's best... But it is what I personally believe is the best I can do.