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Getting Personal --
I thought about doing that 'Senior Year in HS' Meme and then remembered that my senior year was unutterably sucky. I almost flunked out, had no friends, and was only sustaining my will to live by watching Buffy (this is why, no matter what, I will never be objective about Buffy. She's my girl, she was the person that I took hope from in my darkest hour. She saved me.). My big situational depression ran from the middle of sophomore year to about mid-way through what would have been my sophomore year in college, if I'd ever bothered to show up for classes.
Then, I got my steady job (which I will be leaving in a few months, most likely, thank God, and I'll be moving into this better one that I'm doing part-time) and things started to get better. I made friends with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jic and... I haven't had a close girl friend, one that I actually could spend time with, since before the badness. I started feeling more confident in my own abilities.
I'm still... very underconfident. I doubt myself constantly, but it's getting easier to remind myself that I'm quite clearly not hopeless. One day, I hope not to startle every time that I see an LJ comment (I always expect bad news or something hurtful -- I always expect rejection) to a post or comment of mine.
I still cut -- engage in self-injury. But I'm doing it for job-related reasons (the reason being that I hate my job) now instead of personal, which may mean that as soon as I'm able to quit this bloody job, the urge will die down. It won't go away. Cutting is a lot like alcoholism -- it's hard to give up something that you know will make you feel better. Every time that something bad happens, my first impulse is to cut. I don't know if that will ever change.
I have suffered from depression. I've heard more than one therapist tell me that depression is anger inside out, anger directed at the self rather than others. I can easily believe it. Because I'm more aware of that now, I can sometimes turn the depression rightside up again, as I'm trying to do with my feelings about the election and the direction the country is going. If the choice is between sending off $50 to NARAL or sitting in my room crying when I read the facts and figures that come up, sending the money is far healthier and has much more potential to help.
I think that in a perfect world, there would be no abortions, because every child conceived would be wanted and cared for. This is the ideal. We don't have that. We have a world where many of the same people who are anti-abortion are also anti-birth control, which really makes it seem more like a method of control than anything moral or ethical. We have a world filled with rape and poverty and manipulation and fear and misinformation. I'm rather on the side of Darla -- I find it hard to believe that people think that it's glorious to bring a child into a world so filled with hate and violence. In a world where we cannot feed the children that are already here, I find large families mind-boggling and rather selfish.
I'm anti-abortion. I'd rather never have one and I greatly wish that no one else ever wanted to have one either. But I'm strongly pro-choice, because I don't have the right to tell people to submit the use of their body to another person. I hate sharing an apartment with someone I don't know. I can't imagine sharing my body for nine months.
But I'm also twenty-two. I'm young and there are many things in the world that I do not yet understand. I'm doing what I can to support what I believe in. That's all that any of us can be expected to do. But I hope to be able to do more soon.
Then, I got my steady job (which I will be leaving in a few months, most likely, thank God, and I'll be moving into this better one that I'm doing part-time) and things started to get better. I made friends with
jic and... I haven't had a close girl friend, one that I actually could spend time with, since before the badness. I started feeling more confident in my own abilities.I'm still... very underconfident. I doubt myself constantly, but it's getting easier to remind myself that I'm quite clearly not hopeless. One day, I hope not to startle every time that I see an LJ comment (I always expect bad news or something hurtful -- I always expect rejection) to a post or comment of mine.
I still cut -- engage in self-injury. But I'm doing it for job-related reasons (the reason being that I hate my job) now instead of personal, which may mean that as soon as I'm able to quit this bloody job, the urge will die down. It won't go away. Cutting is a lot like alcoholism -- it's hard to give up something that you know will make you feel better. Every time that something bad happens, my first impulse is to cut. I don't know if that will ever change.
I have suffered from depression. I've heard more than one therapist tell me that depression is anger inside out, anger directed at the self rather than others. I can easily believe it. Because I'm more aware of that now, I can sometimes turn the depression rightside up again, as I'm trying to do with my feelings about the election and the direction the country is going. If the choice is between sending off $50 to NARAL or sitting in my room crying when I read the facts and figures that come up, sending the money is far healthier and has much more potential to help.
I think that in a perfect world, there would be no abortions, because every child conceived would be wanted and cared for. This is the ideal. We don't have that. We have a world where many of the same people who are anti-abortion are also anti-birth control, which really makes it seem more like a method of control than anything moral or ethical. We have a world filled with rape and poverty and manipulation and fear and misinformation. I'm rather on the side of Darla -- I find it hard to believe that people think that it's glorious to bring a child into a world so filled with hate and violence. In a world where we cannot feed the children that are already here, I find large families mind-boggling and rather selfish.
I'm anti-abortion. I'd rather never have one and I greatly wish that no one else ever wanted to have one either. But I'm strongly pro-choice, because I don't have the right to tell people to submit the use of their body to another person. I hate sharing an apartment with someone I don't know. I can't imagine sharing my body for nine months.
But I'm also twenty-two. I'm young and there are many things in the world that I do not yet understand. I'm doing what I can to support what I believe in. That's all that any of us can be expected to do. But I hope to be able to do more soon.
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It's... interesting, to look back and see who I was. When I was in the midst of depression, it was so hard to find anything that made me smile.
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I know that feeling well. You seem to have a good, positive attitude about yourself right now and you understand your triggers for depression, which is a better place than where I was at your age (god, I sound like my mother). Still, understanding yourself is half the battle. Do everything you can to help yourself now, because ten years from now you don't want to be where I am, with a thousand broken dreams that society tells me I'm too old to attain anymore.
I have a book recommendation for you: Too Loud, Too Bright, Too Fast, Too Tight. It's about being sensory defensive and the author also has a lot to say about why people cut (or in my case, hit themselves) and why it feels good. Sensory defensiveness is also a trigger for depression. Check it out. I just read it and I think it's the answer to my problems. I'll be posting at length about it my own journal when I get up the emotional energy.
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And yeah, right now, my main trigger is people who can't decide what they want to eat, but I know that it's mostly because I'm tired of this job and wish that I could switch over to the other full-time, which won't be happening for a few months yet. It's frustration, plain and simple.
(that's the new Starbuck in your icon, yes? Very cool.)
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Yay to that one.
And we all love you, and will jump on anyone who is mean to you, wearing big boots.
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xx
And I have a good selection of kicky boots!
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That's exactly why I'm pro-choice: Because I don't have the right to make that decision for anyone else.
And I'm glad you're my friend. :)
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And many times ditto, definitely.
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Yep this is my view excatly. And I hate to point it out but Legalizing morality has never worked. It creates underground sysmtems and forces people to choose a stance they might not have otherwise. I don't understand the Anti Birth control pill either. People are upsetting.
~Becca~
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It really is. And it calms me down, which is annoying, because when I'm frustrated and snapping at people, I know that cutting will make me more good-natured. So, I talk myself into by telling myself that it's good for everyone, which is a load of bull.
People can be very upsetting, definitely.
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Except the submit the use of their body. There's more to choice then that. It really fucks when your young and pregnant and your mother threatens to kick you out of the house unless you get a abortion. Choice. Or your no good boyfriend whose going to dump you anyways pressures you to non stop to have a abortion 'cuz he's a scumbag. Choice.
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And thank you.
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Thanks!
Yeah. I hear you. Loud and clear.
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And, in retrospect, I find myself so amused that my person to quote is Darla.
Well, you can say many things about her, but she was willing to go to the wall for the one person that she ever loved.
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Well, you can say many things about her, but she was willing to go to the wall for the one person that she ever loved.
Oh, the things I have to say about Darla are almost exclusively positive-- she was, to this day, the best *vampire* on the show: More than anyone, she incorporated everything I'd connected with the vampire mythos beautifully (literally so): lust and grace and hunger for blood, power, mindgames...plus that keen sense of manipulation, of course. She was her own master, up to the very end-- not a Fool for Love, like Spike, not a pinball of the Powers That Be. I adored her.
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And you said that you'd be coming to Jo's one weekend next month? Hopefully, I'll see you there.
I can't wait until I'm working a job where I get home earlier than 11 most nights.