Life

New Year’s Resolutions, 2024

Last year (actually it was 2 years ago lol, wow how time flies), I posted about the new year’s resolutions that I’ve had in previous years, and my new resolution was basically to continue the past ones.

This year, I do actually have *new* resolutions. Here they are:

  • Using Luminosity.

Luminosity is a brain-training app that I used in summer 2022 when I was dealing with post-covid brain fog. I found that it helped. I’ve been feeling brain-foggy again recently, so I think I’ll try it again.

It looks like Luminosity has added more free features since the last time I used it, so maybe I won’t even need to pay for it. But if I do feel like I’m missing out by not having the premium version, I will get it because even though it’s more than I’d like to pay for an app, it pales in comparison to my other healthcare costs.

  • Doing strength training.

I recently found out that people’s bone mass and muscle mass typically peak in their 20s. I’m currently in my 20s. This kinda freaked me out a little because I don’t think I have strong or big muscles or bones at all, so if it’s only going to get worse from here, that’s not good. Osteoporosis also really runs in my family. My mom’s been diagnosed with it and recently broke a bone. I also broke a bone recently. I do wonder if I wouldn’t have broken it if I’d had better bone density.

Anyway, I used to not worry about long-term health risks like this because I had a “sense of a foreshortened future” due to ptsd, i.e, I thought I would die soon/early and not live to be old. Thankfully, this ptsd symptom is fading!! It is great, but I do feel like I am kinda “late to the game” in terms of being aware of and counteracting long-term health risks. Now that I don’t feel like I’m going to die next year, these farther-off things feel worth worrying about and preparing for.

I also never knew that strength training was actually useful beyond looking like you had big muscles. I guess I was ignorant. I’ve done exercise in the past (not as much recently due to chronic illnesses like fibromyalgia), but I’ve mainly done aerobic exercise like dancing, running, and swimming. I’ve never had a gym membership or lifted weights beyond gym class in high school one time or occasionally lifting books or full water bottles in my room when I feel like I need more arm strength. Anyway, strength training and resistance training are things I will look into more and try to do this coming year because they are supposed to increase bone density.

  • Writing more.

I find writing helpful for many reasons. It is nice to have a record to look back on, or even to “command-F” search through, because I am sometimes forgetful or dissociated. Writing also helps me to put my thoughts in order. Editing, even minimal editing, feels good for my brain somehow. It feels like things are more organized and structured. There is more logic. When I am writing, I am trying to get at the truth. (but it doesn’t have to be perfect! I try to not expect perfection!) Sometimes I go back and correct myself. If I am just thinking in words, it is harder to do this because I forget what I was just thinking about. I forget what conclusions I come to and how I got to them. Writing also helps me to focus on one thing at a time.

There are also downsides to writing: It requires much more effort from me than thinking the same words does. Typing on my computer can tire my hands and wrists. Typing on my phone feels easier, physically, but also feels less “clean” and open/free? Maybe it’s because the screen is smaller, and I have less perspective? It also makes editing harder. I don’t know.

I used to write a lot in my journal and then additionally on here. I haven’t done much of either recently. I’ve been trying to get back into both, and I guess it’s kinda working. I’d like to do it more. I’m struggling to write a cover letter for a job application, and one of the aspects that make it difficult is cognitive challenge of writing itself. I feel out of practice with making grammatically-correct, logical sentences that flow from one to the next and are organized in logical paragraphs. I used to be more in the mindset for this in college, and even mores in high school. I think that writing more will also be good practice for my brain (see brain fog above).

  • As a subset of the above goal, blogging.

I have some ideas for posts I want to make, but I rarely actually make them. It’s hard for me to get the energy to start things because of executive dysfunction and also physical exhaustion or pain. Also, grieving Ashley was/is hard. But I think I am getting more used to wordpress without Ashley and am making peace with it (though not forgetting her or stopping being sad).

  • Eat more foods.

Because I’ve been doing the low FODMAP diet for my IBS for so long, my diet has become pretty limited, and I worry that I’m missing out on key nutrients. I’ve started taking a multivitamin again and now also a magnesium supplement for my nerve pain, which my neurologist recommended (I think it’s maybe helping?? But it’s too soon to say for sure). I know that it’s not recommended to do low fodmap for so long and that it’s supposed to just be a temporary thing. I’ve been doing it for about 3 or 4 years now. Most of the foods I’ve tried to reintroduce have still given me reactions, so I’ve kept them cut out.

But, my digestive system has been pretty settled/stable for a while, so maybe I can try again. I just found out that I can eat honeydew and cantaloupe, which is a very exciting realization for me!! I think that these may have a different type of fructan from the fructan(s?) in onions and garlic. That difference would explain why I cannot have any onion or garlic but am seemingly fine with honeydew and cantaloupe. I also want to eat more herbs like basil, mint, parsley, rosemary, etc because they are low fodmap, and I’m thinking they could be a good way to get more diverse foods and minerals/nutrients into my system.

  • Understand autism and PDA (pathological demand avoidance) better.

Something that I’ve discovered in the past couple of years that I don’t think I’ve written about on the blog yet is that I’m autistic. I wanted to make a whole post about it to explain, out of fear of misconceptions, stigma, judgement, and doubt of my self diagnosis / loss of trust in the what I say?, but I haven’t gotten around to doing that yet (and maybe I never will lol), so I’m just saying it now anyway because I don’t want to hide it, and the above is genuinely one of my new year’s resolutions.

I’ve learned a ton about autism, how it presents in me, and what I can do to manage it. (For example, I now have noise-blocking Loop earbuds that I can wear on public transportation, where it is chaotically noisily, that make me calmer.) But I don’t know much about PDA, and I don’t feel like I understand it or how to deal with it, even though I think it is affecting my life a lot (for the worse). So, I’d like to do some investigation into that and understand it better and figure out what I can do about it. Maybe that just means more body doubling and finding external structure, or maybe there are other tricks I don’t know about.

I have other things I want to do, but those feel like the big ones at the moment, in terms of resolutions. 🙂

Do you have resolutions, goals, plans, intentions, or hopes, etc for the new year?

Life

Life update, idk

I’m really just making a post to get over the hump of not posting for a while. This blog (both the act of writing it and the interactions with people) has been a source of support for me in the past, and I have been feeling its absence in my life.

There are a lot of things I could write about. Life is weird for me right now. I graduated in May and have been living back at home since then. I was pretty busy over the summer with family stuff and had initially planned to get a job by September 1st, but then the end of the summer came, and I hadn’t applied to jobs, and I felt exhausted from the summer and like I hadn’t gotten the break I wanted, and I wasn’t ready to dive into working 40-hour weeks for the rest of my life.

So I kinda decided to take more of a break. And it was good at first. I wasn’t super mentally OR physically ill for the first time in many years, and I enjoyed being a somewhat healthy person and relishing the pain-free and depression- and ptsd-free days. It felt healing to be at home without trauma happening at home and to have more pleasant relationships with my parents. It was nice to work on sewing projects and other things I’d been wanting to do but didn’t have time for.

But just a few weeks later, that phase ended. I went through a heartbreak realizing that my longtime crush doesn’t like me romantically. I got lonely and felt trapped at home (I don’t have my own car, and there isn’t public transportation here). I had some disagreements with my parents that resulted in several hours of crying and stress. I got sick with a cold that just wouldn’t go away and ended up in urgent care (I may have asthma). A horrible tingling pain I have sometimes after showering, which is worse in cold weather, came back strongly. Being tired from the cold virus/asthma and with the shorter daylight hours, I stopped going on walks and getting out in nature regularly.

I auditioned for two dance groups that I’d been excited about and was rejected from both.

Now I’m kinda just sad. It’s not a healing, restful, fun break anymore. It’s a sad, depressing, stressful situation I want to leave. At least that gives me more motivation to apply to jobs. I’m working on it. I joined a professional organization and got a mentor. I worked on a cover letter. I haven’t finished it yet though. I’m trying not to judge myself for still living at home unemployed with my parents. I know my dad is judging me.

Right now, some of my brother’s friends are staying at our house. It’s actually quite fun. They’re all really nice. It makes me miss college. I feel like I was just starting to have fun friend group times when covid happened, and I had to leave campus. It makes me sad for when they leave tomorrow. I don’t know how to replicate that kind of atmosphere outside of college. I feel safer alluding to queer things and mentally ill things around them. I think many of them share my identities and political views. I want a friend group like this that I can hang out with regularly late at night. I want to be around a group of people who joke around and have fun but where I don’t have to participate or talk all the time if I don’t want to. And where I feel safe to be myself and don’t have to monitor my reactions. Where I can be celebrated for being me. Right now they’re still downstairs, and I’m alone in my room because I feel like I’m intruding on their social time together.

I’m feeling a lot of sadness I guess. It’s hard to keep it from becoming depression.

Affirmations

Affirmation #31: I don’t have to do it all on my own.

Image description: A bright yellow sticky note with the words, “I don’t have to do it all on my own.” written in pen.

I don’t have to do it all on my own. The weight of the world’s problems is not just on my shoulders. There are many people that care about and are working on the same issues that I care about and am working on (climate change, social justice, etc).

In my personal life, there are people who can support me. My mom can make me food that I can freeze so that I don’t have to do all my cooking on my own. I can get help from classmates and professors on problem sets. I can get emotional support and advice from friends. I don’t have to do it all on my own.

Life

Missing Ashley

Hello. I miss wordpress. I miss Ashley. I hadn’t been on wordpress frequently, and didn’t find out until December that she passed away in October. I am sad. I feel weird being back here. I kinda don’t want to continue on with my blog without her.

She gave me a lot of support. She liked every single one of my posts, I think. I learned a lot about mental health from her. I learned a lot about blogging from her. I met other bloggers that are now friends through the comments on her blog. Her blog/website really is amazing. I really liked her. I admired her. I thought about writing a book on mental health like she had done because she inspired me, and then when I mentioned me maybe doing it, she encouraged me as well. Now, I’m not so sure.

I want her to be here and comment on this post and tell me what she thinks.

How will I know what wordpress’s latest updates are without her? Some missing things are smaller, and others are bigger.

She was one of few people that commented on my blogs. And the person on wordpress that I had known the longest. She followed my blog from my start, and I followed hers, and we both stuck with it. For four and a half years. I felt like I knew her, and she knew me. We did know each other. It sometimes feels strange to me that you can know and be friends with someone online, entirely through text and the occasional picture, not through voice, video, or physically being in the same room. But “online friends are real friends,” as they say… I think the online aspect just makes her death feel less real. Harder to internalize and accept as reality.

She once gave me advice/perspective/her good opinion, when I was feeling guilty about getting into graduate school through the back door. She said that whether it was the front door, the back door, or the cat door, the school is the one that put those doors there.

Some things have really stuck with me.

Because of her death, I do want to come on here and say that I am, indeed, alive. I’m doing alright, too. School- and career-wise, things are going well. Mentally, I was doing well, but this week, I’ve taken a dip for some reason. Physically, I’m doing ~okay~ — not the worst and not the best. Eating is hard. I find it hard to get enough food.

That’s all for now. Sending virtual hugs to the Ashley, who won’t see them… ❤ ❤ It makes me so sad. I’m tearing up.

Life, trauma

My behavior is right for a specific environment

(Note: most of this was written in 2020.) 

When I’m at college most of the year, I am sometimes…picky…about germs. I open doors with my elbows, sanitize anything that falls on the floor, and rewash my arm if it touches the wall of the shower.

I’m also very sensitive to sensations on my skin or slight movements in the distance. When a piece of hair falls on my skin, I immediately brush it off. When the wind blows the leaves and the shadow shifts slightly, I notice it out of the corner of my eye and quickly turn to look.

At college, these behaviors aren’t really useful. They don’t serve any functions, and they end up making me stressed out about things that aren’t worth stressing over. I don’t enjoy jumping and screaming when I see someone’s shoes turn the corner ahead of me (yes, this happened). At times I am overwhelmed by all the potential germs and feel paralyzed because everything I touch is unclean and there’s no way to get away from it all. In those circumstances, my reactions are not adaptive. They are harming me.

This is how I saw it for a long time. My friends know that I’m “weird about germs.” At school, I used my DBT skills, checked the facts, saw that there was no real danger, and tried opposite action or distress tolerance skills to reduce my anxiety.

But when I came home this summer, I saw for the first time how my reactions were justified in the environment I grew up in. Like I said, I’m super sensitive to things on my skin. I was outside chasing one of our chickens back into the coop — which was a stressful experience, because hawks can easily grab and kill them when they’re out of the coop, and I also felt like I was scaring this poor chicken and traumatizing her, but there was nothing I could do about that because I couldn’t, like, talk to her, and I had to get her back to the coop so a hawk wouldn’t get her.

Anyway, I was in long grass, and I felt a very slight sensation on my leg, like something crawling up it. I’ve been trying to ignore things like that because it makes me so anxious and makes me feel like I need to check everything a million times to make sure nothing’s there, even in the middle of the night, when it’s really okay. So I kinda tried to ignore it, but failed, and looked down at my leg.

Lo and behold, it was a tiny deer tick crawling up my leg! It was so small and light that I doubt I would have noticed it if I hadn’t been so sensitive. And ticks are dangerous: many carry Lyme disease, which I have been treated for three times, and which everyone in my family has had at some point. So, I was responding to a real and significant threat. My sensitivity to things on my skin was out of place at college, but it was so justified at home.

This is a clear example to me, but it can apply to a lot of things, especially trauma. Different behaviors are helpful in different environments. This makes me have more understanding and compassion for my habits.


Another example [written 2022] is poison ivy vs. germs. As described above, I tend to be picky about germs and very conscious of which things have been contaminated. I’m aware that x is dirty, and x touched y last week, and y touched z, so now I want to wash my hands after touching z…

This fear and behavior isn’t justified much with most bacteria and viruses. Many bacteria and viruses die when they are on a surface for just a few hours. And pretty much all of them are dead after a couple months.

However, I realized recently that my anti-contamination habits don’t come from experience with germs: they come from my experience with poison ivy! Unlike germs, the harmful part of poison ivy isn’t living. It is the oil, which is made up of proteins. These proteins take two years or more to degrade!

So, a jacket that fell into poison ivy three months ago likely still has the poison ivy oils on it and will give me a bad rash. This happened to me in 6th grade. I got a bad rash on my face after touching my jacket that fell in poison ivy months earlier.

I’ve also gotten poison ivy from touching random sticks and leaves on the forest floor that touched poison ivy at some point, even though I didn’t see poison ivy leaves nearby. That’s because those innocent sticks and leaves did touch poison ivy and get the oils on them, which did not degrade, and gave me poison ivy.

I’ve also gotten poison ivy from my sneakers several times. I often walk though poison ivy in my sneakers, and the oil sticks around for a while. A habit I’ve developed to deal with this is that I Purell or wash my hands every time I put on my shoes. Last week, I got tired of doing this, and now I have poison ivy on my leg where I touched it with my poison-ivy-y hands. There’s the consequence and the real danger that makes my habits useful in this environment.

Though these habits aren’t as necessary for germs (a notebook I dropped on a dirty floor doesn’t have to go untouched for months), they are incredibly useful in preventing me from getting poison ivy. Again, my behavior is right for a specific environment. As I remember someone on 7 Cups of Tea saying once, “I make sense in the context of my story.”

Life

Challenges of being forgetful

I’ve been very forgetful recently (past year or so, getting worse in the past few months). I’m not sure why. “Fibro fog” due to fibromyalgia and long covid are possibilities. There are other possibilities, too.

It’s very frustrating when I think of something I need to do, open my computer and go to the proper website… and then forget what on earth I am doing. Then I have to go back and reread what I was just looking at to see if I can get my brain to conjure up the same thought again. This method worked just now, but it often doesn’t work, and then I just don’t do what I need to do because I can’t hold onto the thought long enough to do it…

Sometimes I can’t write something down fast enough because that’s how quickly the thought leaves my mind. So my sticky notes are jumbled and unclear because they’re the only two words I could hold onto long enough. Then it’s difficult to interpret them later on.

In conversations, I often forget what we were just talking about. Or I had something to say earlier, but now I forget it, so I’m just silent. Sometimes it’s awkward.

(TW: bathroom; just this paragraph) When I use up the last of the toilet paper in the bathroom, I tell myself “toilet paper toilet paper toilet paper,” while I’m wiping and washing my hands so that I don’t forget. Even still, the thought leaves my head by the time I exit the bathroom. And so the toilet paper roll is empty when the next person wants to use the bathroom, despite my best efforts.

This is just a vent-type post to acknowledge the struggles I’m having with this particular thing. Writing it out makes me feel more valid. These really are struggles that happen very often to me and have real consequences.

Life

Ableist things people have said to me

I haven’t written about this too much on here, but I have several chronic illnesses. I got a bunch of diagnoses in this past year (YAY diagnoses!!!): IBS (irritable bowel syndrome), GERD (acid reflux), fibromyalgia, and strongly suspected endometriosis.

Anyway, there is a lot of ableism in the world. I have to deal with a lot of it. I’m sick of it. I feel like if maybe I write some of this stuff down, I’ll feel a little better.

My brother scolded me for bringing a bag (a small purse!!) to a dinner party. He said I was bringing too much and didn’t need it. I literally did need it!! It basically only had my medicines in it, which I would need to eat in order to eat a meal!!! (IBS & GERD issues)

I had covid, and I’ve been having heat intolerance (and fatigue) ever since. By heat intolerance, I mean that my heart rate gets really high when it is hot. I come close to fainting often. I have to skip work because of it. I told my friend this, and she said that maybe it’s because my ancestors come from colder climates that aren’t used to heat?? (I am White and my ancestors are from all over Europe — both hot and cold places) Maybe this one is a little racist, too, not just ableist. It annoys me because first of all, I’m normally always cold, even in the summer, and this is an established fact about me. Someone’s ancestry doesn’t dictate how their body works. Second of all, I was pretty clear that this is a new issue that has been happening since I have covid. It hasn’t been going on my whole life!! Ugh. It just felt like she wasn’t taking seriously how this new illness was impacting me. She did back off when I said this hasn’t been happening my whole life, though.

I will stop writing for now. Those are the things that are bothering me the most right now.

Affirmations

Affirmation #30: It’s never too late to ask for help!

It’s *never* too late to ask for help!

This affirmation is because I’ve been having trouble asking for help in my classes. And then as time goes on, and I still do not ask questions out of shame, I still do not know the material. And so I get more and more confused, lost, and behind in the class. This is a problem.

I am trying to remind myself that I can still ask for help in these circumstances. It is not too late. It is never too late to ask for help. There is still time for me to learn.

Coping Skills

Validation is MUSIC to my ears (how to validate!)

I came up with an acronym that helps me remember how to validate, and has helped me to teach my parents how to validate me.

The acronym is “MUSIC”:

  • M – Makes sense
  • U – Understand
  • S – Sounds like
  • I – Imagine
  • C – Can see

“It makes sense that you’re feeling that way, based on what has happened to you in the past.” “It makes sense that you’re angry because they were rude to you.”

“I understand that you are hurt.” “I understand that this has been a difficult time for you.” “I understand that you want some alone time.”

“It sounds like this experience really impacted you.” “It sounds like you’re feeling sad — is that right?”

“I can imagine that you might be overwhelmed.” “I imagine that this might bring up painful memories.”

“I can see that you are struggling.” “I can see how much you care.” “I can see how hard you’re trying.”

If you want to validate someone but don’t know how, just think: “Validation is MUSIC to my ears!” M-makes sense; U-understand; S-sounds like; I-imagine; C-can see.

Validation can feel quite, well, validating, which is often a good feeling of being understood, heard, and acknowledged. It can also make people feel more connected and close to each other. Hence the phrase, “Validation is music to my ears,” because it often feels very good to hear.

Validation also helps with emotion regulation. It helps people make sense of what they are experiencing, which can be calming. Putting a label (like, “fear”) on an emotion has been shown to decrease the intensity of the emotion. So, validation can help to regulate emotions. You don’t need someone else to validate you (though it is very nice and can help a lot). You can validate yourself, too. “I am feeling sad. It makes sense that I am feeling sad because I am missing out on things.” I try to do this, and when I do, it helps.


Other posts on DBT:

And other coping skills:

Affirmations

Affirmation #29: I can only do what I can do.

I can only do what I can do.

This sounds a little tautological, but it makes sense to me.

I have a doctor appointment coming up. I am worried that they won’t give me treatment or help that I need. Not that I want, that I need. I am trying to accept that I can only do so much, and that ultimately they have power over me and can control my access to medications, tests, and treatments. I am trying to radically accept that even if I do my best in this doctor appointment and am clear, assertive, and friendly, that they could deny me. So, I am trying to focus on what I can do.