Friday, May 12, 2017

Sometimes You Learn Things About Yourself Unexpectedly: Why I'm Glad I Watched '13 Reasons Why', But Wouldn't Recommend It

It's been Mental Health Awareness week (May 7 - 13) so I've been viewing a lot of videos of celebrities sharing their own struggles with mental health. One of them in particular (I can't remember who it was...sorry I am terrible at paying attention to who's who in Hollywood) said something about knowing your triggers. This led me to pondering what triggered my recent slippage.

It's important to mention that I am an emotional mirror. I tend to be a sponge when it comes to taking on other people's feelings and this includes artificial emotions as portrayed by actors in a movie or series. In the past, when I am already depressed, I have had the tendency to watch depressing shows or movies. Misery loves company I guess. In the throws of depression it's hard not to wallow. Watching happy things doesn't sponge as well. It usually just makes me feel worse because it reminds me that I have no real reasons to feel so dark inside. But that's depression. Anyway, I'd been in a pretty good place. Then a few things happened. I started a new diet (Keto) so going through carbs withdrawals was challenging, as well as learning where to get needed nutrient from sources other than fruit, my mom came to visit (I love her but that is always super stressful for me for multiple reasons that I won't share publicly because I'm not going to do that to her), and then I binge-watched 13 Reasons Why.

If you haven't heard of this show yet, 13 Reasons Why is a Netflix original show about a teenage girl who commits suicide then leaves a series of tapes explaining what people and experiences led her to making the decision to end her life. It includes a fairly graphic scene of her committing suicide.

I watched it because I work in the field of psychology (well when I'm not a SAHM that is). The field of psychology was going on and on and on about the controversial aspects of this show. Lots of people had been talking about it. I felt that it was important for me to watch it firsthand so I knew why there was so much talk. 

In retrospect, it might not have been the best choice for me to watch it, however, if I had not, I may not have discovered a potential trigger. I was in a pretty good place before I started watching this show. As I continued to watch it, I seemed to spiral down. Clearly, there could be many potential variables here, but I really believe this might have been one of them. The suicide scene in particular sent shivers into my soul. The actress did a fantastic job acting out what a person might actually go through during those moments. The sobbing, heavy breathing, the letting go, the utter emptiness in her eyes. It was a bit scary because I have been in that moment before. That moment right before you do something that could either kill you or change your life forever. It's a very scary place to be. And as she slit her arms and bled out, my heart sank. As her mother found her in a tub full of water and blood, my heart broke. I imagine what it would be like to find my own child in that state. There aren't words. The level of devestation for all parties is quite indescribable. And it was at that point that I almost stopped watching. It bothered me a lot. I couldn't get the image out of my head, the sound of her quick breaths as she sliced through her own flesh and lay there slowing fading away. But for some idiot reason I thought I needed to have knowledge of this so I would know what people were talking about, I watched on. This show pulled me down into dark places that I don't like to be in. It reminded me of pain that I try not to remember. It very well could have been one significant factor in my own slip. 

Since then, I have pondered what my triggers could have been for my recent struggle. I truly believe that, although I kind of wish I wouldn't have watched it now, that it was important for me to. The reason is that it gave me some new insight on myself. I learned that perhaps things like this are something I need to steer clear from. I should've known. I tried reading the series of The Girl With A Dragon Tattoo and couldn't finish. Too much rape. I have never been raped, but being sexually molested is almost as invasive and scarring (I imagine). It triggered me, I felt it, and I stopped reading. 

So, if you are considering watching this show, I caution you. It is hard to watch and hard to forget. If you have a past that could potentially be triggered by this show, don't watch it. You won't miss out. Besides the triggers, it's also kind of horrible in how it portrays the girl. She never seems to try very hard to fight for herself then she leaves a trail of blame behind her which can be equally torturous for those that may have cared about her. They will blame themselves even more. It's a contagion. It also sends a message that grown ups won't help, won't listen, and won't reach out. It really is kind of a horrible show in all honestly, but only in that way. The actors were excellent and the show itself cinematically, was well done. However, had they had experts consulting them on this show perhaps the meat of it could have been more tasteful, realistic, and less inaccurate. 

In any case, I learned a valuable lesson here. And I am happy to share that I think I have finally pulled myself out of that gray funk it took me to. Thank goodness for running and yoga!! So, if you're considering this show or wondering perhaps why you may be slipping, take note of what you're exposing yourself to. You may be getting triggered without realizing it. 

Sunday, May 7, 2017

For Me It Wasn't JUST a 5k

So I wrote a whole big post about this and somehow my cache didn't work so I lost everything. Therefore, I sit and write again for those who are interested in reading. Maybe it was fate. My entry was half-assed, I'll admit. I have been absent from the blogosphere for a while. Depression has crept back in and I am working on trying to figure out why. I have been uninspired.

I think my nutrients are off because of my new diet annnnnd well, I hate to admit it but I have fallen back to bad habits of not eating at all. I've been kind of a wreck inside lately. Mainly because I work out every fucking day and see almost no results. So I change my diet (temporary Keto then low carb after). And still, nothing. So nevertheless I fell into not eating again. It's hard when I'm just not ever hungry. Nothing sounds good when you aren't hungry. And I haven't been hungry because I'm in ketosis. So, I just gotta feed myself when I need it and I haven't been doing that.

But here's the real deal for this post. I ran my very first legit 5k. And regardless of the naysayers (yes I'm still a bit butthurt from that lady at the fitness center who scoffed at my just a 5k) I fucking did it. And I worked hard for this. I pushed myself. I keep pushing myself. Sometimes I feel like I'm running away from that little gray cloud of depression that tends to lurk in the shadows. Probably true to some extent actually. And lately, I've been working out harder and running more because I am feeling it creep back a little.

The feeling at the end of the run was something I may have trouble describing. I felt a rush of emotion. I was a bit surprised at myself. I have always been the type of person that gives up pretty easily when it comes to physical struggles. I've ridden the roller coaster of weight loss my whole life. But this time I didn't give up. I knew I'd be slow, but that's not what's important to me. The important thing is that I set a goal to do this thing and I did it!

If you notice, I didn't wear the t-shirt that came with the run. It was important to me, for my first 5k, can. I have been persisting for quite some time. I wouldn't be where I am in life today at all if I had believed those people. And that is what it meant to me. I did something important that some people didn't think I could. I wanted to have something special, so I had a custom tank made at a local business that read "Nevertheless, she persisted". (Thanks 24hr Tees!) Now, I am fully aware of the political meaning behind this phrase and it is perfectly appropriate for this occasion. As a woman, it's perfectly appropriate for any occasion where a woman rises above and challenges society's view of women. But it also meant more to me than just that. This phrase resonates with me because as I run I carry the weight of my past. I hear the echoes of people in my head who didn't believe in me and said I can't do things. I fuel myself on proving to them and myself that I can.

Some of the reason behind my persistence was proving to others that I could do it. But I was also trying to prove it to myself. I did this for me. I did this because I love running. I love pushing myself. I love the feeling of accomplishing something awesome. I run for my life. I run for me. I run because I love running and I love myself. This is the one body I will have for this life and I want to treat it well. I deserve that much. I deserve to feel amazing and strong.

I'd also add that part of this experience was enhanced by the fact that my sister-in-law did it with me. She is such an incredible woman. She has had my back no matter what. She cheers me on, pushes me, and loves me unconditionally. She's the best kind of running partner. I love her so much more than words are able to express and am deeply grateful that I was able to share this experience with her. The first of many!!

So onward I go. Another 5k in June and August. Zombie run in October. And that might be it for me this year. Next year I aim to do the Warrior Dash and a few others probably. This little "hobby" of mine is probably here to stay. I will keep running as long as I am able. I won't quit. I will persist.