Walk Towards the Light
When I started doing this blog I had all many different reasons. I wanted to tell my story and heal. I wanted to reach out. I wanted to look inside myself and maybe by some miracle or sort be able to help someone too. I also wanted to learn more about blogging formats.
To say it in another perspective, I started this blog when I was trying to defy and deny my depression. It was at that point when anxiety started brewing inside me...and it brewed-up pretty fast too. I was on mania.
I went to my good soul sister who happens to have pursued psychiatry. I told her I want medication :P I was given medications for Bipolar Mood Disorder Type II. I went through medication for a while. Stubborn as I was and will be, I stopped taking medication. I knew I needed it (had I not, I wouldn't have brought myself for it), but I gradually slipped off the medication. I didn't want to be solely dependent on it. I knew other forms of therapy but could not afford it.
I almost went to self-therapy!!! But I knew I couldn't do it on my own. At that point I had admitted that much. Other people went to me for help before. I should be able to do as they did. I can go somewhere for help. Pretty much I did the preliminaries...I identified my problem areas and I set out intended goals relating to the problem I am feeling. This was how I used to begin my helping to others too.
The rest of my therapeutic process was chopsuey....hahaha. I wouldn't recommend it to people. But it worked for me.
I began to work on one area at a time. I stopped doing some tasks, including this blog.
Now, months after, I won't go to say I have simplified things. I still have a lot going on my end. I think I may have even more before the episode. Contrary to that moment, my mind is more still. I can now vouche that my old post on overcoming regrets works well. Deliberately, I have chosen to continue walking towards the light.
To say it in another perspective, I started this blog when I was trying to defy and deny my depression. It was at that point when anxiety started brewing inside me...and it brewed-up pretty fast too. I was on mania.
I went to my good soul sister who happens to have pursued psychiatry. I told her I want medication :P I was given medications for Bipolar Mood Disorder Type II. I went through medication for a while. Stubborn as I was and will be, I stopped taking medication. I knew I needed it (had I not, I wouldn't have brought myself for it), but I gradually slipped off the medication. I didn't want to be solely dependent on it. I knew other forms of therapy but could not afford it.
I almost went to self-therapy!!! But I knew I couldn't do it on my own. At that point I had admitted that much. Other people went to me for help before. I should be able to do as they did. I can go somewhere for help. Pretty much I did the preliminaries...I identified my problem areas and I set out intended goals relating to the problem I am feeling. This was how I used to begin my helping to others too.
The rest of my therapeutic process was chopsuey....hahaha. I wouldn't recommend it to people. But it worked for me.
I began to work on one area at a time. I stopped doing some tasks, including this blog.
Now, months after, I won't go to say I have simplified things. I still have a lot going on my end. I think I may have even more before the episode. Contrary to that moment, my mind is more still. I can now vouche that my old post on overcoming regrets works well. Deliberately, I have chosen to continue walking towards the light.
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