Order from Chaos

I hope to use this blog not only as a journal or a catalogue of my own experiences but also as a kind of reference for anybody else out there who may be going through similar experiences. Mental health is incredibly important, especially today, when more and more people are being diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety. If you can relate to anything in this or future posts, please do get in touch. I would love to hear from you.

When I recently went through another low point in my life (mentally), I got through it with help from my good friends. They lifted me up like nothing else could and I am forever grateful. I realised, however, that I would need to change something in my life so that I could cope with my depression and anxiety a lot better on my own. That’s when I started taking control and bringing order and meaning to my life.

One day, when I hit the lowest point of my depression, I reached out to my friends. They spoke to me and lifted me up, as I explained at the beginning of this entry. Now, I do not believe that there is much else in this world which could be an effective substitute for talking to somebody when it comes to depression; however, what I did next was so simple and yet so effective. It made me feel a million times better; so much so that I’ve kept it going, in one form or another: I brought structure to my life, where there had previously been none. Before, I would just go to work, come home, eat (if I could be bothered) and veg out whilst watching YouTube, before going to sleep and then getting up and doing it all again. I didn’t realise how much worse this way of living was actually making me feel. This chaos. That is until I organised my life and introduced order.

It was my turn, that weekend, to clean the flat. Now, any time I had done this before, I had just arbitrarily started cleaning and stopped whenever I thought I was done. This time, though, it was very different. I got some post it notes and wrote each job on a single post it:

  1. DISHES
  2. KITCHEN
  3. HOOVERING
  4. MOPPING
  5. BATHROOM

I stuck them all on the door frame and stuck some ska music on my Spotify (it was actually someone very special to me who had put me in the mood for ska and I feel that this only added to my positive mood even more). I got to work and each time I finished a job I took the Sharpie and scored it out on the post it. Once I had finished all of the jobs on my list and scored them out, I grabbed each post it, crumpled them all up into a big ball and threw them in the bin. I mean, I could have done it individually, as each task was completed; however, saving it all to the end was far more satisfying and it helped me feel like I had accomplished something greater. I sat down and realised: this was the most content and fulfilled I had felt in a very long time. I was awestruck with how much better I felt and I was so proud of myself. From that moment on, I made a promise to myself that I would do this as often as I could. Organise my life, that is, not clean the flat. I really am not a neat freak…. and so far, I have kept that promise. I have organised my life into things that need to be done by writing myself lists. I have a static list of things that I must do, such as making my bed in the morning and getting out my front door. Then I have a list of extras, which are things that are not as important but it would be nice if I could get them done. The way I see it, if all I can manage on any given day is the “must” list, that’s fine. I’ve taken care of myself and that’s what matters. If I manage a few more things or even just one other thing from the “extras” list, I count that as an achievement and I give myself a pat on the back. This way, I’m organising and prioritising my life but at the same time limiting the risk of over stressing myself and allowing myself to fall into another low point.

I am still fighting my depression and anxiety on a daily basis, such is the nature of chaos; however, now that I have introduced order to my life, I feel that I am far better equipped to cope with it than I ever have been before.

“Life is suffering, but I got this.”

Love and peace.

The Bus Chronicles: The Front of the Bus, He Cannae Look

Well, I’m on my usual bus to work and to be quite honest I initially thought there was nothing about which I could write. Everyone on the bus seems normal and they’re all minding their own business. Except me, of course. People watching like fuck.

People watching. We all do it, even if we tell others that we don’t. It’s natural. It’s part of the human condition. During my people watching on this particular journey, I spotted a gentleman who was doing the very same. Except he was in quite an awkward position. He had chosen to sit at the front of the bus, in one if those seats that face the back. He was facing every other passenger.

Watching him people watch was absolutely fascinating (or maybe it really wasn’t and it was just a case of me needing anything to make this journey less boring). I would catch him looking at other passengers, watching them as they drink a can of juice or as they type on their phone. Then he would evidently feel awkward and his eyes would dart towards the window and his expression would change to one of “oh what a lovely view”. Seeing the awkwardness in his face, combined with an expression that suggested he didn’t know where to look, was priceless. I’m free to look around and not make eye contact with anybody. Yet here he is, eyes darting around the bus because he’s scared he’ll lock eyes with somebody for too long. I feel you, bruh. Wouldn’t want to be in your seat.

Hopefully something funnier will happen on the next journey.

My First Post

Well, here it is. I have decided to start a blog and this is my first post. Exciting, eh?

I suppose the tagline for my page may seem a little pessimistic and negative at first glance so I figured that I would use my first post to go into it in a little more detail and clarify what I mean by it.

Life is suffering. I know a few people who might vehemently disagree with that statement, claiming that I am being far too negative. Most people might think the same. I am, in fact, viewing life in a very positive manner when I use the statement and I know that many of you may find this to be very strange. I’ll tell you what, I found it to be strange when I first stumbled across it, as I had an incredibly positive outlook on life and took everything in my stride. I am pretty sure that I scoffed at the notion of life merely being about suffering and just said to myself “I’m not suffering. I love my life and I want to live it to the fullest.” Oh, how naive was I? As it turns out, very.

Around 2 years ago, I had my first experience with severe depression and anxiety. This was a terrifying experience, as I suddenly went from being a very laid back and positive guy to being a twisted, pessimistic and anxious human being. It was alien to me. At first, I did not know how to deal with it but luckily I had very good friends who supported me and helped me pull myself back up. It has been an ongoing and constant struggle over the last 2 years, fighting my depression and anxiety every single day. Of course, different things have happened in my life, which have contributed to my low moods so these can’t be attributed solely to depression. Such is the chaos of life. These unexpected events, I feel, only contribute to the notion that life is suffering and this is where the lightbulb moment came and changed my perspective. Here is my view on life at this moment:

Life is suffering. Pure and simple. The majority of the things that happen in your life are quite negative; however, this is by no means an implication that you should just accept reality and wallow in your suffering. Well, that wouldn’t be a good life at all, would it? No. It is just a starting point. Once you realise that life is suffering, it is then understanding that finding your own ways of dealing with the suffering that gives life its meaning. If you approach your life with the understanding that negative things will regularly happen and you build on your ability to deal with these negative things, you put yourself in a better poition to appreciate the positive things that will inevitably happen. It will put you in a better position to notice the positive things.

The sentiment that comes along with “life is suffering” is not merely “life’s a bitch and then you die”. It is “life’s a bitch but you got this”.

Love and Peace.