Bittersweet Heartsongs

My rants and raves about the World

Overcoming my past to ensure a better future!

Filed under: Anxiety,Depression/Anger — Artchic528 at 2:36 am on Tuesday, March 22, 2016

So, yeah. If you’ve been following my posts on the forums at Psych Central, you’ve no doubt read about my delving into the dating scene again. I was constantly asking myself what I was missing from my past relationships, why intimacy felt more so like I was just going through the motions just to reach some form of self satisfaction, rather than the anything meaningful or deep. Somebody was kind enough to enlighten me that I lacked a deep emotional bond, which is where my previous post came into play and why I am now making the attempt to open up more fully.

You see, growing up, bullying was rather the norm for me. I grew used to be taunted, teased and ridiculed. I could sort of let the insults go after a while, but when I reached Middle School, something changed. My fellow classmate, a girl we shall call “Maddie”, at first seemed to try and befriend me, but later on, I realized, she had been starting rumors about me throughout the school. Nasty rumors, not just about me, mind you, but about my only two friends. Apparently, as the rumor goes, the rumors spread like wildfire. Everywhere I went at school, I’d hear snickering, whispers, and be asked about the rumors in a taunting, jeering way.

Now, I know that teenage girls can be downright vicious, but what she did went beyond anything she probably realized. You see, she had been claiming things I did with my friends, rather intimate things. She, of course, had said what she did out of the sheer shock value no doubt, but little did she know I had been undergoing an internal struggle, one I had dealt since I began to not only notice the boys in school in a romantic, more attractive sense, but girls as well. I felt the feelings I was developing about boys was “normal” but not so much the feelings about girls. I was so confused about why these feelings were bubbling up inside of me. At first I tried to quell them, squash them deep down inside of me, saying that they were “not normal”, or sick or disgusting and that I should be ashamed I was having them. So, when “Maddie” started that awful rumor, she had dealt a deeper, more scarring blow.

Thanks to my grandmother, I was made to be raised in Catholicism, so yeah, those sorts of feelings were immediately equated as “bad”. I grew depressed, introverted, and distant from my peers, hoping they wouldn’t catch wind of me having these thoughts and feelings and using them as further fodder for the fire. High School wasn’t any better. I grew so isolated, I eventually just either spent my lunch period in the school’s Library not eating, or when that wasn’t an option, I grabbed a bathroom stall and ate in there.

It wasn’t until much later, when I was in my mid twenties that I decided once and for all that I didn’t care how “wrong” or “disgusting” the thoughts and feelings were, I liked them and was going to embrace them. I was finally confident enough to admit to myself that I was bisexual. I haven’t come out to my family though, and probably never will unless I wind up dating a girl at somepoint. I guess there’s no real need to explain it until then.

So, now you know a little bit more about why I’m so emotionally distant, so seemingly apathetic sometimes. Why I might act out in an aggressive way when I feel threatened. I’m trying to overcome that, and feel that in doing so, I will become more able to connect fully with a romantic partner.

Well, that’s about all for now.


Heartburn City and Other Musings

Filed under: Anxiety — Artchic528 at 12:43 am on Monday, December 21, 2015

I’ve got this awful acid reflux and heartburn that gets really bad at night, to the point of throwing up sometimes. I’ve recently read that having this increases one’s chance of getting esophageal cancer by 10% or thereabouts. Freaking out big time. Here’s the article in case anyone is reading this and is curious:

I’ve been known to make mountains out of molehills and to be a slight hypochondriac, so maybe I’m worrying over nothing. No use in doing that right? Fretting over nothing will only make you sicker. It also doesn’t help that I’m also a sufferer of anxiety disorder. Meh, let’s throw in clinical depression and a sprinkling of being introverted while we’re at it. What’s a few more things to worry over?

Oh, and before I forget, I ordered a new kind of Macro enhancing lens to help me get amazing up close macro shots with my Kodak point and shoot camera. It’s for my doll blog I’m going to start doing again. I had been doing it for a while, but lost interest for some reason. I can’t remember what that was though. My memory hasn’t been the greatest with Abilify. Short term seems to suffer the most, I’ve noticed.

If you’re reading this AND like dolls and doll reviews, have a look at (unashamed plug, I know) I’ve got some work to do, but it has a couple of entries in it as of now. Going to work on a logo for it that has an image of a doll silhouette. Good stuff, good stuff.

Welp, it’s late and my brain is zapping itself like a supercharged Tesla coil (Google it, you’ll see what I’m talking about). Might need to turn my thoughts towards taking my meds. Like I said, my memory sucks so I sometimes forget to do that in the morning. Ah, the wonderful world of being mentally healthy. Fun stuff.