So I’ve established it’s important to come to terms with not knowing things and being comfortable. I really feel it’s the best approach to life, just taking the experience as it is. It’s okay to be curious, in fact I’d encourage that too. For me personally though I have had to accept that there are things I’ll never understand. Sz is one of those things. Before I had this illness I had the arrogant confidence of thinking I could wrap my head around anything that existed, and for the most part I can. Some higher level math stuff is still really difficult and complex and there are some things about linguistics that trip me up. Things I could study and familiarize myself with, but haven’t really felt up the challenge of doing that since the onset. Anyways I’m getting side tracked.
I really want to capture the mystery of life for myself and others. The feeling of imagining the beginning and the end in all those ancient settings.
How many people have worked hard everyday to live and eventually had their lives ended abruptly by the sword or bullets. I mean they were really trying to live and all that effort was for whatever they might have died for. If they died for anything. They could’ve been a victim of merciless slaughter. A real tragedy.
We’re all born to this and all this chaos is going on. We should be afraid at all times, but instead we find beauty and happiness.
It’s really quite impressive how humans work, regardless of where they came from.
For the last week I felt like I was on a downward spiral into delusion, full blown psychosis, non stop voices. I had the fear. Yet after being awake for a couple hours of processing I found the strength to face the world as I experience it. And it’s gone pretty well.
I had a moment of feeling strong and capable, I was reflecting on how I go through this every day and somehow always manage to pull through. Reminded me of my life before sz where I was working 60 hour weeks and loving it.
It’s weird to finally have traces of clarity in the storm. Somehow I’m still recovering and learning to manage this mess of ■■■■ that happens in my mind.
Learning to not think about certain things was key, and I’m finally getting to the point where my thoughts are outside the obsessive realm of psychotic delusion. I learned to my feel guilty and allow myself to forget the mental tendencies I have. It’s helped a lot, it breaks the cycle.
Well that’s all for now. Thanks for reading.