jakebe: (Default)
For some reason Tuesday was a complete write-off. Sneppers was anxious about heading off to Feral! all Monday night, and in bed it had gotten to the point where he was worried something tragic and final was going to happen. "It feels like I'm saying goodbye," he told me while he hugged me. 

At the time I didn't think much of it, because this is an anxiety we share. Whenever I'm about to jump into a potentially-disastrous social situation, I spend the days leading up to it in an increasing panic that things will turn out terribly. I'll be awkward, or way too shy, and end up spending most of my time alone. Or I'll do or say something so embarrassing that I could never socially recover. Then, I go to the convention, have a great time, and come out of it really energized and grateful. 

I'm hoping the same happens for Sneppers. :) But it is scary, heading off to an isolated place of mostly-strangers, most of whom have formed a friend group over decades. I get why he'd be nervous.

Maybe it was the schedule interruption, or too many nights of too little sleep catching up with me, but after dropping him off on Tuesday morning I was gripped with that same fear: that some catastrophe would befall him. I couldn't shake it, and no matter how much I tried to calm down my heart kept racing and I kept feeling...disconnected from my body, like my consciousness is a balloon floating around but just...anchored to my body.

I'm learning now this is what my body feels like when it's disregulated.


I watched this video yesterday because I was curious about how the psychiatric community thought about the overlapping symptoms between Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (CPTSD), and Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) -- especially since BPD and CPTSD tend to develop in response to early traumas. 

What I found is that all of these conditions (including Autism Spectrum Disorder, or ASD) share this hypersensitivity of the nervous system in various ways. We tend to get overwhelmed with stimulation and that throws us into into, I guess, a "trauma state" where our bodies are replaying these intense situations and we automatically go into whatever coping mechanism we've adapted. The exact trigger for this overwhelm depends on the diagnosis and personal factors, but my understanding is that with ADHD and ASD our surroundings alone can be overstimulation enough and with CPTSD and BPD the triggers tend to be more specific.

Either way, once we're disregulated, it can be really hard to use the coping mechanisms that serve us better because the executive function tends to shut down and we're thrown into autopilot. For me, fleeing, freezing, and fawning are my maladaptive coping strategies, so when I'm in that bad brain state I look for ways to confirm "an unjust peace", let's say -- remove myself from the situation if I can, and lately, dissociate through marijuana. My instinct is to just not touch any emotion that's "too hot", but since I am who I am that's...most of them.

So: all this to say that I see how ADHD and CPTSD are futzing with my nervous system. I am often overstimulated by my environment and thus tend to get thrown into headspaces where I am...subconsciously craving escape like, all the time. I seek peace and quiet, but when that's not available I escape through any means I can find. That often means I'm leaning way too hard on crutches that make it easier to just not feel things. 

I think taking this week to just let myself stare at a blank wall (metaphorically speaking) and "discover" my personal frequency would be a useful exercise. I, of course, won't lack for company: Yeen and Grog will be meeting up for Friday Night Magic, and Wahson will be dropping by on Sunday for Movie Night. Ratty will be by for daily walks and such, and I might even see if a local fox/bear and kangaroo would be up to chilling sometime!

Meanwhile, in Final Fantasy XIV news...

I haven't talked much at all about FFXIV here, so I'll do my best to summarize. Final Fantasy XIV is a massively multiplayer online roleplaying game, or MMORPG, or MMO to get it down to a TLA. In an MMO, you control a character engaging in a mostly-linear yet living story, set in an open world populated by other people as well as "non-player characters" (NPCs) -- characters programmed into the world for some purpose. That purpose could be moving the story along, selling gear to players, or serving as an access point for mini-games and optional quests. It all adds up to an experience where you and your buddies -- or complete strangers -- squad up to save a cool fantasy realm from some kind of evil. 

In XIV, the fantasy realm is Eorzea, a continent on a star called The Source. Your character is the Warrior of Light, a hero who discovers their personal connections to a reality-bending conflict spanning space and time -- mostly by helping other people find THEIR callings. (Seriously, SO many story quests involve helping the people you meet find their jobs, it's weird but endearing.) The Warrior of Light (or WoL) can be any of eight races -- the humanoid Hyur; the tall and pointy-eared Elezen; the huge, earth-hued Roegadyn; the tiny and resilient Lalafell; the felinoid Miqo'te; the draconic Au Ra; the leporine Viera; and the burly, leonine Hrothgar. 

MY WoL is a Hrothgar named Sun Gura. He started life as a Viera but, in my headcanon, changed when his soul was claimed by the ancient dragon Midgardsormr. (In reality, the male Viera models were soooo plastic and expressionless I had to make the switch. >.>) Even though the main story of XIV doesn't give you a lot of room for variation, I think it does a great job of encouraging players to make their relationships with the NPCs their own. Your main companions belong to a group called the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, and most folk who play have different favorites. I'm ride-or-die for Alphinaud and Alisaie.

(I'm taking a stab at...writing explanatory stuff for audiences who might not be familiar with it and figured this might be as good a space as any. It's tricky, figuring out how to bundle and pace information so that it's engaging. Here's to hoping I get better at it!)
jakebe: (Writing)
It's been a while since I've used this thing, but I think it might actually help me find my way back to writing. I've had a hard time recently organizing my thoughts, and renewing a daily journal practice might help with that. So far, everything's just a jumble of things to worry about.

I've been trying to get back to writing and it hasn't been going too well. "Boundaries", the serial that's currently stalled for my Patreon, has become difficult to figure out what to do with, and it fell into the same spot where "THE CULT OF MAXIMUS" did years ago: in the writing of it, I learned that there was a lot of stuff I needed to do before working through the story to make it better and now I'm not sure how to proceed. Do I just keep pushing through and posting parts of the story, making it as good as I can on a deadline? Or do I stop, get through the pre-writing (again), and revise everything I'd written up until now? I think that the first option would help me get over the hump now and in the future -- the whole *point* of the Jackalope Serial Company was to learn how to write on a deadline. But the perfectionist in me just can't commit to that idea; I know that the story isn't doing what I need it to do as it is, and we're into the second half of the 'episode'. How good can the resolution of the story be if the foundation of it is so rotten?

Moving forward is the more difficult option mostly because it won't quiet that voice in the back of my head that's so hard to fight through. I don't think I can actually turn off my internal editor, the thing that wants me to tinker and go back and fix mistakes. While I've gotten *better* at fighting through it, it's still far too strong for me to finish things and put them up for criticism anywhere. That's a huge problem for me; how am I going to learn how to edit properly or use my voice or deal with criticism if I can't even finish the things I start?

I'm also torn between working on "Boundaries", the submission for the New Tibet anthology, and my Pathfinder game. I have such limited time for writing, and making the decision to work on any one thing just makes me feel bad for not moving forward on the other things. I'm sure other multi-taskers have this problem, but I'm just not sure what...how to sit with that feeling and commit to the choice I've made. It really sucks that my anxiety disorder has just...sucked all of the joy out of writing for me right now. Whenever I sit down, I just worry about what I'm doing, all the time. I can't lose myself in the love of the words, or characters, or images. All I can think about is if I'm doing the right thing.

I'm not sure what to do about it besides keep plugging away. Just talking about it here helps to clarify a lot of the problems I've been having; identifying and naming the block is enough to help me to deal with it, so there's that.

The day job is...what it is. I was hit with a "performance improvement plan" back in March that I just completed last week -- with flying colors. I'm pretty proud of the work I put in to overcome that, and my manager is a great guy who I believe is invested in helping me to succeed. I really like him; he cares about people, and he's making the best of a bad situation.

I still have to get out of here, though. The 'next-generation' product we're transitioning to is built on a fairly bad foundation, and we can't roll back our commitment to it because the last CEO effectively killed the product I've been supporting in the marketplace. We're experiencing a small rush of people leaving now -- on both sides of the Atlantic -- and I get the feeling that we're not going to be replacing those folks, just giving the ones who are left more work to do. Which is no good for anybody.

The plan is to transition everyone in Technical Support over to the new product later this year, training folks by twos and threes. Instead of a nice one-month traveling training, they're deciding to have folks train directly with the Support Team in Belgium while they're in the US. This means that for seven weeks in August and September, they're asking me to work from 11 PM - 10 AM. My manager understands that this is a big ask, and he's pushing for a salary increase during those seven weeks and a week off at the end of training to get back to a normal schedule. Even with all of that, for the people who can absorb it best, it's basically asking someone to throw two months of their life down a hole.

For someone like me with mental health issues, it's...asking to put my well-being in jeopardy, and I don't think I can do that. It's such a drastic change and upends my life completely, meaning that I have to rip out my social life, my support network, my routines -- all to train on a product I really don't like. If I didn't know better, I'd say that management is *trying* to push folks out.

Fortunately, I have two leads for employment elsewhere. A couple of friends have recommended me for a position in Mountain View, which is a lot closer than my current position. I've gone through the interview process and from what I understand the company is *really* close to making an offer. The big issue is finances; the upper edge of their starting pay (which is hourly) is $7K/year less than what I'm making now. Honestly, that's fine -- I'll take the hit because I really want to work for these guys. But I asked for pay on the level of what I'm making now, and since then things have...stalled. I'm told that the hiring manager is in a small crunch period and that's the reason for the delay, but I can't help but worry because, you know, that's what I do.

The other lead is a contract position for a Project Coordinator. I'd be working under another friend, which I don't mind at all -- but there are a lot of question marks. The contract is for a year, and there's no guarantee the position would convert to a full-time job or the contract would be extended. It's in a completely different field and would put me on the path to a Project Management career, which almost everyone says is a fairly stressful one. And I'm really worried about work-life balance here; this feels like the kind of thing that could take over my life, bit by bit. But from what I understand the position is mine for the taking and the pay is...well, even if it's only a year, I would be in MUCH better financial shape at the end of it.

That's all I have time for right now: I gave myself a one Pomodoro limit on these things, and my timer's done beeped. See you tomorrow.
jakebe: (Gaming)

The first game I ever ran was a Changeling: the Dreaming campaign way back in high school. My players were an eshu, satyr, redcap and sluagh, and somewhere in there I ended up crossing things over with The X-Files because I was young and didn't know any better. Do you remember those metal spikes they killed people with by stabbing it into the back of their necks? It was cold iron given to government agents to snuff out faeries. Yeah. I know.


I've run sporadically since then -- mostly Dungeons and Dragons in its various incarnations or Pathfinder. This latest campaign was an old idea that I dusted off and spruced up, thinking that I would finally get to tell it right this time. I quickly discovered, though, that Pathfinder can be just as crunchy with numbers as D&D, thank you, and that if you don't really understand the system home-brew rules will seriously fuck you up.


My players are a bunch of wonderful people -- they're smart, creative, passionate and fun. I'm not ashamed to admit that there is a huge amount of performance anxiety around running something for them. I want to do something that makes one friend feel like a bad ass, gives another friend the chance to explore psychological terrain he finds interesting, provide another friend with the political drama he's discovering an affinity for, and let another friend find an ingenious way out of a difficult situation. All while keeping a whole set of rules and story beats in my head, improvising characters and plot details on the fly, and struggling to keep track of what has happened, what needs to happen, and what CAN'T happen. Running a tabletop RPG is really difficult you guys, especially if you have good players.


I'm also not ashamed to admit that I often let that anxiety get the best of me. I've snapped at players once or twice for trying to tweak their characters to maximum benefit when really, that's just how they find enjoyment in the game. I've taken feedback badly, and let constructive criticism blow my perception of how poorly things were going out of proportion. I take storytelling very seriously, and perfectionist tendencies, chronic anxiety and an unfocused, disorganized ADHD brain is quite possibly the worst mix of traits to tell an improvised and collaborative story with people who are in all likelihood way smarter than you.


Now that I'm diving back into the pool, I'm trying to ease off the idea of telling a perfect story. I've learned a great deal about the way the story delivery mechanism influences what works best, and with tabletop RPGs I've found it works best to keep things a bit simpler. We've trained ourselves to think medieval fantasy has to have these sprawling, complicated worlds with rich societies and a gigantic number of characters, but when you're getting together with a bunch of friends for six hours once a month there is no way people can hold these little plot and story seeds in their heads. Dense, sprawling mythologies work well in stories that are a bit more permanent -- TV shows, novels, even movies. But I've found they work less well when you're basically sitting around a campfire.


The direct approach tends to work better. The immediacy of creating the story around the table lends itself to scenes and situations that grab your emotions by the throat. The games that are most memorable and fun are the ones where you have a bad guy you clearly hate, a tough struggle that you barely make it through, and a reason for triumph that's personal and reaffirming. The patience required to lay down a complicated story, brick by brick, is better spent parsing how characters can grow, change and excel within the confines of the system and the world you've built. Making sure your story is clear enough that your players know the next thing they need to do and why they need to do it goes a long way towards making sure they can get invested in what's going on. Shadowy figures and mysterious conspiracies work for a few games, but at some point there needs to be clear progress and a strong sense of momentum pulling the characters from scene to scene.


So what I've focused on with this latest attempt at verbal storytelling is crafting scenes that make for fun jumping-off points for the characters while having hooks that appeal to my players or at least their characters. It's been fun taking the metaplot, distilling it down to a series of actions, and then breaking up those actions into progressable goals from scene to scene. It makes the skeleton of the story strong but flexible, capable of carrying us all along but bending to suit the needs of the people around the table.


I'm so nervous about running this weekend, but really excited as well. I can't wait to put what I've learned to use and see how I've progressed as a storyteller. Wish me luck for this Saturday, folks!
jakebe: (Mythology)

One of the new podcasts I've picked up recently is Fear The Boot, this great gaming podcast that talks about aspects of role-playing in tabletop games, MMORPGs and other things. It's really a bunch of gamers who get along really well shooting the shit and offering their perspective on games both modern and...historical? They recently had this deep dive into one of the first D&D boxes that one of them found at a yard sale, and it was really interesting.


Their most recent set of podcasts talk about RPGs and mental health, and they're amazing. I'm all about talking openly about mental health issues in geek spaces, and it makes me so happy that other people are relating the experiences and perspectives that have shaped them. The gang talks about depression, anxiety and PTSD, offering perspectives that hadn't occurred to me before. One of the biggest things I took away revolves around talking to people who don't quite understand the irrationality of these things: if there were a legitimate cause for my depression or anxiety, it wouldn't be a disorder -- it would be a rational response to the things that are happening to me. The thing that makes depression and anxiety disorders is the outsized response they force us to make.


Since learning about my anxiety disorder last year, I've been trying to pay more attention to the anxiety responses within myself. They typically manifest as avoidant behavior; when I sit down to confront something that makes me anxious, my brain develops a Teflon coating that makes the task slide off until I focus on something else. This can happen with difficult issues at work, interpersonal communications (it's a big reason I'm so bad at email), or projects and hobbies I've given myself deadlines for.


This is especially bad with things that need to be done by a certain time. I get anxious about them, procrastinate, and feel guilty about not being productive. When I try to work on them again, I'm *more* anxious because I know that I've failed to work on it before and the deadline is even closer, so I can't take the pressure and procrastinate some more. I miss deadline after deadline, because the worry that I won't be able to perform this task perfectly freezes me until I just...don't do it.


I really hate that this prevents me from doing what I want to do, or being as present as I'd like to be with the folks that I know -- especially in difficult situations. I can be paralyzed by the desire to say the right thing or do the right thing; when it really matters what I say or do, the worry of doing the wrong thing is so strong. A lot of the time, it's irrationally strong; during normal things, where the consequences for mistakes aren't so bad, I still can't figure out how to move forward.


This feels like the result of a few things in childhood -- the fact that I was considered gifted when I was a kid and the expectation was to excel; the time when I misspelled a word during a spelling bee and my mother stopped coming to any of those competitions because "I always lose when she's there"; the stress of going to a really tough high school without learning how to work hard on anything I didn't get right the first time. When anything less than perfect is viewed as a disappointment through most of your primary education, you tend to develop a bit of a complex around these things.


I don't want to make this another "My mother didn't love me enough and it fucked me up" kind of posts, but...it's true. I know that this is a really common narrative in geek circles, and everyone navigates their way through and past it in different ways. But for me, the fact that I had no one who I felt loved me no matter what I did made it very difficult for me to accept myself for who I was. And when it comes to anything I do -- whether it's fixing a customer's problem or finding just the right order of words -- anything less than perfection is a disappointment, and disappointment can lead to abandonment and rejection. If I don't do things perfectly, I cannot be a person worthy of love. So it's better to do nothing than to make mistakes.


Of course this isn't healthy or productive, but the behavior has been ingrained within me beyond a rational point. Uncovering that rock to see what's there, then doing the difficult work of cleaning out the toxic self-talk, is one of those things that takes time and persistent effort. It also tends to happen in stages; cleaning it out might only enable you to see there's more there, more deeply ingrained, stuff that will be even harder to scrub out.


I am a fundamentally anxious person. I care about getting things right. While that's a reasonable impulse, the fear of getting things wrong is not. It's time to start working on that, which means leaning in to the things that make me uncomfortable, making mistakes and learning how to recover from them. I know that my husband loves me no matter what; I know that I have friends who support me no matter what; I know that no matter what, I am someone worthy of love and life. But there is some scared little child deep within me that believes none of these things, and it will take a lot of coaxing to change his mind.


I'll talk about more of my progress here occasionally, as part of that work. If you have issues with anxiety, performance or other mental issues, please consider this a safe space to share your experience and perspective. I welcome you. Let's work through this together.
jakebe: (Default)

I've been a little more quiet on the writing front than I feel comfortable with, but there's a reason for that. When I get deep into various projects, I tend to talk about them less because I guess I don't want to reveal how the sausage is made before it's presented. When I push a story out into the world, I want the story to stand on its own -- I don't think the audience should have any thoughts on the author and the trouble or decisions he made to have the story turn out the way it did.


Right now, I'm working on "A Stable Love" and having a lot of fun with it. The characters are surprising me, and that presents new challenges for me to think about, and the writing has been relatively smooth as I march towards its conclusion. I was having a lot of trouble with the first part, which I thought I needed for set-up, to establish the characters and the central issue, but when I got rid of it and moved the beginning of the story ahead, the world just opened up and things became a lot easier. I've shown the customer what I have so far and received an enthusiastic response, so that's incredibly encouraging.


I'm working on another story for MegaMorphics, an old-style APA, and its fall issue. I want my work appearing there to be a bit more polished and considered, which means working on it before the deadline! I have an idea for a Halloween story that I'm pretty excited about; I hammered down the idea with another contributor in hopes of a collaboration contribution -- I work the story, he works the art. I've never written a story like this before (it's horror), and I'm trying to do a few things that I'm not sure about. It's exciting but difficult work, and I'm looking forward to how it will turn out.


After that, working on a story for People of Color Destroy Science Fiction that I'm really excited to tuck into, and the prize story for a very generous fellow who donated the most towards my Clarion Write-A-Thon during week 6. I've given both of those some thought, and I think when I actually sit down to write them, the work will come relatively easy.


This is a completely new experience for me. As much as I love writing, it's always been extraordinarily difficult. I have perfectionist tendencies that have caused storms of anxiety, and that makes it hard to see anything but the mistakes. I've never been able to write shitty first drafts; I know writers who create such polished work right off the top of their head, and it's impossible not to compare yourself against that. My character work is never where I want it to be, and when the characters actually begin to live and breathe and deviate from the plot it legitimately freaks me out. I have no idea how to handle that.


But that's the state that I've always given lip service to wanting to go. Writing, for me, feels like being a conduit for something. When the ego drops away and I'm connected directly to the story, it feels like I'm possessed by something, transcribing an event as being dictated by someone "not me". When a story is really flowing, it's an out of body experience. And I know how crazy that sounds, but it's true.


For the longest time, I've never trusted myself to tap into that. Knowing the history of mental illness within my family, and dealing with my personal experience there, I've been very afraid of indulging any tendencies that could exacerbate those issues. Does writing make me crazier? Is it likely that one day, when working on a particularly intense story, I could have some kind of schizophrenic break? My life unfolded the way it did because my mother did not have any semblance of reality, was paranoid, unable to take care of me. I couldn't live with myself if I forced my husband and my friends to go through that.


I didn't even realize I was having that thought before doing the work I've been doing in my Anxiety group class. And realizing that writing, mental illness and anxiety had coalesced into this huge mental knot is ultimately freeing. I'm more willing to take risks with it, just because the feeling I have when writing is worth it. And that means I'm more willing to make mistakes and learn from them. I no longer catastrophize the consequences; if I fail, I can come back from that. With my mental illness, I trust my medication, I trust my self-care process, I trust my behavioral therapy, and I trust my support network.


For the first time, being a writer isn't some distant dream for me. It's who I am, and it's what I do. And I'm so very excited that I have an opportunity to do the things I've always wanted to do, that I get to be the person I've always wanted to be.


I have an idea for a serial story originally released on-line. It'll be furry stories, sci-fi and modern fantasy, adult. Right now, I would love to write about 1500 words a week, release that part in certain places, then collect three or four parts into a chapter that's released in a more polished form elsewhere. Once the story is finished (I'm thinking anywhere from 8 - 13 chapters per serial), hopefully I can polish it further, and release it as an ebook or self-published novel.


In order to work on this project, I'm launching a Patreon. Folks familiar with my furry work should know what to expect from the Jackalope Serial Company: stories about growth, personal and otherwise. When I'm ready to go live and work on the serials directly, I'll post a link with more information. But for now, I just wanted it out there. I'm expecting to be ready to go with it by the beginning of November.


I've also reached out to a few friends about the Furry Mental Health podcast; the person I know with the best equipment and knowledge for it suggested that I present a proof of concept to him for six shows, with subject matter, segments outlined, all of that. It's a solid recommendation, and I'm working on that. I would like to start recording THAT at the beginning of the new year, with episodes coming out in February or March.


So that's my plan for the rest of the year. Full steam ahead on short stories, getting the Jackalope Serial Company off the ground, putting together a first season of the Furry Mental Health podcast. I'm incredibly excited about all of this, and I can't wait to actually share finished stuff with you very soon.

jakebe: (Hugs!)
No Shame Day was last week and I completely missed it, so I thought I would take a bit of time to open up further about my mental health issues. I believe that the more we discuss these things openly, the more people understand the nature of mental illness and the more we destigmatize those suffering from them.
I manage chronic depression, and I'm pretty sure I've had it all my life. Depressive episodes have been really bad a few times, and it was only recently (when I moved to California) that I finally got the help I needed. Now, I cope with a mixture of medication, cognitive behavioral therapy, and Zen meditation. For the most part this does the trick -- my thoughts don't run away from me nearly as often because I can recognize when something is being driven by depression and have tools to engage that.
However, things aren't perfect. One of the reasons I identify with rabbit so strongly is because it's a creature whose life is ruled by wariness. They're constantly on guard for potential threats, and so much of their communication is about worry and the lack of it. The less they worry, the more their personality comes through; it can be hard to "get to know" a rabbit, but it's a delight when you do.
I'm a high-strung person; most of my effort goes towards the managing and alleviating of stress -- in myself and others. At work, I sweat the small stuff as much as I can, though it gets exhausting to do so and I end up dropping a lot of the details because I just don't have the capacity to deal with them. THAT can stress me out, knowing that I'm inconsistent with my attention to detail or the ability to get things done. And since I'm stressing about that, I have a reduced capacity for new stressors in my life.
The cycle completes when I get overwhelmed. It becomes impossible to concentrate on the things I need to do. The more I try, the more my brain just seems to slide off the task and I look for anything that can provide a distraction. Sometimes I'll end up just clicking on the same three websites over and over for distraction's sake, not taking in anything, just doing something so I don't have to think.
But that's no way to live your life, much less spend your career. I'm trying to move into a position of more responsibility at work, but it's difficult when you struggle to manage the responsibilities you have. This obviously isn't something I can talk about my superiors with; I'm not a bad worker, I just have trouble dealing with certain aspects of my work. Still, something had to be done.
So I went to a psychologist to see if I had ADHD; the lack of concentration and focus, the excitability, the tension all seemed to point to that. After a test and a consultation, she determined that yes, that was a likely possibility as well as Generalized Anxiety Disorder. GAD is characterized by excessive worrying about various aspects of daily life (in my case, writing and work) with physical symptoms that include fatigue (yes), muscle tension (yes), twitching (yes), difficulty concentrating (yes), irritability (also yes).
So now I'm embarking on a new front for my treatment: group therapy classes for GAD and ADHD, with a round of medication possibly starting up today. I'm hoping that the coping mechanisms learned in these group therapy classes can help me cope with anxiety, and the medication at least puts me on an even keel for long enough to make those mechanisms habit. We'll see how the rest of the year goes, but I'm optimistic that it'll at least help me deal with my reactions to stress.
I know that mental health issues are difficult to speak about. You have celebrities and various seminars and self-improvement courses trying to tell you that it's "all in your mind" and medication is never a good idea. You have the media promoting the idea that when something terrible happens (like say, Dylan Roof) it's because the perpetrator was mentally ill. Well-meaning friends and associates tell you to suck it up or get over it without properly understanding just how difficult (and sometimes impossible) that is -- like people who suffer haven't tried that already.
But mental illness is a real thing with real causes; sometimes those causes need medication to be resolved, and sometimes developing a mindfulness program is enough. Sometimes the condition is transient, brought out by extraordinary stimuli. Sometimes it's chronic, without any cause but chemical, and you'll have to work to manage it for the rest of your life.
All of this is OK. We each have our own burdens, and sometimes we need the help and wisdom of people better equipped to deal with them. It takes a while to find a therapist we feel understood by; it takes a while to find the medication that makes us feel even without feeling emotionally restricted. Learning just how to handle mental illness is a journey that can be long, lonely and frustrating. But like getting to know a rabbit, the end result is very much worth it.
It's important to me that people know mental illness is a real affliction, and that it can be managed. People who have them can live productive and meaningful lives. And most importantly, that there's help out there. If you feel there's an issue that you can't manage on your own and need help, mentalhealth.gov is a good place to start. Reach out to friends and/or family you trust; a support network can be tremendously helpful. And know that you're not alone. There are those of us who are fighting the fight with you, all the time, every day. We see you, we understand you, we love you.

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