My first experience with anxiety started when I was very young. As many older siblings might understand, becoming your sibling’s parent is not an easy task to endure at such a young age. The unreal expectations that I set for myself during those times would follow me for the rest of my life. They would later pop up as bitting my nails, needing to be the best at everything, attention seeking, perfectionism, need for approval, getting sick every time I had an important event coming up, heart palpitations, allergy to alcohol, toxic relationships, and many other things. As I write this, it is hard for me to come to terms with the fact that I have experienced all of these different uncomfortable feelings that have caused me so much pain at such a young age. I am obviously not listing all of these things to get an “I am so sorry” reaction, because as the love of my life Ms.Taylor Swift said, “It's me, Hi, I’m the problem it's me”. I could always find a way to blame a lot of different people for “causing” me to have these issues, but at the end of the day blaming can only help you so much, and you are still the one who will be left to deal with your brain and your thoughts, so it is better to take control of all of that and finds ways to get better.
I am also writing this because I wanted to share what my journey has been since being diagnosed with depression not so long ago and hope it can make someone feel identified and know that it is possible to feel better. It was really hard for me to accept the fact that I was depressed, mainly because I used to be someone who said that “I would never be depressed, I could never have those kinds of thoughts”, but in reality, I had gone through it a lot more times without even realizing it. It took me to get to a true breaking point for me to realize that I needed more than just psychological help. I have been in therapy for over 5 years now and I was just so mad that I could not be able to deal with my problems on my own. Because, of course, as I mentioned before perfectionist here, meaning I love having everything under control and when I don’t that is when anxiety hits the hardest. Recently, I had to go through many stressful situations in my personal and professional life that led me to that breaking point I was mentioning. One of the hardest was losing my grandfather, since he and my grandmother have been very important pillars in my life helping my mom raise us after divorcing my dad. My grandfather was not the typical grandpa you can think of, he was raised in an era where “machismo” was very prevalent, but he was still a very caring person and I could even see parts of myself in him, for example in how he worried for everyone and had an incredibly anxious personality. He was never very involved in our lives and I don’t think I ever really got to know him, but he was always there, present, cooking with my grandma, keeping her company, playing his guitar, and watching football games. Losing him, was like losing a doll you’ve had since you were a child that you loved very much. A part of you will always miss that company.
This event impacted me, and my whole family, and now every time I visit home I can feel that “something is missing” feeling. After he passed, I cried once, and my mind immediately went into “let’s see who I need to take care of” mode since that is something I often tend to do when something bad happens and of course the last person I think about is myself. The piled-up emotions mixed with someone very close to me having an episode caused by their bipolar disorder, mixed with my roommate moving out, finding a new roommate, and living far away from home caused the rope that was holding me together to what my life used to be to completely break. For me that breaking presented itself in many ways, I was unable to go to the grocery store without feeling extremely overwhelmed, I could not get out of the car one day when I got to work because the thought of being at the office gave me too much anxiety, I had to leave a team training one day because having to socialize with others was a lot, I went almost two weeks without sleeping properly and being extremely frustrated because of it, and I would have to call my family and my best friend constantly in order to stop intrusive and obsessive thoughts from taking over. I can imagine that some of you can relate to these experiences and know how hard it is to realize that you are not okay.
Eventually, I could not pretend anymore or think that I would wake up one day and be completely fixed by thinking happy thoughts. This was the hardest part. Starting medication and realizing that I needed to take a break from my life or I would keep going down a big scary hole.
I can imagine that a lot of you who are reading this have been anxious or depressed at some point in your lives. What I can tell you is that every day it really does get a little better. Emphasis on the “little”. It is not easy at all to break apart from those thoughts but you also get to a point where you are just so tired from being like that, you decide to start making the change.
Making changes can look like many different things. For some, it is having the energy to get out of bed that day and take a shower, for others, it is finally being able to enjoy their work again or starting to exercise. As I have always told my friends who are going through hard times, it is a wholeass journey and you need to put the work in to feel better and regain that control over your life. I am of course not at the place I want to be, but I know that every day I try to do things that get me closer to being in that content space again. One of the biggest things I introduced in my life a few years ago was learning how to play the guitar, music has really been an escape for me and has healed me in many ways. Being active and doing exercises that I really like have also helped me greatly, it is so important to exercise in a way that feels fulfilling to us and not just what we believe we should be doing because of what we see online. I used to think going to the gym was the only way to be “fit” and healthy, but as someone who has danced basically their whole life I knew I needed something different, and pilates has been that for me for many years now and dancing as well.
I know it might be really hard to think about going through depression and having constant anxiety as a “transformative” time in your life but it really can be and I will start with the cliché of “it's all in how we look at things”. For me, this new diagnosis put a lot of things into perspective and made me reframe my life and start thinking about what I needed to change, and what had brought me to this point. I realized a lot, I realized I was not making myself a priority in terms of taking care of myself and asking myself constantly how I am doing, I was being extremely rigid with myself and my routines and was not letting myself truly enjoy life and did not allow or welcomed any changes to my already made plans. I was not doing more of what I truly enjoyed and even got to a point where I did not even want to play music anymore because it felt more like a chore, something to cross off my to-do list, instead of seeing it as something that actually helped me feel better and saner. Another thing that was hard for me to accept was that what I thought I had truly wanted for years, which was to work in the US, was not making me truly happy, and even though in my job I get to help a lot of students figure out what their next career move would be, I deep down know that this is not what’s meant for me. I still enjoy what I do and work with an incredible team of people, but I know part of my healing will also be finding what I am truly meant to be doing. I saw a video that mentioned how finding that “perfect” version of ourselves will never truly happen and true acceptance comes from accepting all the versions of yourself not only the good parts. I thought this was truly beautiful because it spoke deeply to what I know many of us have gone through in our mental health journey since we are constantly healing and discovering more that we need to work through. Even though it is very hard to accept that our journey will not magically end one day and we have to keep fighting with our minds, it is also one of the most rewarding things I have ever gone through.
With all of that being said, I am really thankful that I have the support system I currently have to get through these times, I don’t know what I would have done without all of you who have always been there for me. I know this is not the story for everyone, but know that you have me and many others who I know would be ready to help you if you opened up to them. Living through this experience has made me a lot more conscious and empathetic toward others who have been dealing with mental illness their whole lives. I also want to ask all of you who are going through the healing process to celebrate your victories, no matter how small they are. I remember being extremely proud of myself because I was finally able to go grocery shopping without having an anxiety attack. Small victories are HUGE in this process, celebrate them always.
I hope my words have helped you in some way and inspire you to find help if you need it. I know hearing others' stories helped me a lot, so I will leave some links to some podcast episodes that have helped me a lot throughout these times.
All my love
Karina <3.
Podcasts: Anything Jay Shetty is amazing!
https://open.spotify.com/episode/2eJ7Fxhfso8tekvnukGvGj?si=01ac120fb856449c
https://open.spotify.com/episode/41WVkewa7KU1ahGja9lx0Y?si=cQIpYII4QTipTCDHlh9fLQ
https://open.spotify.com/episode/0wmCHhjon9FjYtu8U2EQPt?si=to8QZ8TZTwenyml8Aaunqw
https://open.spotify.com/episode/4CgnoRLL7vTP6lK3xTRlMq?si=xmCPCsfwSISwqpNK4RbbzA (this one really spoke to what I was feeling during those times)