Hello internet friends.. and friends in real life who follow me on here.
Preface: I will try my best to be optimistic and inject some of my dry humour here and there in the following melancholic crisis.
It’s been a while since I’ve written a deep personal blog post. It makes me sad. Actually, a lot of things have been making me sad lately. I have a selection of a few close friends with whom I can always confide in… Yet, intrinsically… I’m falling apart. I have a lot of inner conflicts within myself. I think a lot of it has to do with the idea of what it is I want to do in life.
First things first, if you're new here, you wouldn't have read as far back as last year, or if you're a regular here, you may have read but forgotten, last year (2015) was the worst year of my entire existence. I had a shit year. It was horrible. I felt like I was pushed to hell, an endless pit with no lights can be seen on the end of the tunnel. It was a year that made me want to run and hide in a corner all day long and hibernate for the rest of eternity.
I was diagnosed with depression, anxiety and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) last October. Once upon a time, after what happened to me in May last year, I thought I could talk myself out of PTSD. But every similar action causes a reaction. I was so unstable everywhere I go. I relive and it takes me days to stop panicking. Hospital visits to stop hyperventilating. I chose to not take medicine for several times that I've tried to kill myself so many times, but failed each time. I’ve never felt more distant with reality. I thought to myself, how can I be interested in humans when they are the ones that did this to me?
Last year, I have cried more tears than when I cried in sad scenes in korean/taiwanese dramas. Every fiber of my being collapsed. Each day passed, I drifted through life like a weary soul casting through the motions of living. My soul wandering off the corners of the world, with my fragile bowl of confidence chipping little by little, and little by little, I became a wreck.
Sometimes in life, you experience a series of very unfortunate events. Yes, last year at the end of May, everything went wrong. On top of the trauma comes my self-esteem issues, other things like family issues, fake friends (being bitches and gossipers) and studies; creeped up one by one, everything in my life became a muffled mess. Truth to be told, I was horrible at dealing with stressful situations (I'm better at it now though). Whenever something terrible happens, my internal organs go into meltdown, my mind goes into an emotional overdrive and I find myself sighing heavily and most often on the verge of tears. Only few knew what really happened to me, but this trauma I unfortunately had to experience, was more than stressful. I never knew I would end up being in a situation like it. I didn't know what to do. I felt like I had no one to turn to.
I was told by the elders and is a true believer that one cannot fully appreciate happiness without having felt a little sadness in their life. There have been so many times throughout last year when I experienced complete mental breakdown and giving up. There have been countless times when I just wanted it all to end – and yes, my thoughts have turned to the gloomy and dark sides. Death, being one of them.
But you know what? I’m still alive. It hurts, but I’m still alive. What’s life without a good fight right? We can either take the easy way out (death) or we can toughen the fudge up and come out the other end battered and bruised. Besides, I still have yet to try all amazing kinds of food out there before I give up all hope of a happier life.
Despite the fact that someone else’s life may seem like it’s perfect, you never really know how they’re feeling on the inside. My anxiety has taken control of my every being and it’s making it so difficult to just live life and be happy. I need to stop making excuses for myself and somehow just find the confidence within me. I think a lot of people (and I would assume many of my readers) feel similar to how I’m feeling. That feeling of not being good enough. That feeling of not deserving the good things that have come into your life.
Well, Internet, that’s just how I’ve been feeling lately. I think I need some hugs.
I often get emails from people who struggle with self-confidence. It’s heartbreaking to see how someone can put themselves down when they have so much potential. I see it in myself too. I used to have a lot of self-confidence but it was all gone. Now it's slowly coming back by me taking a little step by step each day. And let me tell you, high self-esteem and confidence doesn’t just happen overnight, it’s an ongoing journey and for some, it’s easier. For others, it’s like trying to get from point A to B while being jostled and pushed backwards by a relentless crowd of criticism, doubts and insecurities. Some people might even have just given up completely.
For me, after I lost my self-confidence, I’ve personally gotten so used to talking myself down that it’s just become second nature to me. I never give myself any praise. “I’m not good enough”, “She’s so much better than me”, “I suck”, “I should just give up”, “What's the point of my existence?” These were the thoughts that constantly cloud my mind. It’s poisonous.
So in a nutshell, I'm not sure (at all) where life will take me in terms of my "career", but for now I'm happy. I actually feel like I am taking the steps I need to get to where I want to be. With that being said, I wouldn't be anywhere without the support of my online family - that is YOU.
I wanted to say thankyou to everyone who has taken the time to write to me (either by private messaging me/emailing me/through tumblr and askfm) giving me wonderful words of encouragement; and try to make me feel better about myself.
Whenever I feel like I am not good enough, there always seems to be a little message for me in one of my social media pages telling me how much I have inspired them. I really sincerely appreciate it. I think the best thing that has come from me blogging, uploading videos and putting myself out there is being able to connect with others… I like being able to see a familiar name pop up in my comments or on my social media pages.
And honestly, I really want to tell you in a more personal way how much you guys mean to me. So I have these postcards that I’ve collected from my travels in Taiwan that I was going to keep for memories sake, but instead, I want to send them to you – whoever you are and wherever you are.
So if you guys will accept these postcards, I’d love to write you a personal message of thanks! Please send me your name and address to vymelon11@gmail.com and I’ll shower you with my lame words on a postcard.
Though I sometimes still feel like curling up into a ball and wailing in utter despair, I’ve learned to control my mind to focus on getting things done right now, because we are living in the present, not the past and slowly working for the future.. wherever that may be. It’s a lot more productive than allowing myself to succumb to depressing thoughts.
I think a lot of people are so caught up trying to put up the “perfect” image of themselves that they forget that it’s OK not to be perfect. We’re human. We feel things that sometimes are not ideal.
Anyways, it’s time for me to live another day?
Here’s to new chapters.
Velene xoxo
Preface: I will try my best to be optimistic and inject some of my dry humour here and there in the following melancholic crisis.
It’s been a while since I’ve written a deep personal blog post. It makes me sad. Actually, a lot of things have been making me sad lately. I have a selection of a few close friends with whom I can always confide in… Yet, intrinsically… I’m falling apart. I have a lot of inner conflicts within myself. I think a lot of it has to do with the idea of what it is I want to do in life.
First things first, if you're new here, you wouldn't have read as far back as last year, or if you're a regular here, you may have read but forgotten, last year (2015) was the worst year of my entire existence. I had a shit year. It was horrible. I felt like I was pushed to hell, an endless pit with no lights can be seen on the end of the tunnel. It was a year that made me want to run and hide in a corner all day long and hibernate for the rest of eternity.
I was diagnosed with depression, anxiety and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) last October. Once upon a time, after what happened to me in May last year, I thought I could talk myself out of PTSD. But every similar action causes a reaction. I was so unstable everywhere I go. I relive and it takes me days to stop panicking. Hospital visits to stop hyperventilating. I chose to not take medicine for several times that I've tried to kill myself so many times, but failed each time. I’ve never felt more distant with reality. I thought to myself, how can I be interested in humans when they are the ones that did this to me?
Trauma permanently changes us. I have learnt that this is the big, scary truth about trauma: there is no such thing as “getting over it.” There is no “back to the old me.” I am different now, full stop.
Last year, I have cried more tears than when I cried in sad scenes in korean/taiwanese dramas. Every fiber of my being collapsed. Each day passed, I drifted through life like a weary soul casting through the motions of living. My soul wandering off the corners of the world, with my fragile bowl of confidence chipping little by little, and little by little, I became a wreck.
Sometimes in life, you experience a series of very unfortunate events. Yes, last year at the end of May, everything went wrong. On top of the trauma comes my self-esteem issues, other things like family issues, fake friends (being bitches and gossipers) and studies; creeped up one by one, everything in my life became a muffled mess. Truth to be told, I was horrible at dealing with stressful situations (I'm better at it now though). Whenever something terrible happens, my internal organs go into meltdown, my mind goes into an emotional overdrive and I find myself sighing heavily and most often on the verge of tears. Only few knew what really happened to me, but this trauma I unfortunately had to experience, was more than stressful. I never knew I would end up being in a situation like it. I didn't know what to do. I felt like I had no one to turn to.
I was told by the elders and is a true believer that one cannot fully appreciate happiness without having felt a little sadness in their life. There have been so many times throughout last year when I experienced complete mental breakdown and giving up. There have been countless times when I just wanted it all to end – and yes, my thoughts have turned to the gloomy and dark sides. Death, being one of them.
But you know what? I’m still alive. It hurts, but I’m still alive. What’s life without a good fight right? We can either take the easy way out (death) or we can toughen the fudge up and come out the other end battered and bruised. Besides, I still have yet to try all amazing kinds of food out there before I give up all hope of a happier life.
Life is full of difficult decisions to be made. The question is, how do we ever know if we’ve made the right one? How do we know if our choices will propel us further to where we want to be or completely set us back right at the start? Truth be told, there’s no answer to the question.
Despite the fact that someone else’s life may seem like it’s perfect, you never really know how they’re feeling on the inside. My anxiety has taken control of my every being and it’s making it so difficult to just live life and be happy. I need to stop making excuses for myself and somehow just find the confidence within me. I think a lot of people (and I would assume many of my readers) feel similar to how I’m feeling. That feeling of not being good enough. That feeling of not deserving the good things that have come into your life.
Well, Internet, that’s just how I’ve been feeling lately. I think I need some hugs.
喜欢上一個人, 卻不知道怎麼愛著一個人。 第六感劝我该放弃这个“想要谈恋爱”观念，因为他值得更好的的对象。我只不过是一个碎玻璃。现在就交给命运决定吧！真的不可以想那么多了！首先要搞定自己才能想其他, 对吧?
I often get emails from people who struggle with self-confidence. It’s heartbreaking to see how someone can put themselves down when they have so much potential. I see it in myself too. I used to have a lot of self-confidence but it was all gone. Now it's slowly coming back by me taking a little step by step each day. And let me tell you, high self-esteem and confidence doesn’t just happen overnight, it’s an ongoing journey and for some, it’s easier. For others, it’s like trying to get from point A to B while being jostled and pushed backwards by a relentless crowd of criticism, doubts and insecurities. Some people might even have just given up completely.
For me, after I lost my self-confidence, I’ve personally gotten so used to talking myself down that it’s just become second nature to me. I never give myself any praise. “I’m not good enough”, “She’s so much better than me”, “I suck”, “I should just give up”, “What's the point of my existence?” These were the thoughts that constantly cloud my mind. It’s poisonous.
So in a nutshell, I'm not sure (at all) where life will take me in terms of my "career", but for now I'm happy. I actually feel like I am taking the steps I need to get to where I want to be. With that being said, I wouldn't be anywhere without the support of my online family - that is YOU.
I wanted to say thankyou to everyone who has taken the time to write to me (either by private messaging me/emailing me/through tumblr and askfm) giving me wonderful words of encouragement; and try to make me feel better about myself.
Whenever I feel like I am not good enough, there always seems to be a little message for me in one of my social media pages telling me how much I have inspired them. I really sincerely appreciate it. I think the best thing that has come from me blogging, uploading videos and putting myself out there is being able to connect with others… I like being able to see a familiar name pop up in my comments or on my social media pages.
And honestly, I really want to tell you in a more personal way how much you guys mean to me. So I have these postcards that I’ve collected from my travels in Taiwan that I was going to keep for memories sake, but instead, I want to send them to you – whoever you are and wherever you are.
So if you guys will accept these postcards, I’d love to write you a personal message of thanks! Please send me your name and address to vymelon11@gmail.com and I’ll shower you with my lame words on a postcard.
Though I sometimes still feel like curling up into a ball and wailing in utter despair, I’ve learned to control my mind to focus on getting things done right now, because we are living in the present, not the past and slowly working for the future.. wherever that may be. It’s a lot more productive than allowing myself to succumb to depressing thoughts.
I think a lot of people are so caught up trying to put up the “perfect” image of themselves that they forget that it’s OK not to be perfect. We’re human. We feel things that sometimes are not ideal.
Anyways, it’s time for me to live another day?
Here’s to new chapters.
Velene xoxo
