So I have a story. It's not often that I do this, but I have been quite vocal about it in recent times. An experience that I, personally, thought would be something worthwhile to share.
I'd have to say that 2013 had been the worst year I've ever had in my life. It was nothing but overwhelming. If I could say that a million times, I would. Developing an anxiety disorder is obviously not fun, let alone going through depression for months. Started off going to ER, twice, during the beginning of 2013. As a hypochondriac, it is unsettling to keep your mind quiet about all the things you worry about yourself and your health. I have been obsessive-compulsive all my life, and I'm sure that many people have a level of OCD in them, but with my level, it's hard to manage. When you combine it with the anxieties you have, the problems faced, my mind usually latches onto them, and it's fairly difficult for me to let go. These thoughts, most without merit, tend to linger in my mind for a long time, and would be analyzed over, and over, until I felt that it was no longer able to. The "What if" question is dangerous to linger on with.
But many other things have factored into the depression; parents recently divorced, losing a friend, but mainly, the lack of motivation and self-confidence. With each moment, and each loss, it was nothing but piling up on one another, thinking that it was never going to end. Was I sad? Probably not the best way to describe it. Depression can grasp onto anyone, and anybody, and it is a lot more than just feeling down. Of course I felt terrible when I lost my grandfather. Of course I felt anger when my parents separated. And of course, I blamed myself when I lost a good friend of mine. These certainly have gotten to the point where I had a serious lack of motivation to do anything. Dangerous for an individual to get at that level. Did I succumb to it? I certainly have not.
But I've spoken enough about those. That in itself seems like an accomplishment, doesn't it? Sometimes I would look up in the ceiling, maybe tear up ...a little at times, and tell myself, "There's a lot of other things to worry about. Way more." This battle was not against anyone, or anybody. It was towards myself. Finding my own self was the most challenging things I've ever gone through, and I know that it will always be the case in the many more years to come. And I'm sure that's the case with anybody. We blame nobody else, but ourselves, but that's because we fear hurting others. But there's a saying: the most important thing is if you care about everyone else, you need to care about yourself first. And I aim to keep that going.
I want to thank my loving family and friends with all my heart here up in NorCal (you know who you are), who guided me through the tough times I had. My loving friends in SoCal, who reminded me of the strength I had to keep me going. My friends in the East coast, always putting a smile on my face. My amazingly talented classmates, who know how to watch over their fellow mates. And to the people I've met this year, the community, past friends, regardless of who it is, for the inspiration to live a life that's worthwhile.
So, 2013 was no fun, but maybe it was still worthwhile after all. And I certainly hope that everyone will be safe, be happy, and achieve their dreams in 2014. Regardless of all the issues I've had, I always remember the things that are most important to me. And regardless of status, or level that we are all in, we're just normal, human beings.
Happy New Year. Let's do some more art.
- Tim