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Ahh it is that time of year once again, the clocks have gone back an hour, making 5 PM feel more like 6 PM, and it gets dark at 4:30 PM. Not only is the outside world seemingly greyer, but your outlook on things may be as well. You start to feel down and have no explanation for why you feel this way, other than it's just the weather; then you are dealing with Seasonal Depression.
There are few things that are more frustrating than when I hear someone toss, “Oh my god I am so ADD right now” around like it's the next big thing, when really it’s just your excuse for why you weren’t paying attention. And quite frankly, as someone who has struggled with the ups and downs of ADD/ADHD, it’s pretty insulting. And don't even get me started on the whole "your friend’s, sister’s, cousin’s, dog’s owner has ADD/ADHD which gives you a free pass to use it" mentality.
After being diagnosed with anxiety and depression, I started trying to work out what exactly was making things more difficult than they used to be. At first, I thought that it had a lot to do with feeling like I was constantly trudging through a field of sludgy mud, on a foggy day with little idea where the edge of the field was. I still think this has a lot to do with it. More recently, I realised that there’s something else that plays quite a big role, at least for me. I don’t seem to be able to just get up and do things anymore. Instead my brain mulls over the things I have to do, it can feel like just a few minutes to me but when I check the clock, I’ll find I’ve lost hours at a time.
When we are born, we're born with the fear of three things; the dark, loud noises, and falling down.
There was something wrong with me.
Mothers, the strongest creature in our world. They are able to do the job of six people in one day, for multiple children. They are able to go almost all day without drinking water or eating well, or even taking time for themselves! We see this strength almost right after a mother finds out she is pregnant. She puts her child before everything. She goes back to school, not because she wants to, but because she sees the future she could provide for her children. We don’t, however, see her inner struggle. We don’t see the mom with a week old newborn struggling to stay afloat mentally. We don’t see the battle—no, the war—that is going on inside of her mind that she is fighting everyday. She is strong, but she can’t do it on her own.
I can’t remember much about my disorder preceding the time that I was, say, 12 years old. However, I do remember the traumatic moments that likely started it all.
Over the last few years we have seen the phrase, ‘toxic masculinity’ being used more and more. While the majority of the time this is used to put down men and blame the patriarchy for most of the issues women face in the modern western world; there is actually a massive issue here and it is going largely ignored.
I was born on Friday the 13th. Though many people have a morbid fear of this day known as friggatrisaidekaphobia, it’s always been a delightful day for me. Despite its infamy as the Witches Sabbath, whenever it shows up on the calendar, birthday or not, I celebrate it as “Frigging Friday.” I’ve never been superstitious nor afraid of much, but what I recently discovered about my birthday brings to surface an increasing phobia of my own, chronomentrophobia—the fear of running out of time!
In third grade, much like my mother, or other women in my family, I grew a butt. At eight years old I had curves and had to jump into my pants while skirts were out of the question. One of my more vivid memories from my awfully white elementary school was being in a line, and being picked out by a girl with the "normal," kid body type. According to this girl my butt was too big, and I needed to do more squats. Without any knowledge of the effect that squats have on your glutes, I sat out doing squats for as long as my young body could manage. The wooden floors in my room creaked as I went up and down, not seeing any change in my curves that kept on increasing. This memory that is sempiternal in my brain wasn't the start of a successful fitness journey, but the beginning of my mild battle with Body Dysmorphia.