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Keeping My Balance

With all that’s happened in my life over the past few years, it’s surprising that I’ve only gone over the edge once.  Since I hit that low point of my life a year and a half ago, I have added some activities into my life that help to keep me mentally centered (and physically).

keeping my balance

  • Running – Going for runs a few times a week doesn’t just benefit my physical health, it helps me center myself when I have too much on my mind.  Though my heart rate rises as I run, I can feel myself relax as I let out the extra energy I get from being wired with too many thoughts scattered in my head.
  • Cooking – Cooking is a way for me not to relax, but discipline myself and set goals.  I’m not the greatest cook, but I’m not bad.  Cooking is something I have to push myself to get better at because well, a vegan’s gotta eat, right?  Though some recipes I don’t even need to cook, I still need to prepare them just right or they won’t taste good at all.
  • Video games – I’ve always had video games in my life to play when I need to just not focus on anything that’s going on in my real life.  My favorites to play are anything Pokemon or Mario.  Video games might just be mindless fun to some people, but I see them as an essential to keep myself sane.
  • Blogging – Blogging is something I’ve been doing for a year now, and it’s helped me in a way.  I don’t necessarily share my most personal thoughts on here, but letting out something that’s on my mind is therapeutic and it’s great to get feedback from the blogging community.  I also enjoy reading other bloggers’ posts because I can see that sometimes they’re going through the same things I am.

Those are my main activities that keep my brain centered.  Adding them into my weekly routines has helped me wonders, and socializing helps a little too (depending on the people).

What are some things you do to keep yourself centered?

sly

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “On the Edge.”

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If I Could See the Future…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Advantage of Foresight.”

Despite the catch of losing one day each time I looked into the future, I still wouldn’t want to.  It’s tempting, for sure.  I mean, who doesn’t want to know what their life is going to turn out like?  What kind of job will you have?  Will you be successful or a failure?  How many kids will you have?

Endless questions.

Being able to see into the future could mess a person up.  If I were to look into the future and see that I end up successful and rich, then I’d graze through life not worrying, and probably cocky, knowing that everything is going to be okay.  On the other hand, if I found out I’m essentially a failure in the future, then I’d end up depressed for the rest of my life.

Of course, either outcome could end up changing, but it would ultimately change the person I am now – and I like that person.

Knowing the future takes away from the now.  We humans put too much time dwelling on the past or looking towards the future that we forget to live our lives in the moment with no worry and no regrets.

Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?”

Matthew 6:27 

Besides, I like surprises – and life is full of them.

sly


Never Going Back Again

There is one place in the world I’ve been to and I will never go back to again.

Depression.

The great black hole that literally was sucking the life out of me for a few short months that seemed more like years.  It took more than my daily energy to get myself out of bed and to drag myself to my classes for the required seven hours.  My nights and weekends were spent in my room, alone, either sleeping or just sprawled out on my bed staring at the ceiling and hating the way life works out.

While what I was going through was not the psychological definition of the term depression, it fit the general definition of the word.

depression (noun):

the state of being depressed; sadness, gloom or dejection; dullness or inactivity.

For months it seemed like I just kept going deeper into this never-ending tunnel of depression, but I was lucky enough to have a light running behind me.  She spent hours just sitting with me, talking when needed, listening when I was ready to talk and to just sit there in silence.  Slowly she began to get me out of my room, even if it was just to sit outside on campus doing nothing but laying on the grass.  Before I knew it, I had finally been willingly doing activities outside my room.

Though my family, friends and school psychologist repeatedly told me my emotional state was normal for having lost my parents, I look back and hate the way I was a year ago.  Especially when I look and see that my siblings handled it differently; better than I did.  They continued to live their lives while I wasted precious weeks of my life holed up in my room.

Now that I’m out of that dark tunnel of despair, I never plan on going back.

sly

 

In response to The Daily Post’s Journey prompt.