Nope

I woke up today and found it was raining nope. Up into the sky, behind the sunshine and chirping birds were great big rolling clouds of nope. As they passed, they dropped massive sheets of nope all over the landscape.

Great big walls of liquid nope dropping out of the heavens, smashing into the ground with torrential force. Going outside was impossible.

This was weird because no one else sees to notice. They were walking around in the nope. I watched as it cascaded from their clothes, over their faces. They were wading through the nope like it wasn’t even there.

Soon the nope pools ran together, becoming lakes that submerged the landscape. From my window I watched as a moving wall of nope started rising up the side of my building, washing away even the slightest chance of doing anything.

Bridges went down. Communications were cut off. Before long, I was stuck on an island made of blankets, with limited energy reserves and precious few fucks to give.

I hope rescue turns up soon.

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Guilt vs Shame

I don’t feel guilt when I’m depressed.

Guilt is knowledge. Guilt is a deliberate, conditioned response to a deliberate, considered action. If I steal the last cookie from the pack, I feel guilty, because I know that’s a dick move. Society has taught me this is wrong, and so when I do wrong, then I become guilty. It’s just information.

Shame is a state of being. It is an emotional state of crushing force. Shame shuts down my ability to do even the most basic things. It diminishes my sense of honour, worth, and self esteem. Anything that removes or diminishes these ideal is shameful, and thus I feel ashamed. It’s a feeling of diminished possibilities.

Here’s the rub. I can do a thing that makes me guilty but not ashamed. If I sleep with someone and don’t call them back, that makes me guilty of being a crappy lover (or a great one-night stand, your choice). I may experience guilt because it’s not what you’re “meant“to do, but I don’t feel shame, because it’s not a shameful thing.

On the flip side, if I’m late to meet with friends, I feel shame, because my mental state tells me that I’m a horrible human being for not respecting their time. It’s my sense of self that gets judged, not just the action. I’m not guilty per se, because it was not deliberate.  Besides, they were late anyway and forgave my trespass.

That’s what friends are for, right?

But depression doesn’t let me see this distinction. It robs me of the insight into the difference between an external judgement and an internal state. Guilt becomes shame. Shame then creates more shame, because it stops me from doing. And because I can’t do, I feel more shame – and so the cycle starts.

However, you can stop the cycle before it begins.

Firstly remember that everything that happens to you is not your fault. You did not cause it. You do not control how the world works. You can only ever choose how to react to it.

And secondly, remember that depression, bipolar – and mental health issues in general – impact your ability to react. In the same way as an external force acting on your body. You can’t choose how to feel. And that counts as an external force.

Remember: guilt relates to deliberate choices and is determined mainly by society, while shame is an internal judgement. Bipolar and associated conditions are not a choice, nor are they internal judgements. They are things that are happening to you.

So they can’t be given the label of either guilt or shame.

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New paint

It’s amazing how much my sense of identity is tied to this meat suit.

I mean yeah, my body is me. I know this. But usually I’m focused on other things – how to pay bills, working on relationships, picking what to have for breakfast. I lose sight of the fact that I am inseparable from my body.

Sure it drives me wild sometimes – I mean, who would choose to be bipolar? You wouldn’t choose a car you knew would occasionally refuse to start.

But it’s all I have. And honestly I kind of like it now. I’ve put in a lot of work over the last few years and it’s better now than I think it’s ever been before.

So I’ve decided to show it I like it the best way I know how. Just like a car owner might get their wheels a new coat of paint – I’m getting a haircut and dressing fancy.

Head vs Habit

I think my habits are automatic feedback loops. They’re hard to beat,
because interrupting them feels uncomfortable. But letting them run
their course delivers a reward feedback.

Case in point: I’m watching tv shows on my laptop. I need sleep so I can do things like an intelligent human. What do I do? Watch more, then get on Tumblr and look at pictures of ducks.

Second case: I have an appointment in another city coming up, and need to book travel and accommodation. The day before rolls around and BAM I’m still in my room. Looking at pictures of ducks.

On the flip side, my head knows what’s best. It remembers how I feel when I do the thing, or stop doing the thing.

It just needs leverage to interrupt the habit loop.

This matters because some of my habits – late nights, heavy drinking, bad diet, lack of exercise – are self-destructive. They all contribute to increasing occurrence, severity and length of a bipolar/cyclothymic episode.And it’s not like I have a choice of going up or down.

So, how do you get your head to beat your habits?