Hi everyone!
I hope you're all doing great! I've been gone for so long it's actually sad... I came back here just to tell you about what has happened, what is happening and what is going to happen. I won't be seen for some time because of those reasons, so I'd be really pleased if you'd read this whole text.Don't worry, my physical health has kept me in line for the most part, so nothing ultra-serious is going to happen! At least that's what I hope, with all my beating heart.
Many of you might know that I'm aiming for a healthier body - and through that, a healthier life. I've been overweight for a few years now, and have been wanting to change that for the longest while. (Writing this makes my heart thump super fast and my finger to caress the backspace key.) I have had difficult reasons to not purposely lose weight for those few years, some are more long-term than the others. But you have seen a lot of unhealthy foods on my Instagram or older posts, and I wanted to change not only that, but all of this, drastically, for Wanhojen tanssit, for summer, for the rest of my life.
So with no clear, determined plan in mind, I turned to my mother. My Mum supports me with these things as much as she can, and pretty much as much as I allow her to (a fitness guru she kind of is). However, she had miraculously dropped a few kilograms from having this special diet, where you eat very primitively for a few days a week and normally the others. It had worked for her, and so I thought it'd work on me, too. Without taking any consideration of the consequences, I ate only 5 bananas on Monday the 9th, and two bananas and two chocolate bars on Wednesday the same week.
I should've been wiser. On Thursday I got a serious panic attack at the start of the English class. It was really intense, and a very tiring one. I had already been shivering before the lesson, but had brushed it off as coldness. I got to go to the school nurse to rest for the whole lesson. I couldn't work on school stuff for the rest of the day, I was in such... shock?
This lead to that Mum and I decided to give up the diet, and now I've just been eating normally, as healthily as I possibly can. We had planned on going to the gym yesterday, but because I was getting ill with the flu, we'll have to try again on Saturday.
This has all lead to massive disappointments. Not because of anybody else, but just for me; not towards anyone else, but me. I feel like there is no sure cure to weight loss for me. I've been in such a terrible mood I have had to pull back to breathe from social media. That's why you haven't seen me much on Instagram, let alone on this blog. I'm going to try to say this in the clearest way. By 'terrible' I mean I've been feeling the bad wind on my face: I've been feeling quite a lot depressed, to the ongoing point of a strong sense of self-loathing.
Depression is not a new thing to me, but because it came so suddenly and with such force, it knocked me off and left me wallowing in a puddle of confusion. Pair that with a steadily appearing repulsion against myself, and you've got a recipe for a downhill turn. If you don't like to read more about this, please skip to the end.
I haven't been feeling this much self-loathing since I was 15, to be absolutely honest. Now it made a return, sometimes as strong as back then, sometimes less, at times even more powerful than before. My self-esteem has dropped down and I have no energy to do anything because of the depression. In the morning I feel quite neutral, but by the evening I'm just a dead shell filled with gradually rising hate against myself. I blame myself for the smallest things, but much of the loathing goes towards my body. I'd like to change so much, but too depressed to do that much. My weight and health causes me very much mental pain. I have obsessive fears of developing diseases because of the overweight, and that causes me to loathe my whole body. I don't dislike my stretch marks; I hate them. I hate my abdominal, persistent fat. I hate my thunder thighs. But not only do I have these intense insecurities about my body: throughout these weeks it's also been attacking my personality, my view on things, my personal life in general. I've had a very hard time accepting my choices and myself as a whole human being. Hate is a strong word, but on myself, it has become something I deal with every day, every moment I look in the mirror or somehow else reflect on myself or my life. I punish myself for every wrong or stupid thing I do, be it small or big. This counts also on things I've been doing my whole life. The pre-school Pella gets as much hate from me as the Pella you're reading about right now.
I've been hiding these feelings from my friends and relatives, only opening up for my mother. Not even my closest friends know about what I struggle with at this moment. I would've wanted to keep it that way, to not tell anybody except my Mum, sometimes not telling her either what I feel. I would have kept it that way if I didn't know that I have a tendency of bursting at some point, losing it, just breaking down. I have to tell someone every now and then so that the mental wounds could get rid of the pus. And that one person, yes, only one person, is my mother.
Only the Universe knows how different my life would be if I didn't have my wonderful, loving mother to help me preserve my sanity. We made mistakes in the diet, but she is helping me as much as she can to get me back on track.
I've got distractions from my thoughts - valuable, wonderful distractions - through talking or hanging out with friends, thinking and speaking about everything else than my bad situation. I thank them for that, that they haven't forced me to tell everything on the spot. I've revealed as much as I feel safe to, not going into details in anything, really. Because I need time. I need time to figure this out. I need time to reflect, watch, accept and learn how to love. All that to myself. I don't know how long a time I will need, but I don't want to rush it. Baby steps is all it's about.
I've been reading some self-help sites and books, as I haven't been able to talk to anyone more or less professional. Their advice are on the surface of my brain, very slowly but steadily absorbing into my consciousness. My favourite must be You Are A Badass by Jen Sincero, a book similar with the works The Secret and The Power, although being much more light but still incredibly deep. And entertaining, for that part! I'm now stuck with some level of a flu, so reading and watching inspiring people talk inspiring things has been even more than my casual leisure time really has allowed. (Funny, right?)
As for posting content on Symphonicats it might well be that you'll have to wait a while longer for the next post. At this point I can't say anything. No one knows how long that while is going to last. I'll try to get a grip and post something on Instagram every now and then, plan blog posts, photograph, and so on. But right now I need to think about my own well-being. I have been pushing every thought of self-love aside for at least six months, which is a very long time for me, at the same as I held on to the lies of being 'unworthy of true happiness' and 'just a waste of time' and 'a disappointing mental case'. (Those are some of the things I've been having in my subconsciousness. They need to move out so better thoughts can take their place.) No more of that. Now is the time to let the right thoughts in.
Now is the time to start finding, exploring, accepting, and loving myself again.
In short: I've been suffering from depression, hidden self-loathing and insecurities, and with time that I will start taking right now, I will change that towards a healthier, more loving view of myself.
Take care everyone, honestly. You are all incredibly beautiful. I love you all so much!
See you!