Winds of change

Autumn is in the air. Leaves are starting to turn red. In 6 days I am moving to university. September is the month of change. The weather gets colder. I’m starting a new adventure!

I’m excited for university! Mainly the course part, after wasting so much time in my gap year it will be nice to feel good at something and working hard again. I’m not keen on welcome week. It will be fun but as a pessimistic introvert with social anxiety I can only handle so much. 

I’m using this as a chance to be reborn. Change myself. Be more myself. I have thinking about a quote lately. It’s just a little quote from a Ghibli film I watched recently. It was “Always believe in yourself. Do this and no matter where you are, you will have nothing to fear”. It’s really stuck with me. Because maybe if I do believe in myself and stop all the self hatred. I might feel better when I’m alone. 

After highschool being one version of me and college being another. I spent my gap year in a blank mode. I had my interests and my personality. But I’ve been pretty blank. I haven’t had much fashion sense as I have spent my time in pjs or work clothes. Usually sunk on the couch feeling sad. Don’t get me wrong I have had fun too! But this year I have really let my unwillingness to be alive take over. 

But enough of living in the past. My gap year was a great and well needed break. I hope I stay close to my friends through uni. College blessed me with a wonderful set of friends. I love them so much. They are all so original and unique and just hearing from them makes me happy. Luckily one of my best friends is gonna visit me often as they aren’t going university. I hope I make new friends too! 

I want to go on adventures! I want to learn loads! It’s really scary and I’ll be completely alone but I am welcoming this change. I’m ready to work hard and live. 

The season is changing and with them, I’m beginning to change too. 


Who am I again? 

I’m not sure at the moment. This might just be my lack of sleep talking but I’m forgetting myself. 

I have spent quite a while slumped in my depression. Spending most days in the house in my pjs. Having little contact with friends. I don’t really do much unless I’m doing fun things with my family. But I have forgot myself. I don’t know what fashion style I have and I can’t remember how I speak to people. Listen I may be half asleep but even I know that this sounds, well it sounds extremely dumb. 

I guess this all links back to what I said in a older post. How different people bring out or heigthen aspects of yourself. But seeing as I have mainly been around myself and family. I should have met my ultimate self or something now? I guess I just got used to the facade of acting a certain way. 

It’s like how the Japanese say you have three faces. The first face, you show to the world. The second face, to your close friends and family. The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are. But I don’t know what the truest reflection of myself is? I used to. But I feel like that face has cracked. If I were to see it in the mirror it would be my body and a giant scribble where my face should be. 

I obviously have interests and opinions. But other than that I have forgotten what I’m like? I’m so used to being a hermit living in pastel pyjamas and spending their days playing on a DS or drawing. I have spent a lot of time with my family which has really helped me stay happy. I rarely see my friends. I hope they don’t think I’m purposely cutting them off. 

But yeah. This is a dumb post. I’m just thinking about how I can use university to reinvent myself. Get rid of the things I hate about myself and become who I want to be. The only thing is I don’t know who I am anymore. Or who I wanna be. I just feel like a blur of a person. 

This was stupid. I’m so tired it’s probably just that. I hope I find myself soon. 

Summer Storm

Some people see storms as bad weather. I see them as a flash of life. The growl of the darkened clouds, every veiny flash of light pierces the sky, the scent and sound of  the heavy downpour of rain soothes my soul. 

After yesterday’s random punch of depression and self hate I needed something to lift me up. The numbness I had felt had been like a drought. Dry and hard. Now the storm has came and my tears have poured down as heavy as this rain. I have felt a sudden rumble in my heart which lead to an intense and unexpected storm of emotion. I cried so much but I must say I have needed this. 

It’s the early hours of the morning. I’m laying here sung on my top bunk. My brother sitting on the window and my sister stood next to me leaning on the ladder of our bed. All of us calmly watching the flashing sky and listening to the rain dancing in the puddles. All of us happy and at peace. I’m going to miss this. Moments like these are ones I will treasure forever. But this has also made me realise something. 

The bond I have with my siblings is strong. Stronger than this storm and anything else nature can throw at us. I love my family and I know they love me. When I’m at university our ties will not loosen. We will still be close. I guess what I’m trying to say is I don’t need to worry about my family drifting away because out bonds are stronger than nature itself. 

The thunder has quietend and the sky has gone dark. Now there is only the sound of calm rain dropping on the leaves of the trees. The storm in my head has silenced. After a day of laughing with my family and watching the storm slowly die I feel better. 

This storm has ended a numbing drought and even though the thunder was loud and the rain was heavy, flowers may bloom and grow from this. I hope to do the same. 


This is a messy post. I don’t care. I feel so bad right now. I don’t even know why. I’ve been numb for the past week. A lot of bad things happened but it ended okay. I’m sat in tears. I can feel then dripping down my gross face. 

What was I thinking. Telling people about my stories, writing and drawing again, revising media and trying to lose weight. WHY do I keep fooling myself into believing I am gonna be good at anything. I feel so embarrassed and upset. I bet my parents think I’m childish and stupid because I put effort in storywriting and drawing. I must be getting on my friends nerves because I don’t shut up. Everyone must be sick of how I keep saying I’m gonna lose weight and have a little plan of how im supposedly going to. Everyone must be sick of me because I sure am. 

I’m such a fool. I hate myself so much. I’m not good at anything. I’m even doubting the only two things i liked about myself. What if I don’t have a good imagination and my stories are shit. What if I’m not funny and people laugh out of pity. What if people only put up for me because they feel sorry for me and how lame I am. 

I’m so sad right now. This has been building up all week. The other day I was crying because I had to take the bin out. I wore gloves. But my stupid OCD kicked in and I cried and had to wash my hands.  I feel so mad at myself. I’m so annoyed that I even tried to be happy and change. Especially because I won’t. I have been and always be a fuck up. The other week I was numb now I feel everything at once. I want to punch something because I feel so upset and mad. 

I’m falling into an abyss. My chest is tight and I can’t stop crying. I want to scream but no one will hear. I’m so sad right now. I hate this. 

On the run

University is coming closer every day. Thirty three days to be exact. I should really be getting ready for it. Buying things I need and packing. But I’ve been running away from this. 

Ever since I found out about my depression I have been trying to distract myself from life. I’m so scared about university. I’m scared of being alone with these problems. I’m having nightmares on what will happen in my first weeks. I still have the mindset of failure. So why try if I’m gonna fail. 

I’m worried about not understanding anything and being the dumbest in class. What if I make no friends? What if I spend all my time alone. Alone with my depressive thoughts and self hating nature. That’s never good. 

I had a dream last night. I was moving in and setting everything out in my room. Then I gave my family a hug and cried. Then they left. My heart still aches to how alone I’m going to feel. It’s pretty pathetic how sad I get over this. 

I guess I’ve ran far enough now. It’s time I ran into this head first. Prepared my self and get ready for an adventure. I need to fight this worry and fear. I can’t keep running backward in my road to nowhere. I can only move forwards and hope to grow. 

I need to stop running away because no matter how fast I run. These thoughts are catching up. 

What’s wrong with me?

So the other day, I had my first therapy session. It was awkward and personal. But I finally found out what’s wrong with me. My pessimistic nature helped when the therapist told me I have OCD anxiety and  depression. 

I want to say I was shocked. That I was amazed I had this problem. But I’ve been like this for so long no bad news surprises me.  On the plus side I’m getting therapy and help now. It’ll be nice to speak to someone who has no connection to me or my life. I hope they can help me. I’m so sick of feeling like this. 

I haven’t been sleeping well in forever. I’m currently awake diving into my cocoon of self hatred and analysis. I get too deep in myself and I just lie here. Lost and suffocating in my thoughts. I can’t think straight. I wish I could stop thinking. 

Sorry this was a short post. I just wanted to get this off my chest in a way. 

Otherworldly escapist 

I’ve been trying to be happy lately. It’s kinda working. I ignore my bad thoughts or I’ve been distancing myself. I have a great imagination so it’s easy to drift from reality time to time. 

I’m not as upset with myself. I still hate myself but I’m trying to handle it better. I’ve been reading a lot of books, writing my stories and drawing again. It’s helping. I feel good about myself when I’m writing my stories and drawing. I can see myself improving. It’s nice to feel good at something. 

Especially since I haven’t felt excited for anything lately. I haven’t been speaking to my friends as much. Whether that is just through lack of conversation or they have finally seen how much of a loser I am and decided to ditch me I don’t know. It’s comic con this weekend too. I have probably the best cosplay I have ever had. I’m still not excited. Because something will probably go wrong. Or I’ll just look terrible as usual. 

I have 3 main stories. With 2 being linked and set in the same universe only 300 years apart. I live through them sometimes. Strong protagonists go on wild adventures, make interesting friends and usually are noticed and loved by many. Most of my stories come from dreams. With me being the protagonist and people I know being in it too. If I think it’s good I write it down. Change the characters to suit the story. Then I build from there.

 I believe writers base a lot of there stories and things within them off their own lives and people they know. Frankly one of my protagonists is what I wish I was. Strong, smart, respected by many, looked up too and beautiful. I like to escape into my fantasies. I create stories with depth, character development and interesting tales. It makes me happy. Because I know I’m good at something. 

I think I am being creative again because it makes me happy. Embarrassed because I hope people don’t think I’m being stupid. But happy nonetheless. It feels good to feel good about myself. 

Slowly I am opening up to the concept of loving myself and likening who I am. I know now that no one cares about me. (Except for my family of course) So I should care about myself and make myself feel good. I think I’m really imaginative and great at creating stories! 

And you know what? It feels really good to like something about myself! I haven’t felt pride like this in a while. Hopefully this feeling grows because it would be nice to be happy in reality and not just in my fantasies. 

Elysian wallflower 

I’ve always been a wallflower. I go unnoticed and I’m not really missed. It doesn’t bother me too much. Just somethings get me really upset. 

I guess I like attention but I wouldn’t say I’m an attention seeker. I just would like to be noticed once in a while. I guess that’s why I loved media in college so much. I was top of the class. Literally I got the highest grade and that’s because I worked the hardest. Sweat, blood and a lot of tears went into my work and it was noticed! People used to ask me for advice! My teacher would praise me. Not a lot because he was kinda serious and critical all the time (which helped me get an A in my coursework so fair enough). Also I have realised every media teacher I have met has come across mellow and dead inside. You can see why I find them so relatable and easy to speak too. 

But anyway. It just felt nice that someone noticed how hard I worked. How I had been that stressed I had messed up my health. I wasn’t sleeping well and I cried a lot. Because I wanted and needed to do so well. It’s weird but because I was so good I’m scared of what I’m going to be at university. I feel like I have to be one of the best. In my other classes I still worked hard. I wasn’t really noticed for it though. I wasn’t really noticed in a lot of things. 

I think over time I’ve just came to except that I’m a wallflower. I don’t really stand out. I’m not that special. I’d say I’m funny and have a really good imagination but that’s about it. It used to really upset me. How I was never the one that everyone wanted to be like or be friends with. I was never the one people praised for hard work. I didn’t really stand out to anyone no matter how hard I tried. 

That used to upset me. But lately I have been trying to change how I think. Try to be more optimistic. I think I’m a hidden gem. I go unnoticed and I don’t really stand out, but when I am noticed people see how special I really am. They see that I am an extremely loyal and caring friend. They see that I have an amazing imagination and have being drawing and writing stories since I could. They see that I’m really good and motivated in work I care about. 

I’ve finally accepted that I’m a wallflower. Because no one said the wallflower can’t be beautiful. And it’s time I started seeing myself as such. Just because I’m not noticed by everyone doesn’t mean I can’t notice how great I truly am! This has got to be the first time in years I have allowed myself to feel good about who I am. It feels nice and light! 

Downpour to drizzle 

I have been low. Very low. So low in fact that if I sunk any further I would probably disappear. I haven’t been this bad in a while. Never cried this much. I’ve felt nothing and everything at once. It’s like I have a storm cloud above my head. 

I’m starting to feel less low. My mood is rising and the storm is calming. I’ve got my first therapy appointment booked and I’m starting to feel slightly excited for university. I have no idea where the huge build up of fear and worry has come. Maybe I’m just feeling this burst of life because I am at the end, it’s too late to back out so I might as well roll with it. Like in fantasy films, where a character is going to die anyway so they fight to the death. 

Anyway, I think this storm has passed now. Things aren’t great. But they aren’t as bad. It will be nice to talk to someone about my problems. Even if the room will be flooded with my tears and depressing vibe. I’m getting back up again. Walking down my road. Off to whatever the future holds. (Probably a lotta tears but whatever). 

I need to start helping myself. Talking to a therapist can only do so much. I need to create goodness within me while people are helping with the goodness outside. I am trying to love myself. There’s not much to love but I’m working on it. I’m trying to be chill more which is hard when inside I’m constantly a flame with stress and tension. With the whole OCD touching thing. I will try to think rationally. But being honest I still don’t think the things I have a problem with are a problem. My reaction to them however. Is bad. 

I need to realise I have support and love around me. My family and a therapist will help. Maybe I will finally help myself instead of bottling up my feelings. I have friends I could speak to. But they only know so much, there’s things I can’t tell them and things I don’t want them to know. I don’t want to burden them with my weakness. 

Either way I guess this blog post is just saying that I’ll get back up again. I’m back and ready to try. You know what they say, you can’t have a rainbow without a little rain. 

Everlasting storm

I’m defeated, discouraged and disheartened. I’m so angry. I can’t move. My days are timeless lonely nothingness. I have no routine and other than the scream of university I have nothing. I’m so fucking alone and sad constantly. I have no motivation to do anything. I feel like I am dead. 

I am trying to change things. The other day I went to the doctors to seek help for my problems. I cried. It was really hard to tell someone about it. To sit with someone who doesn’t know and just say how I hate myself so much and feel like I’m never going to amount to anything. How I am constantly on the verge of crying and just want to do nothing even though that makes it worse. I don’t find anything fun anymore. It’s just a way to pass the time so I can go to bed. How I have huge problem with people touching me or things. I have to wash my hands constantly. I have to clean my face all the time. People touching me makes me cry and want to have a shower. I just feel so shit. I feel like I’m lying in my grave just waiting to die. 

My mum came with me to the appointment. I love my mum she is being really supportive through all of this. (Wish I could say the same about the rest of my fam. They just think I’m being silly with my touching and cleanliness stuff. They pull faces and moan. It makes me uncomfortable and guilty. But whatever.) She is the person I go to for all my help. She held my hand and helped me explain. I’m gonna be getting therapy for a while. So that will hopefully help. 

I just feel so sad. I just wanna cry and hug someone. I’m so scared of the future. I’m so tired of my life now. I’m not alone but I feel so lonely. I hate being in my house because I’m always there with nothing to do but sit and think. I have no motivation to do anything. My mind is just a mess. A storm and with every crack of thunder and crash of lightning the rain is getting heavier. I cry so much it’s pathetic. 

I hope tomorrow is a nice day so I can sit out side. I hope the sun comes out soon.