My morning routine has changed drastically in the last year. I went from being a college student, to working a full time (and underpaid) job, to working an insane amount of hours at a new job, to quitting that job, to taking on a temp job until I start graduate school. For the time being I have found a morning routine that will make anyone feel prepared and ready for a successful day.
Check out My Depression Journey. I mention briefly my struggles of how my depression lead to Trichotillomania.
You may have come to this page either from searching Trichotillomania or just have a curiosity for all things medical (such as myself). I am not a medical expert, I am not a psychologist; what I am is a person with real struggles who finally decided to open to others. If I can provide an ounce of help to anyone, why not?
I could feel my skin crawl with every moment of silence during our fights. I could feel like my blood boiling, scortching my throat and depriving me of the words that had logic rather than anger. My eyes were warm and sore from the pressure on my brain. And in the end I realized, it was me causing all this.
Depression has always been an unwelcomed friend. It’s isolating, it’s lonely, it’s cold. It fills your day with dread and invites you to take one too many days off from life. Depression has stolen time, money, happiness, friends and family from me.
I was 5 years old when I first felt sad all the time. I would hide in my room from my parents arguing and started to wind down the questions of “where’s Daddy?”. My room was my shelter filled with toys, crayons, and stickers. Those things couldn’t protect me from my mind. When I started being shuffled between one parent to another, that’s when I took a nose dive. I would cry and look at pictures of my mom and me together at the park, I would barricade myself into whatever room was deemed mine, and I would use toys as my amour when traveling making sure to bring as many as possible to recreate a sense of home. None of that shielded me. I was stressed, yet how does a kid know the words to tell their parents that? They didn’t understand anyways.
College is supposed to be the time of your life to learn, to foster, to grow. Sure I learned some things in college – only drink clear alcohol with plenty of water to never wake up with a hangover, I learned about self appreciation and motivation, I learned about love and heartache. What I didn’t learn was anything about having a career you love and to acquire the skills you need both for a job and as a functioning adult.
I was reflecting the other day over my life choices. Funny how things align in life in the most unexpected ways. I then thought how motivation and choices are tightly intertwined but no one ever talks about it. How motivation is the engine while choices are the drive. Without either surely something will fail down the road of life. First what I thought of was what was behind my motivation.
For Christmas, I had absolutely no idea what to get my roommates. For roommates, I always worry “Do they have this already? Will they like it? How can I give them something that is special?” Looking through countless stores I finally came up with a solution: a custom made framed print that will match both their personality and room. So I whipped out some in photoshop, found some awesome frames from Marshalls, wrapped them and BOOM: instant thoughtful gift. After I told them that I made them individually they suggested that I should open up an Etsy Printable Shop. After a month of brainstorming and some confidence gaining I finally opened one and making new printables every week or two. Below is the current sampling in my shop, check it out!