Valentine's Day!!

Happy Valentine's day! This is by far one of my favorite holidays. I know it's a Hallmark holiday filled with consumerist ideals, blah blah blah. But it's only negative if you choose to look at it that way. I don't expect to be showered with gifts. I'm a giver, and I want to treat myself and everyone else around me. I like dipping strawberries and making treats for my coworkers. I love taking my husband out for dinner. I look for excuses to send my mom, sisters, and friends small packages and cards to show them I'm thinking of them. It doesn't matter what holiday it is, I have a box of thoughtful gifts on reserve that I buy whenever I see a thoughtful gift for a special someone in my life.

That being said, if something has ruined the holiday for you, I understand. But if you can make a good day out of a universal reminder to show love and gratitude to the people around you, I think you should do it.

Another important message I want to share is that you should spend a few moments today or this weekend focusing on the things that you love about yourself. A daily recognition of your strengths can go a long way to building self esteem and confidence, which will resonate throughout other parts of your life. It’s easy to get stuck living in the past, or fixating on your weaknesses. Whether you have depression, anxiety, or both, your mental illness doesn’t define you or your value. If you can’t forgive yourself for making a mistake in your past, if you can’t break away from a toxic relationship, if you can’t stop obsessing about your student debt, if you can’t ever see yourself living your dream, if you haven’t quite found the right job, or if you’re simply just going through a hard time, even if you’re not necessarily sure why - you have more power than you think. Those of us who live with mental illness every day - we don’t always get to choose how we feel, or what we are capable of doing. Some days, we don’t get an option to be happy and motivated. We can do some things, though. We can:

  • Ask for help when we need it (Not just from a doctor, but from our friends, family, spouses, coworkers, teachers, etc.)

  • Reevaluate our goals and pursuits (Do you really think you’ll be happier as a full-time musician if you’ve never put the extra time in to work on your skills?)

  • Establish a sense of purpose (Do you secretly criticize yourself for not going to the gym? Have you always wanted to learn a new skill? What have you done to adopt these new behaviors?)

  • Follow through with goals (So...you don’t have the energy or courage to get back in the gym. What if you walked 10,000 steps per day? Are you really bad at staying positive, but you don’t know what to do to change? What if you read a chapter of a self-help book, or watched a 20 minute Ted Talk every single day?)

Start small and only do as much as you can handle. Don’t beat yourself up about not being as productive as you think you should be - that will only lead to more depression/anxiety. Set small, reasonable goals each day, get enough sleep, and take a multivitamin. Get a health and wellness checkup - tell your doctor about your symptoms, and get blood work done to see if you have any deficiencies. If you need help with basic activities, don’t be afraid to ask for it. Allowing yourself to be vulnerable in front of others is a sign of strength, and we often do much better in life when we allow ourselves to connect with others. The more you love yourself despite your flaws, the more you’ll enable yourself to learn and grow.

xo,

Victoria

Mental Health: Happy New Year!

Good afternoon! Happy New Year, and Happy Sunday.

I am both excited and anxious to be back to blogging/drawing/art after my holiday break. I am a firm believer in taking breaks from your passions, as the time apart can really inspire you to be even more creative when you come back to your projects. However, I may have bit off more than I can chew for 2019. After writing down all of my resolutions, I took a step back and decided that the vision I have for myself is to become a fully toned yogi and swim master, an Insta-famous artist, a debt-free financial guru, a chef, an avid reader of every pop psychology, art, ancient history, and science fiction book, and occasional traveler.

I know what you’re thinking - no wonder this girl has anxiety! Well, you’re partially right. All of the idealism I experience with my resolutions, and with my expectations in general - isn’t a result of me arrogantly thinking I can accomplish all of these goals, it’s a form of distraction. My brain is wired for high speed levels, and if I can tire myself out with productive tasks, I will fulfill my purpose every day, get good sleep, and alleviate some of my symptoms.

If you experience something similar, don’t fret. Anxiety is like a superpower - it’s a sensitive trait that could easily be used for good or bad depending on if you let it control you. Avoiding my anxiety is what has made me make the most mistakes...but listening to it and allowing it to motivate me has gotten me every good thing I have in my life today. I have to detach myself from the outcome of all these resolutions, and just take time every day to burn off my energy on something productive that helps me be a healthier person.

Cheers to good things in 2019!


xo,

Victoria

Mental Health: Why Should I have Anxiety?

My life is easy. Why should I have anxiety? Why should I ever experience depression?

For years, I denied myself treatment because of that mentality. Mental health is such a taboo issue that as a society, we don’t even know what it is. I am a fourth generation Polish American and I was taught with an old world mentality that life is generally painful, and if I don’t develop a thick skin and deal with it, I won’t survive. I was taught that doctors were thieves who want to take your money and give you pills. My ancestors settled in America not even 100 years ago and built lives out of soil and sweat. What do I have to complain about?

I’m not a psychologist and my opinions don’t matter. But I just don’t believe mental illness is that simple. I was born with anxiety, and to put it simply— my brain is wired differently. My thoughts are rapid, senses heightened, and I’m convinced I would survive a zombie apocalypse. My anxiety makes me do things out of fear of being an unsuccessful human being, whatever that means to me. I imagine that this genetic trait is what helped my ancestors survive in an otherwise unforgiving world. They traveled across the world with seeds in their pocket to escape poverty, oppression, and genocide. Surely in my millennial bubble of technology, video games, and consumerism, I should be grateful.

Have you heard all of this before? I’ve heard it all— anxiety and depression are for the underprivileged and weak, and if you should experience them otherwise, you’re an entitled and ungrateful little shit. There’s a rise of mental illness because we’re raising our children to be spoiled and never grow up.

This way of thinking is very flawed— stay with me for a second! Sure, there will always be lazy people in every generation. I’m not going to make excuses and tolerate laziness. But we’re doing a great disservice to those who make a sincere effort. First— my very first thoughts on this earth involve my childhood anxieties revolving a lack of control on my own life. I can’t change my brain function without medical intervention. Treatment can mean a lot of things— therapy, medication, meditation, mindfulness, exercise, and even getting treatments for physical ailments that can cause or increase anxiety levels. Second— I didn’t grow up in a generation where alcohol and tobacco use was widely accepted without guilt. I can’t use substances to control my attitude without some serious consequences that are no longer acceptable. (Not to mention that this seems like a slow and painful death.) Third— it’s 2018. The only time I don’t use my mind to accomplish basic tasks is when I’m cleaning my house. The world we live in— whether at work, school, at the grocery store, and even sitting on our couches— requires constant processing of information. Our brains work on overdrive. If you think meditation, yoga, and mindfulness is a yuppie cliche, then you must have a lot of time in your life that you spend NOT thinking. If I want to shut my brain off, I have to schedule it on my calendar, even if it’s a weekend.

We are told that mental illness is only a word we can say when speaking of extremities. Imagine if we thought that way about our physical health? Physical illness has a range from common colds and flus to cancer and disease. Yet, we don’t cringe or judge people when we talk about doctor appointments and antibiotics. However, the moment we use the phrase “mental health” it suddenly becomes a heavily debated topic. We shouldn’t deprive ourselves of any self care simply because other people’s lives are worse than ours. I know plenty of successful people who weren’t half as sheltered as I was. We shouldn’t associate mental illness with those who are so sick they can’t help themselves. When we start seeing each other— regular people we interact with every day— as people who will ultimately experience mental illness at varying levels throughout the duration of their life— we can accept this as part of our reality. Anxiety and depression is not a choice people make. These illnesses are inherited, taught to us, or come and go with circumstance. One thing we can choose is to be kind to one another.

xo,

Victoria

Mental Health: Responsibility

Anxiety will not prevent bad things from happening or make you any more prepared for disaster. It has given me heightened senses and makes me a more sensitive and intuitive person. However, anxiety also makes me visualize every scenario, as if every action and reaction is somehow connected in a web-like diagram in my mind. That diagram holds every bad decision and wrongdoing I've ever done, weaves resolutions of karma and consequence, justifying all the worst case scenarios I can consider. It lives in my subconscious and unravels itself at the perfect moments, convincing me that something is wrong or that eventually something will be wrong, and that there is a reason to be alarmed.

In the thirty years of my life with anxiety, the perpetuating cycle of suffering has become so normal that it's just another emotion I experience on a daily basis. There are times I've caught myself experiencing pure joy--which is quite often, despite the stereotypes--and then I feel guilty for letting go. As if fear is a responsibility to the rest of the world, and that my foresight might save myself or someone else.

I'm still learning how to trust my own mind and distinguish intuitive thoughts versus paranoid rationalizations. I often use humor to laugh at my own perception. I vocalize it to others, and I've cracked so many jokes on myself I could start my own comedy routine. Humor pairs with anxiety and depression like cheap coffee and sugar...hard to swallow without the additives.

xo,

Victoria