Posted in anxiety, Depression, mental health, Musings


I’ve been thinking about why I tried to kill myself last November, trying to understand everyone’s anger, misjudgments, and emotions. Those pass in time, but it was their looks that never did. The one’s that made me feel like I was damaged.

One thing that counselling teachers is you is personal responsibility. That your actions are things that you can control, what other people think about you and what they say about you is something that you can’t. We’re supposed to look at the things we can control and change them if they are negative, forget about the things that we can’t.

I have a damn good counsellor, something rare for those who seek help. In the past six months I have started to learn how to take responsibility for my actions. For the decisions that I made in the past and the decisions I will continue to make. Responsibility was something that was missing from my life. Masks were more common. Masking my problems with other things like food and pain instead of focusing on the real issues. My real issues.

Masks only last so long until time catches up with you. Inflicting self-harm made me feel good for a little while, then I masked it with food. Food made me good for a little while, then I gained weight. Gaining weight made me feel worse and I started to spend my money on things I never needed. Problems would get better for a little while, then I would begin to feel worse renewing the cycle. Everything would repeat. I never took care of issues, as my counsellor said I waited until I bottled everything up and then it popped.

Since November I’ve been asked by friends, family, my doctor and counsellor one question, why? My entire life I knew how to act “okay” even when I wasn’t. Things had been bad for a couple of years. Within 2014 to 2015 they slowly went downhill. The world is full of problems, nobody needed to know about mine.

I hid from people that I felt alone, like a failure, that I had nothing to offer to the world. You live long enough with these ideas in your head they begin to become real. I kept these things inside since I graduated from Vancouver Island University in 2011. Masked them with meaningless jobs that I was good at but never felt I was a part of. I worked on leadership, found I was good at it, and in the end hated it. I drove friends and family away.

I ended up at a beach at the end of November where I gave up. That’s where I began to change my life.




Freelancer writing about politics, pop culture, and professional wrestling. CREW grad and VIU alumni! A real life Ted Mosby.

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