Reasoning with myself

As someone who scrutinizes her past a lot, new years and birthdays bring anxiety. And these days I feel so stuck. Stuck in a PhD even though I have a two months deadline to finish thesis. I clearly know that it will be submitted anyway. I know that I have finished writing and I will finish the editing and cover pages soon. Still I go through these bouts of fear. What if my supervisor gives me a hard time. What if he delays just like delayed my synopsis seminar. I feel angry at my parents for not letting me get operated at the end of November. I feel angry at my supervisor for making a fuss about medical leave. Even though they did not say no clearly but somehow they made a big deal about it. I on the other hand thought that at least I won’t carry my health issue to 2021. And this makes me angry. Not being able to take full charge of my health and career makes me angry.

I know people close to me are taking the heat from that anger. But I feel they wronged me. I know they are humans and they make human mistakes. I on the other hand, want to take charge sometimes. I like to take control of my life. But I have to understand that my life is not solely dependent on the decisions I make. There are people around me whose decisions also affect me. And they make poor judgments sometimes because they are humans. So, maybe they are also trying to do their best.

What can I do to take charge? Give my best and leave the rest. Because no matter how badly I want, I cannot take control of every aspect of my own life.

Note: Above is a small sample of how I deal with unhelpful thoughts. This was real-time writing of how I felt. As I started to shift my thoughts from blame in paragraph 1 to reason in paragraph 2, I started to feel calmer. This is one of the best tools I learnt during therapy.

Navigating Through Anxiety

You are writing an exam and in middle of the paper, your hands start sweating, you get palpitations, your heart starts racing and you just stop writing. All these are signs of an anxiety/panic attack. Till few years back, anxiety was not in common lingo. I mean when I had my first few anxiety attacks, I did not know what the feeling was called. All I could assign to this feeling was that it was mostly fear. Basically it is a combination of fear, anger and sadness combined, but mostly fear of unknown or loss of control. I am no psychologist, but I am interested in psychology books and articles and read them in my free time. I still seek counselling whenever I feel that it is getting too much. I have learnt a lot in this journey, mostly about myself. Understanding the mind is empowering. Not only does it help to navigate through our own life but also help others.

I struggled with anxiety for around 10 years if I recall well. Initially, it was mostly exam induced but later it changed to waking up in the middle of the Night or getting up anxious every morning. A lot of you can relate to this story of mine in some or another way. Late teens to late 20s is a phase which involves lots of decision making. Adulting can be pretty tough emotionally. However, what I have uncovered from therapy (counselling) and books is that how we adult depends a lot on how our childhood was. Issues of childhood resurface while adulting and their effect can be overwhelming. Even though I slipped sometimes, career was bit easier to take control of. Because all that i had to do was hard, focussed and consistent work and I was rewarded. Many times the reward was less than expected, but it was there nonetheless. The real deal was my relationships with other people because it involved dealing with other minds apart from my own. And hard work doesn’t help solve issues with others. Most of the times, dealing with others brings us face to face with our own issues. It takes awareness to face these ‘not so pretty’ sides of ours and deal with them.

Therapy is a great tool which is not very popular in India. If you are seeing a therapist, people often assume that you are not capable of dealing with your issues on your own. But therapy is not a traditional treatment. It is about gaining useful knowledge about you or others in your life. And knowledge is power. Therapy can bring a massive shift in perspective. However , it has two hurdles, finding a good therapist and the cost of therapy. But my first counselling session during my masters was horrible. I opened up to her about myself with great courage and she imposed her judgements onto me. In another session which costed me 2000 bucks, the counsellor labelled my issues/experiences as garbage. I know my issues were/are not serving me well but somewhere they are part of my identity. So, i did not see her afterwards. Other factor is time, therapy takes time. And time multiplied by cost can be huge. Insurance policies do not cover therapy in my knowledge. Luckily for me, in campus emotional wellness facilities did good job. A good therapist and a long time in therapy is something incredible. I think all of us should seek therapy at least once. It is amazing to know new things about our own minds. That stuff is empowering. After 6 months, my therapist told me to see a doctor. Which was so frightening that I stopped seeing her for a month. But then I did what she told. That continued for 1.5 years and i did not fail to miss my appointments and medications. But it worked really well. Mental health journey is not a one way straight road. It has its bumps. But the more time you spend understanding it, bumps become less. I can write on and on about it.

As an alternative There are many resources available online. I was using two apps (One was sort of AI based chatbot) at one point of time and they helped me a lot. For an year or so, i was deep into spirituality. But spiritual bypassing does not help. I believe that Spirituality can be a great tool but it has its cons too. It helps a lot to have a wise friend. In other words, your fallback. I found that fallback only three years back when I re-connected with an old batchmate of mine. I learnt some great tools in this mental health journey. I will share them in some another blog post. Otherwise this post will become too long. The idea of this post was to remove some stigma around therapy and medication. If anxiety is troubling your day to day life, I suggest see a therapist. A therapist can tell you, if you need medical consultation. Seeking therapy, does not mean you are broken or not strong enough. It just means that you are ready to take help cause dealing alone is difficult. No one gave us those tools to deal and therapy can give us those tools. Till then, relax and try to sleep well. 😊

Some New stuffs to cry on

The idea of starting this blog was to rant. And now is a perfect time to do so. So, let’s do it. The silver lining of this year was me being very less anxious compared to past few years. But fear started making its way into my life after constant sighting of snakes on my floor in hostel. Covid fear was of course there. It was a tough call to be back on campus. My parents were supportive of my decision thankfully. I thought returning back would motivate my supervisor to speed up my thesis correction. He has also undergone a personal crisis this year. So, I assume things were rough for him too. So I came back to campus on 2nd September after spending 25 hours travelling and getting COVID test done. No, it wasnt a train journey. The only silver lining of the trip that made it worth was meeting my two best friends.That long travel was followed by long quarantine of two weeks. And after that it was long spell of cleaning and making my room liveable again. So, Sir finally starts correcting my thesis two weeks ago and a paper revision came last week. I started repeating the work he suggested and working on reviewer response. And all of sudden I get hit by a health issue. My already an year late thesis submission is again on hold now and probably I have to return home, get treated and come back. Home being a small town is devoid of very good treatment options. So i would have to go to state capital. Other option was to call mom here which doesnt seem too feasible due to campus covid restrictions. For now, highlight of everyday is hospital visit. And i am trying to finish as much work as I can before i leave. I am not anxious. But as I am writing this, I feel sadness. But this act of writing is giving me a release. I have to survive a Pandemic, thesis submission and a health crisis.

I guess that is why I got a semi colon tattoo last year. To remind myself that it is just a pause and I ll carry on.

Shoutout to my friends and family for holding my hand.

Rantings…

These days, I always think that it is over, my age of falling in and out of love. I can’t even relate to spoken words poetry on heartbreak. Me and my best friend have given up our rants on our miserable love life. I spent a decade trying to find the one. Somewhere there was lack of trust, somewhere no respect and somewhere another reason and another reason somewhere else. It became a vicious cycle. Ultimately I got depressed so much that i would cry myself to sleep almost every night and often wake up sad. That cycle broke with me trying hard , counselling, doctor, hobbies and what not. In a sentence, there was lot of processing and healing to be done. In this whole process, i learnt to accept myself. But sometimes tears still fall at night and i need to write. Because this is the thing with these emotions. They can’t be buried forever. Whenever they come back floating on the surface of your mind. You have to take time to deal with them and feel them. Those moments are still difficult like they used to be. But there is one mantra to remember “this shall pass like it did in the past. Even if your mind doesn’t believe it right now but it will.” The healing has to be done so carefully that you can not be too bitter and cause your own bitterness to bite you. And if you treat it too sweetly, you did not take your lesson well.

I always ask myself this question “is the longing to find love is gone or am I waiting for love to surprise me while i am paying attention to other things in life”. The second question seems more positive and i have always been an optimistic girl. I have never been more happier in a decade. Never been so accepting of myself and never been this full of gratitude. I know things went wrong but i always tried to stay true and honest. All of us have unique stories but still we relate in some uncanny ways. Probably many from my age are going through same thing. We grew with the idea of DDLJ and seen the world go to hook ups. It is hard to adapt to drastically changing ideas of love, right ?

How my lock-down is going so far?

It’s 25th of March, 2020. The world is fighting the COVID-19 pandemic. A week has passed since I came back home. After that email from dean on last Tuesday (March 17, 2020), I immediately booked ticket for the day after. I just returned from home on 13th evening after a 3 days trip to home for holi. In last 4-5 years, this is the longest time I am gonna spend at one place. Although, I am a student professionally. My life pretty much resembles with that of a working professional. Going to lab is quite similar to going to an office and work. It is just that sometimes I can sneak afternoon naps in my day in my hostel room. March 17th was the last regular working day for many of my co-workers. I was overwhelmed with nostalgia that day. Next day in train was full of a certain fear. I reached home on 19th Morning. I had a comfortable journey and I wasn’t tired. I cleaned myself up immediately and sat with my laptop like I have been doing since a couple of months. Since then, it has been mostly same. My mom doesn’t let me do household work. So, my day almost looks like it used to. However, the commute time from living to work space has reduced drastically. I have made a small workspace in an empty room in the house. Which is a mattress and bed-sheet on the floor. It is cozy, comfortable and distraction-free. Every morning after tea and little snack I come upstairs where I clean and prepare my workspace. I work (lots of writing to be done), chat with friends and nighttime is dedicated to hobbies (which were getting neglected due to work pressure). Mom calls in between for meals. Then I go downstairs at night and sleep beside mom. I know my parents must be glad that I am spending sometime at home. This is also making me ponder that do we really need global shutdown for spending time with our families. Ph.D. students are overworked. Many of my friends have not gone home in last 2-3 years. I manage a one week trip in 7-8 months. Still I haven’t met my sister since 14 months. I miss my regular life in campus but I feel glad that I am at home with my family. I am an outgoing person. I miss jogging in campus. I do some workout from Youtube videos for 10-15 minutes. Teatime with friends have changed to teatime with family. Many of us are not privileged to work from home like me. I think about the workers who earn on day-to-day basis. And I also think about people who can and need work from home but aren’t allowed to do so. I think about war-torn countries where people live in constant lockdown. I hope people who are suffering heal soon. I hope life comes back on track for all of us all over the world. I hope we stop meddling with nature.

What are you doing during lockdown? or How did it go (if you are reading this in future)?

To a new year

New years and birthdays make me sad. For a past-oriented person like me, they are a reminder of a time gone, memories created and people lost. The past year was good if not great. Learned a lot and eliminated many toxic elements in my life. I have more or less come in terms of being an adult although I still decide things on impulse and feelings. This year is crucial and so are the coming few years. Probably it will be the last year of my Ph.D. and career transition is on the cards. So far, I have enjoyed the campus life. Thinking about the next move makes me curious. All the major transitions i.e. from a student to professional, single to married are still pending. Hoping 2019 might unravel a few secrets. but I think 2020 will be more of a life-changer. Because this year, the primary concern is to finish my thesis on time. I am expecting a monotonically busy year full of lots of writing, editing, and submissions. Also, I want to make full use of my time left here in NE. I am in love with this place which doesn’t run like metros and is full of nature. Although I have a professor to supervise my work, I was given enough independence to work according to my will. Probably the best and carefree days of my life will be over soon. But there are still many things left to learn in life and I hope 2019 will teach me some.

On the brink of 30

2 years, 2 months and 5 days are still left to touch that milestone age of 30. By 30, you should have completed your education, get married and have a kid. Well! I have accomplished none. Parents must be losing their sleep about both job and shadi. Dad is retiring in two months. Sister must be waiting to dance for my wedding. And yes I have teen-aged nieces too. And I am still figuring out whether I have that in me to adjust with a man. Not having a biological brother, no close guy friend till school taught me less about boys. I find it hard to fit in and I think they too. I have friends and In last few years , I am sharing an academic space dominated by men. But sharing an academic space is very different than sharing a personal space. This was about the marriage part. Let’s come to the career part. Going to complete 4 years in Ph.D. Progress : Okay.  In world full of scientific breakthroughs, research challenges you. Every weekend is a reminder of another gone week and every conference of where I stand. Job: I still don’t know. Parents hope for a job where I make enough money. What about me? I hope for the same but it should be something that I enjoy. I enjoy teaching. So, academia will work well for me or maybe science communication but fulltime research ? I guess not. About the biology part? Yeah.. i feel the early signs of ageing now. 2 grey strands of hair are a reminder of the same. A fall on slippery floor takes longer to heal now. 

And a very important Question, What makes me happy now? A good work week, An hour spent with small children on weekends, sipping my chai, watering my plants and watching them grow , holding my teddy, sleeping after a hectic day And going home for a vacation.

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