This is Me..!!

I have changed, I have evolved. From a place where it felt like standing in midst of a muddy pool, looking around I saw dirt on myself and on everything around me, it felt this was the only place I knew. I had no idea on what resources I could use to get out of this dirt, clean myself up and where it would lead me next.

The place felt so familiar to leave and go. I started having a few realisations and acknowledging that this wasn’t working for me, I deserved better. I took a chance, and it felt like the biggest leap of my life and the most scariest one. To be honest about what I wanted, how I would like to see myself and to be that person without guilt. Small steps led to bigger ones. And each small step such as even expressing my viewpoint in conversations, felt like a turmoil of emotions in my heart initially.

Am I stupid, am I relevant here, I better say nothing than be wrong, I can upset them. But I took chances. The results from those small steps were bigger than I had envisioned. I started seeing how my opinions were influential in making better decisions for myself and those connected to me. I saw my strong traits roll out, on how good I was at actually figuring things out, how rigorously committed I was to the things I put my heart into, how I was courageous in taking risks and though labelled irrational for this trait in the past, I started seeing and voicing out on how good I actually am. This outer voice turned into my inner voice.

I did not bother about looking arrogant in front of others, this fear of being an extremely nice person by not voicing out did not work for me. I assured myself I was not arrogant in accepting my strengths, and living by it without guilt. Even though it sometimes hurt that the validation I was seeking from others didn’t come by, today I find even more joy on what I think of myself.

Other perspectives and views and welcome, but the most beautiful/enjoyable part today in making a decision is the self-talk I have. Because I know best what I want, I can figure out best what works for me.

One important decision I took for myself and which I strive to work forward, is to let my biggest enemy go off, FEAR. Right or wrong, those concepts which taught me to heave ‘fear’ is something I let go off one by one. Today I strive for feminism and accept atheism, simply because the other sides of these taught me nothing but fear as kid.

Amy

“THE BROKEN PIECES”

I encountered several people in my life asking these questions to self and others in several contexts..!

What to do when people around us are manipulative?

What to do when people around are enablers of manipulators?

What to do when people don’t want to see the truth in any situation.?

What to do when people are disgusting that they twist facts and creates manipulative narratives?

What to do when we are surrounded by people who cling on to toxic relationship and dismisses the healthy relationship?

What to do when a parent or care givers are irresponsible and self-loathing towards the child?

What to do when people blame others for their self-centred needs?

What to do when people depend on us and want to get down in life, but project they are our wellwishers and they care about us?

What to do when people arounds us doesn’t support the growth rather criticize every move we make?

What to do when people around us fake relationship and love towards us?
What to do when people around us makes fake promises to gain trust?

What to do when people around us betrays our trust we kept in?

What to do when we want love and affection from others but they see it as materialistic needs?

What to do when people around us hold on to relationship to gain materialistic needs?

What to do when people around us who are care givers but acts as if we didn’t exist around them?

What to do when people show passive aggression on is in our week moments in life?

What to do when people step back when we need them most?

My answer to above questions is

“Practice Self-Growth and Self-Reliance – Self compassion”

Sometimes Abuse Can Look Like Red Roses and Pretty Smiles.

I don’t know where to begin

As my mind has been going in circles

What came first? The chicken or the egg? 

A circle has no end or beggining 

One is connected to the other

Never a period of pause.

Never a moment of respite. 

There are stories that people write. About broken jaws and tear filled eyes. How they couldn’t leave even when their ribs were broken one piece at a time. They told me they kept waiting to see them change, that they would one day be able to see, the damage they have made. But empathy isn’t a pair of glasses you can get it in the market. It is rare commodity, ever so slim and ephemeral. I tell them about the futility of their trial, that there is never an end to this longing because one cannot long for something that doesn’t exist. The longing is real but the object of longing is nothing more than whispers of smoke. 

Girls ask me where my scars are. Because they want to know, where the source of this big bleeding I keep talking about, comes from. At least the others have their ribs to show. But I, I have nothing but red petals and pearly teeth. What if it isn’t true? What if I am lying to myself? What if I am nothing but an attention seeking whore? The thoughts lash out on me in never ending waves. I shrink underneath a moss covered rock so that I can hide from that shame. The moment of disbelief, the fog of confusion, and the darkness of death – I shrank so hard into something so small that I don’t even recognise myself anymore. How do I tell these girls, yes my pain is real, yes the scars exist, even though they cannot see them. Can I buy them one of those empathy glasses? If only it was that easy. 

Maybe one place to go back to is my body. Not the abstract expanse of skin and bones that I fail to dwell in – always floating two inches above – touching but not touching. No, it is not that I can show. It is those numbers on the blood reports, the seemingly small variations, although they have deadly consequences. Perhaps I can show them my Fitbit – the measure of my marathon even while I sit calm, sipping tea, among safe people and friends. Maybe none of them are going to work because there is not enough proof in the material realm. One cannot gather things from the mental and spirit worlds – the worlds that exist only within the individual – the worlds that become real only when one occupies certain bodies under certain spaces and among certain people. So I am going to give up, trying to explain. Because what cannot be understood cannot be explained. 

But let me put this in the rational terms of the material world so that some wandering ghosts might find solace in it – I was abused, but I kept smiling. Abuse is a small word for the violation my  soul underwent because my spirit got broken. Over and over again. But I will keep that word. Because it helps the worldly people understand it. I was abused, but I kept going back. Here by going back I mean the idea of never believing that there was any other reality outside that one. I was abused, but I was only a child. By child I mean the condition of having a brain that never fully developed while trying to build a relation with a man ten years older to me. I was abused, and I lost my sexuality. Because now I can only jump back in time, occupy the moment of terror, when my body became not mine, when it became nothing more than an object of ravenous, digusting desire, a desire I find hard to separate from the sensual longing of a lover. I was abused, and I lost my inbuilt truth detector. By that I mean my ability to trust myself, evaluate danger where it belongs, and believing in my reality. Now I try to work with a broken one that is no better than a static radio on a rainy day. 

So yeah, I hate people who think sexual abuse is the worst. Because sex is just that. Sex. When the rainbow of your emotions get mixed with a huge dark cloud of disgust, you fail to remember who you are, what you love, and how you live. It is always like a journey of going on a rabbit chase on a foggy evening that blurs your vision while the crickets chirp, making it hard to hear anything. Tell me that isn’t scary. For I cannot understand what can be scarier. Let me get my empathy glasses if you want to challenge that. 

When I lost my functionality, I felt like I lost everything. 

I am that good girl your mother talks about.

The one who wipes the house shiny, pays her bills on time, and grows tiny house plants.

I am that good girl who people accommodate.

The one who takes no space, says sorry a hundred times, and keeps her mouth shut.

I am that good girl nursing my way through.

The one who gives when there is nothing left to give, burns herself to keep shining.

I am that good girl with the perfect A’s.

The one who fears maths exams, cries for a low grade, always aiming for the best report card. 

I am that good girl I want as a friend. 

The one who is agreeable, warm, and compassionate.

I am that good girl with things to prove.

The one who wants to be seen, as a good daughter, a good partner, a helpful friend.

I can’t lie, I enjoyed being that good girl. 

Soaking the warm light of everyone’s admiration, I knew I had it all. 

Until I realised I can’t keep up anymore

Until I realised I am nothing but a mask

Until I realised inside that shell is a clueless creature

Until I realised the creature is everything I don’t want to be.

 

So now I sing with fright and trembling

Waiting for the day to be found out.

I feel all that fear and longing

Waiting for the day I can be seen and loved. 

Because I wasn’t programmed to love myself 

I need your eyes and lips to tell me I am everything and more. 

When the sun starts shining, I will remember 

I am no one’s muse but mine.

Yes, I lost myself a bit, tied to an old weather-waned boat

But now I am ashore and can feel my feet. 

I could walk, if only I didn’t fear the sand so much!

An angry letter against Post-Traumatic Growth

There is so much toxic positivity going around, everywhere I see. 

“Make mistakes and learn from it.”  “Face a failure and grow from it.” 

Why should an unfavorable incident be a source of self improvement? Also, what is this obsession with growth! What if mistakes happen, failures happen, and nothing good ever comes out of them? Does that make life less worth living or does that make the painful experience any less painful? This is just a rubbish way to see things, a stupid defence that tries to distract us from the reality that we are inherently vulnerable and that it is part of being alive. Why should painful experiences serve as launch pads to our successes? It’s almost similar to saying, “You won the nobel prize, now is an opportunity to un-grow a little bit.” Or “You have gained wealth, now is time for you to envision your step by step growth towards abject poverty.” Why should one life experience direct us to an opposite life experience for no sane reason?

The desire to construct a meaningful outcome from a painful event is immensely pressurising. Having experienced trauma doesn’t make you strong just like recovering from a fever doesn’t make you healthy. Survival doesn’t equal strength. It would do a lot of good to all trauma survivors if responders stop saying, “But it is your life experiences that made you resilient and strong. You should  celebrate your strength. See how it has shaped you into the wonderful person you are today”. No, trauma doesn’t make anyone resilient. It is because of one’s resilience that they survive trauma and live to speak about it. Not the other way around. 

And I hate this concept of “post-traumatic growth”.😒. Trauma wasn’t an opportunity for me to grow. Trauma stunted my growth, made me lose parts of myself, and feel stuck in an endless horror. There is no growth post trauma, just a reclamation of healthy growth that should’ve happened in the absence of trauma. Don’t romanticise pain! Also stop victim blaming. Everybody responds to trauma in different ways. Some might bounce back with minimal damages while others might feel stuck for years. It is just based on individual differences and has little to do with being strong or weak, or morally right or wrong. This subliminal cultural messaging that we should become whole, move away from our trauma, one-up the abuser, and gain social, professional, psychological, and financial profits is just an unrealistic expectation. If someone can do it, great. But it shouldn’t be the yard stick to understand trauma recovery or measuring growth. Some painful experiences are just that- nothing good can come out of them and it is not the role of the victim to perform their healing in the most cliched, socially agreed-upon way. First, just the acceptance that bad things happen and nothing good can come out of them is so important to really feel the pain instead of rationalising and building defensive behaviours around them. I propose we do away with post-traumatic growth as an expectation and replace it with post-traumatic discovery. It is a discovery of the lost versions of ourselves, of the roads not taken, and the yearning we still hold. What we do with these discoveries is up to the individual. The idea of growth is so entrenched in modern obsession with productivity. I refuse to accept it as healthy. 

I’ve been internalising this stupid messaging for way too long, and it is time for me to let it go.

Affirmations

Affirmations

I have trouble expressing my rights, worth, or love for myself. It feels like I am lying to the world. I am pulled into a whirlwind of shame. “You are fooling everyone. Of course you are not human. You deserve nothing. It’s only a matter of time before everybody find out.” Sounds so alien to see the thoughts outside my head.

Panic Attacks: What are they and what we can do about them?

A couple of months ago I woke up in the middle of the night unable to breathe. My heart was beating so fast, I could hear it in my ears. I felt a huge wave of heat pass through my body like I was burning myself from the inside out. I thought I was going to die because it was my first real experience of encountering something so utterly terrifying. I couldn’t find a possible explanation for why my body was acting the way it was. The fear of the experience itself was enough to kill me. I later learnt that it was a panic attack. Until then I had no idea what a panic attack felt like. I live with anxiety and I suffer from the usual dose of anxiety attacks. However, nothing prepared me for the harrowing experience I would face because of panic attacks.

      My experience with panic attacks lasted for a couple of months. I have incredible respect and kindness for people who have dealt with panic disorders for years. It wasn’t a day in the park. The whole experience was a lonely one. I say this because panic attack as a term is so common in our popular vocabulary. But when it comes to actually understanding what the experience is about, very few of us actually grasp it. Panic attack is not similar to anxiety attack that hits you when you feel nervous about something. Panic attacks are so intense that your entire system feels as if it is dysregulated. Worse of all, it comes with no warning. There is no point in understanding triggers because panic attacks can happen in normal situations with absolutely no threats around us. This post aims to provide a primer on how to identify panic attacks and what you can do if you are experiencing one.

Common Signs of Panic Attacks:

Rapid Heartbeat Feeling like you can’t breathe (You actually can).

Hot Flashes.

Having a Fight or Freeze response (feeling like you cannot move).

De-realization or Dissociation – Feeling like your surrounding is not real, feeling stuck in your body, feeling like you are trapped inside a bubble. In this state you might feel like reality is foggy and distorted. Your mind feels like it is floating in an unreal world.

Uncontrollable Thoughts – A large number of intrusive, catastrophic thoughts that flood your mind; you seem to be having no control over them.

Avoidant behaviour – While not a sign of panic attack itself, avoidance of certain activities due to fear of having a panic attack in the middle of the activity and the fear of feeling helpless at such a moment, leads to avoiding those activities altogether. For example, I had a panic attack while inside my bathroom. After this incident, I avoided using my bathroom for the fear of being trapped inside while experiencing some life threatening danger.

How to Handle Panic Attacks:

If you think you are having a panic attack try the following methods and figure out what works best for you.

Breathe: This might sound simple, but this is one of the most effective means to bring you back from a panicked state. When we are panicked, it might feel like we cannot breathe. We also might feel like it takes immense effort to breathe. Something that happens by default, without your awareness now feels like it needs all the effort in the world. It is a debilitating feeling to be there. However, bringing back your attention to breathing, and slowly inhaling and exhaling can help in slowing down your racing mind. Belly breathing or diaphragmatic breathing is a simple technique that can help in activating your vagus nerve while allowing your lungs to expand and take in more oxygen. This in turn relaxes your body, putting an end to the fight or flight response. I feel breathing is the most effective method because it can be done anywhere with minimal effort. Whether you are in the middle of a crowded market or on your bed unable to move your limbs, you can always count on breathing to relax yourself.

Ground: Dissociation is one scary aspect of having a panic attack. It is when we stop being present in the reality. Our mind is racing across time and space, trying to grasp solutions for problems that it conjures up over no time. Most of these problems are not relevant or real. To the anxious mind, the difference between actual problem and imagined problem is blurred. A state of dissociation feels like reality is overwhelming and you are disconnected from it. Practicing grounding exercises can bring you back in connection with reality. Instead of being preoccupied with a future, anticipated failure, the mind needs to engage with what is present right now. One of the most popular grounding exercises is the 5-4-3-2-1 technique that engages all your 5 senses. You notice five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell and one thing you can taste. Through all of the above exercises, try to involve your senses as deeply as possible, describing the texture, taste or smell of the objects in detail.

Be Mindful: Mindfulness is meditative. Bringing your attention to any action you are doing, gently observing it with no impulsiveness and just being open to connecting yourself to everything around you feels like you are part of a grander scheme of things. By bringing your full awareness to anything you are doing, you feel part of the present –a living entity sensing, feeling and experiencing life as it is. It might be extremely hard to be slow down and be mindful while you are frantically trying to do something. It might seem frivolous to pay attention to senses you generally won’t mind ignoring. Mindfulness isn’t easy. It is a practice that needs continuous effort. Maybe you will fail in the first few attempts; maybe you might feel more anxious that you aren’t able to be mindful, maybe it feels like it is not helping. Whatever the reason, mindfulness can be hard to practice in a world that is already built on attention economy – we are always distracted by the next big thing and it feels like we are reaching a sensory overload. The trick is to consistently try to bring your full awareness to any activity you are doing. One of the best activities that I like doing is eating a piece of fruit – exploring its textures with my tongue, allowing the juices to slowly fill my mouth and just savouring it for a long time. It is an extremely pleasurable activity that makes me feel ecstatic. Just bringing awareness to the seemingly mundane things helps you slow down, be more present and appreciate the world for what it is.

Exercise: Next to breathing, exercise is the second thing that you can physically engage yourself in while handling panic attacks. Anything that makes your body move, increases your heart rate and makes you feel breathless is a good place to start. After a fast run, you might feel all the classic signs of a panic attack – pounding heart, gasping for breath, sweating and feeling like you are falling apart. Exercise is a good way to spend all the built up stress hormones in our body – instead of panting while at rest, you might as well pant while being physically active.

Channel the energy into creativity: Understanding what happens inside your body while you are experiencing a panic attack provides some useful tools to manage it. It is a fascinating process – when you are panicked, adrenaline rushes through your body, increasing your heart rate, making you breathe rapidly so that increased oxygen can pump through your muscles. It is a state where your senses are heightened, your blood sugar is high and you are full of energy to sprint at the sight of any danger. Ironically, you are more alive and alert than you have ever been – it feels like a superpower, the amount of energy your body can produces. However, you feel like you are dying. That is what fear does to you. Spending this ample energy in activities that need them is a healthy way to spend all the energy.

Challenge avoidant behaviour: The worst side of having a panic disorder is avoiding activities out of fear. Some might go on to develop phobias if the avoidant behaviour is not addressed. When I was having back to back panic attacks, I felt an intense fear of moving anywhere outside my room. Even walking in to the kitchen felt like I might faint in there. I couldn’t even imagine leaving my house. I feared walking outside, having a panic attack, fainting and making an embarrassment out of myself. I was worried about what I would do if I had an episode in public. Will people notice? Would they have to call an ambulance if things go out of hand? What if I die in the middle of the road and get run over by a car? The fearful thoughts were endless. The idea of leaving my house made me anxious which in turn made me more anxious that I cannot do the most basic things. It was a hellish cycle of avoidance and anxiety. The best thing to do at such a situation is to face your fears. Once we expose ourselves to situations that cause us panic, we slowly realise that those situations are not that bad after all. It takes a lot of mental effort and time, but the avoidant behaviour gradually improves only by facing the fears. So if you feel like you are going to die by climbing a flight of stairs, just climb it, feel the panic rushing through your body, sit with it and realise that you didn’t actually die.

Embrace it: While your body is already using up all its energy in preparing itself for an unknown danger, you might feel exhausted and spent. It might feel tiresome to fight against panic attacks. In such a situation, recognising that you are having a panic attack and letting it pass through your body without fighting it is effective enough. When you realise that you are not dying, that you are only feeling uncomfortable, and that that feeling would pass, you just let the panic response be there. Eventually your body uses up all its energy, it gets tired and the panic attack ends. No panic attack is going to last forever. Just living with the discomfort, while doing any activity that your non-panicked self would do is one way to just let it go. The key thing to remember is that a panicked body is still a functional body.