Author: Just Some Stranger

I was prompted by my therapist to write about my experiences with safety and feeling unsafe. Strong memories, associations, and such. I think it’s a really valuable thing to reflect about. In my life, being around people has been unsafe with few exceptions. I was not abused as a child thankfully. However, I was deprived…

Ever since 2013, I’ve established a practice of keeping notes. It started as a pocket notepad and evolved into using multiple notes apps. I’m up to 4 now. Realistically, I should pare it down to 2. There’s one with a search function and sorting by color and the other is like a web of notes…

I’ve been struggling for basically my whole life with this, and it might just be an ailment that affects us all. For most of the last 6 years, I’ve been indulging in dopamine mode so much that even thinking of trying to switch into discipline mode is rare and uncomfortable. It wasn’t always this way,…

are priceless. I am fortunate to have a friend of 8 years that’s stuck with me through long-distance and many life changes. I’ve had opportunities to spend a week with him twice this year and I had forgotten what it’s like to feel at home with someone. He practices living from a place of love…

Up until 2 weeks ago, I never once believed or thought that. I’ve been in therapy for what amounts to 5 of the last 7 years, and the topic has come up more than once. In all that time it never registered with me; that the belief “I’m not enough” was running every aspect of…

(The modern world, artificial world, etc. refers to social media, news, politics, technology, the entertainment industry, advertisements, everything we come to associate capitalism and greed with these days.) A lot of us are stuck in patterns of defense that come from a mindset of survival and a search for security and peace. The world can…

It’s been a while. When I’m depressed and go in survival mode, no part of me wants to keep up with stuff like this. Everything becomes difficult, draining, and overwhelming and I hardly even remember that I have this blog. It won’t surprise you then, that I am feeling better as of a few days…

It’s weird how different life can feel one day to the next. I’m trying to accept that. I’ve spent so much of my life treating myself like a robot that can just keep its motor going no matter what. Who the fuck did I think I was? So many thought patterns and deeply hidden beliefs…

God it’s rough out here. In a nutshell, it’s as though my younger, traumatized, scared self is taking control of my life again. I can feel the fear and anxiety welling up and it’s not rational whatsoever. I am used to feeling things that come from thoughts. These last 2 weeks it’s just the emotions.…

I don’t know what I want to write but decided that I’ll put something down anyway. I’ve been pretty sick since Friday and it’s quite the bummer. There’s a lot of reasons right now to be with people and do things, yet it’s realistically not all that feasible. It stinks. If I’m struggling in life…

I had a massive anxiety attack through the night last night. The strange thing was I don’t know why or where it came from. It was just the pure emotion. It was intense and awful and when I woke up I was at a loss of what to do or what it could have meant.…

It just feels worse doesn’t it? And being aware of that is hard. I remind myself often that my moods and thoughts about myself or how life is going shift frequently and strongly. If I get a bad night’s sleep (or 2 or 3) then life feels a bit dimmer. It becomes “easier” to think…

I really struggle with it. I can say I’m not at square one, but maybe square 3. A lot of my daily frustrations and worries about my life come from my lack of self-acceptance. If you couldn’t tell, I think and reflect a lot about myself and my journey. Trauma and my years of depression…

Somehow this rings so true within me. It certainly wasn’t something I believed at all for all of my life. But recently it really turned around. Describing it is tough, but I’d say it is both a feeling of personal resilience as well as trust. I can handle whatever comes in my life and I…

I enjoy them immensely. Yet there’s a nagging voice in my head that tells me I’m wasting my time. It’s been an ongoing debate in my head for decades. The time-wasting narrative has been the victor most of the time. Even now I find it hard to argue. But it goes deeper than the activity…