An Open Letter

I’m technically writing this on Christmas day, but it’s my entry for Christmas Eve so I’ll consider it so. I’ve been so stressed and overwhelmed with other problems where I didn’t even notice it’s Christmas, so that’s kinda nice I didn’t have to worry about feeling bad about that this year. I had a lot of things happen, but I don’t exactly want to think or talk about them if I’m being honest – at least not now. At least AoC is over – I don’t have to do something every day at 9 pm for 2 hours.

God, I just hope everything works out. Nothing to CBT today – I just don’t want to think.

I’ve kinda been shutdown for the last few days, any waking moment is crippling anxiety and stress to the point where I can barely move my body. I don’t feel like eating or anything like that. I just kinda wanna sit here and rot.

Situation: I am shutting down

Thoughts: This is it

Feelings: Im tired and giving up

Behavior: I give up

Thoughts: This will pass, and it will seem trivial in a bit.

Feelings: Scared, but a bit more hopeful

Behavior: Unironically I thug this shit out

Man, the problem with becoming nocturnal is I have no energy to do this, I feel like I’m disrespecting myself with this half-assed journaling. I hope I get out of here.

Oh boy, I’ve started to push my bedtime to roughly 3 am, and I try to wake up as late as possible. Hopefully, this is just because I don’t want to interact with family or stuff like that, but this does end up with me surprisingly not having much free time.

I noticed I’m weirdly self-isolating, not seriously but more in the way where I’m not really reaching out to people or texting that much. I am spending a lot of time with online friends, which is definitely fun but it’s an interesting observation for sure. I kinda am in a state where I don’t want to think about the problems in my life right now.

AND I JUST CHECKED MY EMAIL, AND THE OFFER LETTER FROM CS IS GONE. IT TIMED OUT. I’M GOING TO KILL MYSELF!!!!

Situation: CS offer letter timed out, and ECE department hasn’t responded after sending angry email.

Thoughts: I could be catastrophizing thinking the world is over.

Feelings: I’ll just kill myself

Behavior: I break down and shut down or something idk

Thoughts: Worst case I have a quarter where I don’t TA for now. I will survive -10k in the long run, thankfully I’ll be ok.

Feelings: I feel like shit, but not like killing myself

Behavior: Life goes on, and so do I.

God I want my richard siken book to come already. I’ll get through this.

Just finished AoC for today, and am waiting for a friend to join the call at 2:41 am to play some Valorant lol.

Today I again had my only boundary ignored for the 4th time, and I kinda lost it. It was the second time in my life I’ve ever gotten physically angry (I very aggressively threw away things (dog treats) and punched a bottle of Gatorade across the room.) I ended up just walking out of the house, turned my phone on Do Not Disturb and just walked off into the hills. I found a pretty cool hike/spot! I then went to the gym for 2-3 hours before it got nighttime. And now here I am lol. I haven’t gotten that angry in a long time. I couldn’t help but think about how I feel bad for people with anger issues. That must be horrible to have to deal with.

Situation: Mom disrespected boundary again

Thoughts: Nothing ever changes, she intentionally did this stuff due to her lack of empathy

Feelings: Anger, and like I need to leave now

Behavior: I isolate myself from family more, and lead to a very lonely life around breaks even more.

Thoughts: She is an incredibly immature person, and so she needs more patience and support than a normal person.

Feelings: I feel upset, but more upset like a child you raised making a mistake. I understand a bit more why she’s like this, and that I need to give her more chances to learn.

Behavior: I help her, and don’t fully cut off all family.

God I can’t wait till the next quarter starts, or at least when I can go home.

My sister decided it would be a good idea to offer to dogsit for her friend, and so now she is bringing a random dog home. I learned about this the day before she arrives, and Hash does not do well with other dogs. He is afraid of other dogs and ends up getting aggressive because he was attacked before, and so now I’m horribly anxious because I don’t know what will happen if they don’t get along.

Situation: I am incredibly stressed due to a lot of factors, and now my sister purposefully didn’t mention she was bringing another dog and now I have to last second try to figure out what to do.

Thoughts: I have to figure out a solution otherwise the worst possible case will happen

Feelings: Overwhelmed, and I feel a lot of dread

Behavior: I stress like crazy, and it might even self-fulfilling prophecy because Hash will recognize I’m stressed.

Thoughts: Apparently my parents brought Hash to them when I was in Canada, and they fought a little and then got along – hopefully that’s the case. After all, if this goes well that may mean Hash can be friends with other dogs!

Feeling: I am nervous, but also I am optimistic!

Behavior: I don’t stress as much and hopefully get some good experience out of this.

Just get through these few weeks and life will get easy again I promise. You will live no matter what, remember that. Good luck!

Heyo. It’s ya boy again. So I had an issue with the CS and ECE departments, as the ECE department offers TA positions several months before CS. Last second I got an email saying I have an offer letter from the CS department to TA for a CS course that I absolutely LOVE, and that I specially requested. I talked with the professor I agreed to TA for, and he also was on board with me dropping the contract to work for the CS course. I sent an email asking if it was possible to retract the contract, and I made the HUGE mistake of adding this PS at the last second:

PS:

If I can be released from this contract I am more than willing to get you a gift basket – that is how much I love CS190A. Please let me know if there is ANYTHING I can do to make this easier for you!

So if I had thought about this a little bit more, me saying IF makes this bribery. I did not intend for this. In my defense, I assumed that this was a fairly definitive thing, as the department regularly does this. I wanted to mention this as an offer of gratitude for doing this extra work, especially since it was so delayed due to how late I got the offer from CS. I woke up this morning to a strongly worded email talking about how unprofessional and unethical this was, along with how bad it is for them to have to scramble now to do this. I felt, and still feel absolutely horrible for both causing undue work for them and also for the implication of bribery. The person I offered the gift basket to had helped me out earlier this year, and while they were relatively unprofessional and sporadic – I attribute this to them being incredibly busy. I am very thankful for their help, and I assumed that this wouldn’t be as much of a problem as it turned out to be.

I really do feel horrible about this, but on top of it the department person who sent the angry email mentioned “The way you have handled this situation will certainly be a factor as we consider any future employment.” I think it’s obvious why I’m also close to losing it.

The more I think about this entire situation, the more I feel like throwing up. I just want to die, for this problem to go away. I have been consciously trying to not think about it, not to avoid it but because I think I already thought about it enough and processed it, and now all I’m doing is scaring myself and beating myself up excessively.

I think it’s fairly clear to me the consequences of never being able to be wrong growing up because making a mistake where I am at fault makes my mind immediately convinced I need to commit suicide. That doesn’t sound ideal or a good strategy for self-preservation lol.

Situation: I made a mistake, and upset people at the ECE department.

Thoughts: I could think that my life is over, I won’t get any more TA positions, and this will cause so many problems with my entire master’s degree.

Feelings: I feel overwhelmed, like the world is ending, and that I must kill myself.

Behavior: I probably don’t kill myself, but I sure shut down and feel like absolute hell for a while.

Thoughts: I made a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes, and they aren’t the end of the world. I sincerely apologized, and am trying to fix it any way I can – that is all I can reasonably do at this moment, other than learn from this mistake.

Feelings: I still feel upset about this mistake, but also I don’t feel like the world is ending.

Behavior: I take accountability for my actions, and continue living.

In 2 years this will matter virtually nothing. I will live, everything will be ok. I will get through this. I love you, stay strong Suman!

I’m going home tomorrow. I’m pretty afraid of my mental health plummeting. I’m hoping I have enough things to do to keep me from getting horribly depressed.

I want to learn React to write this entire blog thing on my own, so I can add my own functionality and stop paying $12 a month for this service. Also because I’ve told myself I’d learn to write a website or some frontend for the longest time, but never have done it. I also want to try FL studio at least, I love music and try making a couple of things. It’s a shame none of my friends really like some of the genres of music I’ll hopefully end up making. I think S will at least want to hear the music and gas me up regardless, and I’m very thankful for that. It’s a shame it’s going to be the opposite of the music she likes lol. I think I’ll post them on my TikTok at least so it’s somewhere past my local machine’s hard drive. I’m looking forward to those things.

I’m still pretty conflicted about E. I’m in a weird limbo where I don’t think they read this because we’ve gotten fairly distant, but also I think there’s the off chance they still do read this but just don’t mention it for a variety of reasons – all of which I think are stupid. But also, I might just be naive and I really don’t know what I want.

Ever since my birthday time, I have kept a present I got from my old best friend on my desk. It’s a bottle of pills, where each pill contains a small handwritten note she put. She was an incredibly emotionally reserved person and hated anything mushy or sentimental. She still gave me I think the greatest gift I’ve ever received. Every time I open one of the notes, I feel like I’m being hit in the chest in the nicest way – she went so far out of her natural state of being to give me such a thoughtful and kind gift. I feel seen, and I feel loved. I think that’s a universal feeling people want in most cases.

I felt that when S made sure I wasn’t alone on my birthday. And also with how they handled me having an issue with their behavior. I didn’t feel like I did something wrong for bringing it up, which is an incredible feeling – and very opposite of what I expected to happen. I genuinely feel like they care about me as a friend, and that’s something worth more than gold.

Situation: I have things I don’t know the answers to

Thoughts: I need to sit here and think about it nonstop to figure it out.

Feelings: I feel stressed, anxious, and unhappy

Behavior: I end up going in circles, doing nothing productive, and making no positive progress

Thoughts: A lot of these things really don’t matter. They won’t matter in 3 months or a year. I can think about them, but I will be completely fine if I don’t stew on them.

Feelings: I feel less pressured and more at peace.

Behavior: I relax, and I go through life a little less insecure and stressed.

Get some sleep, you’ve got a long day tomorrow. Oh yeah – a friend offered to coach me, so I’m starting powerlifting! With my new PR from yesterday, I am now at 865/1000lbs, and so I’m hoping I can hit that goal within one year! I’m excited, it’s going to be so sweet, and if it’s not, I will at least have enjoyed the journey. Something about Ithaka lol.

Heyo. Maybe being a human is lame as fuck, because you always just bounce from stress to stress. Or maybe living off in a cottage in bumfuck nowhere, you wouldn’t have that problem. I know that the costs of living are instantly apparent, but I never really think about the benefits.

I got temporarily sidetracked because I clicked on a random Discord friend’s name and read through DMS. I last messaged them in 2018, and we apparently used to play several games a ton. I feel weird because I do not know who this person is, but apparently, we played and texted a lot. I wonder if that’s just because I remember nothing then, or if this will be the same in the future. I guess I don’t really remember all of the friends I’ve made in college, but I think I remember the closer ones at least. I saw one of those people today.

Situation: A girl who hits me up to cuddle mentioned how she hates Hash being there, as his breath is bad and he keeps licking.

Thoughts: I don’t know if I can keep Hash outside the room without him freaking out and either going to the bathroom or scratching the door.

Feelings: I feel horribly stressed, and like I can never have anyone come over.

Behavior: I avoid responding to her texts, and probably avoid her as a whole.

Thoughts: This is just another problem that I think will be impossible because I can’t immediately control it. But maybe it’s fine, I can just take him on a long walk before, and then give him his CBD peanut butter and a treat and he’ll probably be fine.

Feelings: Still stressed, but not hopeless.

Behavior: I don’t do any nuclear options.

God, I hate bouncing from one stress to another. This shit doesn’t even matter. Everything will be ok in the end, just please believe that. I think it’s a bit corny to finish every message with some reaffirmation of self-love, so I think I’m going to consciously break that streak so that it means something when I do it. Goodnight me!

Hey me. I went to Six Flags with a friend yesterday and today with two friends. I’m pretty pooped, and all out of adrenaline in my brain. I don’t want to make any hasty decisions since I’m most likely just depressed from the pendulum swinging there, so I’ll keep this one short.

Situation: I felt like I was third wheeling with a friend and their partner

Thoughts: I feel pretty alone, and like I’m tagging along with two people rather than included.

Feelings: I feel upset, and also I feel resentful towards them because I am partially envious of them but also upset that I end up feeling alone.

Behavior: I avoid hanging out with them, and start to hold that envy.

Thoughts: They tried to keep me included, and probably weren’t aware of how I was feeling. This is probably how they normally are, and it’s to be expected.

Feelings: I still would feel upset, but at least maybe in this case they didn’t mean to make me feel this way.

Behavior: Maybe I don’t avoid this as a whole, but rather bring this up next time as something that does make me feel isolated.

Oh well, not like this will be relevant for a while. Time to start the DBT book soon! Love you, talk to you later Suman ♥

Oopsie, I missed a day! Oh well, I realized that to stick to things it’s important to allow for mistakes and slip-ups if you want to stick to things.

I took a bit to just sit here and pet Hash. I don’t know how much time I’ll have with him. I take his health and youth for granted too much I think. I think one of my biggest regrets will be not spending more quality time with him. I wonder if that’s the same for other people too.

I wrote about this a lot in the journaling exercise prior to this post, but I still find myself tainted by this struggle. I don’t really know how to verbalize it, and I don’t know if I should bring it up or even if I would know what to say. It almost feels like the problem shifts around the more I think about it. I don’t know how to pin it down.

I know the symptoms, and they’re things my therapist describes as “the needle swinging too far in the other direction”, but I still feel horribly guilty. I had several different things that reminded me of this person, and for a few windows, I remembered how I felt. I don’t know where it went.

There’s an incredible amount of merit to the phrase “love is killed by anger”. I feel like there’s so much residual anger and it feels like I have nowhere else to put it. I don’t feel comfortable bringing it up, and at least part of that reason is because I don’t even know if it is because of something that I can control. The 5:1 rule tells me to stop, but I don’t even know what I should do or whose fault it is. I wonder if this is because of how prone I am to self-blame, or if it is my fault. I hate when everything stays painted with the same color of self-loathing.

Situation: I followed instructions, and swung the needle like they wanted

Thoughts: I did what they wanted. I think they realized that wasn’t a healthy thing, but it’s kinda late.

Feelings: I feel honestly horrible for multiple reasons. I feel bad because they realized that wasn’t something good, but it’s kinda too late. I feel like maybe we just aren’t compatible as friends because I don’t think it’s healthy for me to have to do things like this.

Behavior: I ruin what used to be a great friendship, or maybe call it when I shouldn’t

Thoughts: I know depression messes with my memory. Maybe I misunderstood another thing or misremembered something. My therapist said that eventually, this will stabilize.

Feelings: I still feel a lot of resentment. There are several things, and it just feels like 5:1 isn’t satisfied anymore.

Behavior: Maybe I just try to put a pause on this until circumstances change? Or maybe I just thug it out in this weird game of limbo until then. I don’t want to be a high-maintenance person, but I have fundamental problems here I think.

It’s getting late for me, but I think I need to do this. Another 10-minute burst of journaling incoming:

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