Showing posts with label self acceptance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self acceptance. Show all posts

Monday, May 28, 2018

Good/Bad Days and Self-Care with ADHD

As a person with a couple mental illnesses, one of the things I have to be aware of is that I will have good days and bad days.

The depression-mania spectrum of bipolar disorder interacts with the function scale of my ADHD and executive dysfunction in interesting ways. I can control for some of these factors by managing my routine and medication, but sometimes it's just going to be a bad day. Or a good day that means the next few days are rough. With all that in mind, I have to prepare myself for either kind of day. Or week. Or month.

Today, I'm focusing that preparation on cleaning. I've got a guest coming this weekend, and my apartment is in mid-level disaster mode at the moment. It could certainly be worse, but I'm aiming to impress this particular visitor, so I'm hoping to get it up to untidy, at least. I've started making lists.


On the left is my deep cleaning list. This is the goal, on any good week. When I'm at the point where my apartment needs to be really clean, I'm going to turn to this page and see what's lacking. On the top of the right page is a breakdown of the Laundry item from deep clean. Bottom right is my list for when everything's gone to shit, I haven't seen a good day in a week or two, and I just need to be able to function in my space. 

Today's ADHD self-care is not judging myself for any of these lists. 

The deep clean list is broken down by room (my apartment is very small), and then by task, and then by the steps and pieces of that task. There are a few I probably could have broken down a little further, which is exactly what I did with laundry, but this is a good start. I've made a list that I won't look at and get overwhelmed, though it might seem like a lot to another person. I don't have to remember all of the steps to the process. I don't have to guess whether or not I've got something done. I get to check off extra boxes for every step! (This kind of instant reward helps give my brain that dopamine hit it's looking for.) It's a good list.

The laundry list is also broken down pretty far. Keeping my clothes clean is a constant struggle, and often it's a pretty low priority for me. Most people have the "I don't have clean underwear" line, and I have a similar one, but it's in a different place. I have a washer/dryer in my apartment, and I still don't do laundry near as often as I ought. So this list is, once again, my deep clean list. If I'm trying to get everything done, it all gets gathered, and then sorted, and then washed. And if I get really lucky with the energy and spoons and motivation, it might get put away. These are my sorting categories, and then the priority by which the loads are washed. Then I have where everything goes when I put it away.

The bottom list is for the really bad days. When I'm coming home from work and falling onto my couch and hopefully getting dinner before I'm done with the day. When I just need to be able to function. I need clean bowls because I eat all of my food out of bowls. I need to be able to sit in my spot on the couch. I need my side of the bed to have enough room for me. I need there to not be any food growing things or smelling bad. It doesn't make for a fun space, and sometimes it gets kind of gross, but it gets me through the day. And when I start noticing how gross it is, I know I'm doing better. When I can get up and run the dishwasher, I'm definitely getting better.

But I'm prepared for both kinds of days. And I'm doing that preparation without hating myself. Part of my self-care is also sharing this process. I hope it reaches someone who needs to know they aren't alone. I hope it shows people that sometimes, even the "simplest" task has too many steps to remember properly without help. And you can still be okay, even on the bad days.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

I Am Nice?

Something I’ve noticed lately:

When people talk about me, one of the things I hear most often is that I am nice. Consistently, this is what I hear over and over, even when I think I have not been my best self to someone or when I simply don’t think I’ve treated them with more than casual respect. Even my friends from high school, when I know I was at my toughest point, in the midst of a depressive episode for a long time, remember that I was kind to them. My college friends know and remember me to be considerate and caring. People tell me that I am bright-eyed with wonder and that I am kind.

I can live with this legacy. If this is what people know of me, especially when I do not always know it of myself, I am proud.

#worldmentalhealthday

10/10/2017

Hey y’all I basically haven’t stopped talking about my mental health for the past several months and honestly? I don’t plan to any time soon. I have ADHD, bipolar disorder, and lots of fun anxiety stemming from both of those things. I’m medicated and in therapy and so damn grateful.


Remember:

You don’t have to fight alone.

Treatment is about your version of success, no anyone else’s.
Things can be easier. Maybe not all the way better, but easier.
Other people feel this too.

Fight the stigma. Speak out. Do your best for yourself and the people around you.

Forgive Me For My Struggle

This is an update for my earlier post about the struggle of realizing mental illness but not being able to solve the issue right away.

There is another part of this that I realized as I talked through it later. I have to forgive myself for the struggle. Hell, I have to thank myself for the struggle. Yes, this is the hard part, but the time before I recognized the issue was hard too. It was hard and I was doing it alone and I could have kept doing it for a long time.

I'm not sure if it's something anyone else needs to hear, but it was something I needed to say to myself:

Not being able to solve the problem immediately isn't a flaw in me. It's part of the process. These things are hard and they're allowed to be hard. It sucks! And it's allowed to suck. I can acknowledge that without blaming myself for the feeling. I can live and work in this place where it's hard and I can get to the other side.

A Person With a Body

Twice in the past couple weeks I have looked at pictures of myself, from a time I can remember being incredibly self-conscious. Self-doubting. Self-deprecating. I look at those pictures and all I see is a person with a body. That person is cute! They fit in with the people around them. There's nothing horribly wrong with them or how they stand or how they look. But I remember the shame and the doubt.

I think I can learn something from this. I feel the shame and the doubt now some days. Fewer days than I used to, but some. But if I can look back at myself and see that no matter how I felt, I looked good. I looked happy and average and young. If I can do that, maybe I can do that now. Maybe I can realize now that there's nothing wrong with how I look. Maybe I can realize now, instead of 5 or 10 years from now that the shame I feel isn't real. It doesn't have to be. Some days will still be bad, but maybe some days I can remember 13 or 15 year old me and go "it was okay then, no matter what you believed. It is okay now too"

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

It Doesn't Serve Me

I'm finding myself enamored with the phrase "it doesn't serve me" when trying to make good decisions, set boundaries, or treat myself well. It makes it so that things are not a question of good or bad, healthy or detrimental, right or wrong... all of which can be difficult to quantify or convince myself of.

But does something serve me? Does it improve my life? Is it useful for me?

  • Ex: I could spend a lot of time berating myself for a small mistake, but does that serve me? No. It won't change the decision, it won't help me learn from the mistake. It will only serve to make me upset, to hurt me, and to make me freeze in my growth.
  • Ex: I am angry with Person A for doing [this thing], but that thing happened 6 years ago, and we haven't spoken since. I will never gain further closure on this subject. Does it serve me to hold onto or ruminate over that anger? No. It takes my time and energy and makes me relive the pain of whatever happened. I don't have to forgive them, but I don't have to give them any more than I already have.

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Love Me

Some days, it makes me sad how consistently I am surprised that people love me and want me around. I am surprised when people show that I am welcome in their lives and families. I don't know when this happened. I don't know what made me doubt that people could and do like and love me. Some days, I'm sad.

But I also recognize that this means that I have a chance to appreciate every moment that proves me wrong. I deeply appreciate moments of welcome and casual intimacy. I may need more reassurance, and I may hold myself back at times because of doubt, but in the moment the words are spoken or the action taken, I believe. I believe and I am joyful.

So to everyone who has worked to take that doubt away, to everyone who has welcomed me into their lives, their families, their homes, their hearts- thank you. Thank you for the reassurance. Thank you for every outstretched hand and shared meal. Sometimes I can't express what it means to me.