Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Day 19: The Kind Of Day I Would Kill For

If you live with depression, you have to accept that not each day is going to be one with a clear head. You kind of live with at least a little bit of fog being the norm, and that pure, total lucidity is a rare occurrence. Worse are days during a severe depressive episode, or a severe manic one. So it's a little bit of a given that something you're always wanting is a day that you are neither manic, nor depressed, a day where you're just lucid.

But I think as humans, a perfect day is a combination of lots of factors and we are more than our illnesses. Let me tell you about the kind of day I would kill for.

Besides pure lucidity, a day where I slept well the night before and woke up not too early, but not midday. So let's say about 8AM. It'd be a Friday, and one I had off. So I wake up, go through my morning routine, throw on a shirt, jeans and sneakers, then breakfast. In my house we kind of have this tradition of making crumpets in the morning, and I love them so I'd want that already made, some honey, and a decent cup of coffee.

After that, it's time to decide what to do with my day. Truth be told I've become kind of a homebody so I'd hop onto my laptop and I'd open a project. Maybe it's a game I'm working on, or a novel I'm writing, or a piece of music I'm working on, but inspiration would strike and I'd just have that moment of knowing what and how to do in order to progress. So I'd work on that for a couple of hours, really pushing the project forward, then I'd put it down for the day.

Lunch is next, probably a little late considering how much I just got done, but it wouldn't be crazy.

Then it'd be some me time next, just hours to relax. Catch up on something I've really wanted to watch. Maybe just play something interesting, lord knows there's a whole lot of interesting I haven't played in my Steam library.

After that, dinner. I love Chow Mein so probably some of that for dinner. Kung Fu Kitchen's, specifically, I definitely don't get food from there often enough.

More chill time, a good long shower and then into bed.

Nothing special. Just a good little staycation, where I'm 100% lucid. That's all I want. And I hope I get a lot of days like it.

And dear reader, I hope you get all the days you hope to have. Life is hard enough without the weather raining on our parade and our everything going wrong.

Until next time.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Day 13: A Drawing, and The Story Behind It

This is Depression Cat.



I doodled this in my diary, the front of which I use to remember homework and the back of which I sketch in. Depression Cat is kind of a representation of me when the noise is too much. He's dressed up in his suit but there are bags under his eyes and where there would be a background, there's just the noise. The questions and the doubts and the worries and the fears and the self-hatred all talking at once, talking over each other, jumbled and messy and confusing and almost impossible to unpack. Depression Cat just wants the noise to go away. He's trying his best to fake it, like he's doing okay. But he's not. There's just so much noise. If only the noise could stop.

I drew this at the time because I think it was easier than freewriting. If it's me I'm writing about, I sometimes can't get the right words out, but Depression Cat can. I get that look on my face and I know what it means. I have those thoughts and I can relate. Those are my thoughts too. I wanna hug Depression Cat and tell him it's all going to be okay, that he'll get better with money, that he'll find that one person who'll love him forever and that he'll love forever, that his life has meaning, that he's a good person, that he won't die alone, that he'll make something of himself, that existence can be hard but it can also be so good because I know that, I objectively know those things, or at least some of them.

I just wish I could tell myself that.

But maybe I wouldn't hear it, just like Depression Cat can't hear me. Maybe the best we can do is share those problems and relate to one another and going through it together is the only thing we can do to make it easier.

But if I could reach you, Depression Cat, if I could make it better for you, I would. I'm sorry that you feel this way. But you won't always. Maybe one day you'll be Benevolent Cat or Expressive Cat or Visits That One Hip Cafe A Little Too Often Cat.

If nothing else, I hope you know the noise won't always be there. Sometimes, you'll actually hear the cars pass by or the birds singing or the music playing from the lounge, okay, Depression Cat? You'll be okay.

You'll be okay.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

What Steven Universe Means To Me

Steven Universe didn't come into my life at a particularly difficult point. I wasn't looking for a new show to watch, I wasn't in a particularly difficult state of mind, I wasn't in one of the many dark periods of my life. In fact, I hadn't heard much about the show until I saw JelloApocalypse's video. While that entertained me, I was still resistant. The eventual tipping point was when my sister showed me the clip of Garnet singing Stronger Than You, and I made up my mind to give Steven Universe a shot.

Fast forward a couple of months later.

I was sitting in an exam I was underprepared for, supremely stressed for, and sleep deprived for. It was open book, so I had all my notes scattered on the desk in front of me, along with the question paper, but then I had a panic attack. Being who I am and dealing with the problems I deal with, this cascaded and triggered a couple of lingering suicidal thoughts, and it was a blow to my self-esteem that would usually take a long time to recover from. I was on the verge of sobbing in the exam venue and I can't tell you how awful and embarrassing that felt.

But something magical happened. I closed my eyes, still struggling to breath a little, and in my head I started singing Here Comes A Thought.

Here comes a thought that might alarm me
What someone said, and how it harmed me
Something I did that failed to be charming
Things that I said are suddenly swarming
And oh, I'm losing sight
I'm losing touch
All these little things seem to matter so much
That they confuse me
That I might lose me

And things started to be a little more okay. I knew the situation I was in was at the very least partly my fault. I hadn't prepared enough, I didn't sleep enough, I didn't manage my time well enough. The heartache I felt for letting myself down was sincerely unbearable. Nevertheless, I persisted.

Take a moment, remind myself 
To take a moment to find myself
Take a moment to ask myself
If this is how I fall apart

This part of the song never fails to well up a little dread in me. Being asked to be introspective and assess the damage, to take a moment and instead of dissociating like I usually would, to find me in all this mess. To ask myself, if this is this how I fall apart?

But it's not, but it's not, but it's not, but it's not, but it's not
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
I've got nothing, got nothing, got nothing, got nothing to fear
I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.

And it was just a thought, just a thought, just a thought, just a thought
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
We can watch, we can watch, we can watch, we can watch them go by
From here, from here, from here.

This is not how I fall apart. I am not lost in all the chaos, I am right here. I might have done something less than charming, and all these little worries might swarm and try overwhelm me. But I have nothing to fear.

The suicidal thoughts? That's all they are. Just thoughts. And thoughts pass. They might come back, but they pass. They might pass like a kidney stone, but they will pass.

The repetition of the words "It's okay" is what makes this part of the chorus have such a punch. Whenever you're comforting someone else, you have to try convince them that no matter the issue, it's not the end of the world. No matter how large their mistake, it is going to be okay. And in my mind, singing this to myself, and saying this to myself, makes the difference between a long period of dissociation and apathy, and a recovery.

And this little coping mechanism, this tool on my belt for when life does eventually get hard, came from a show about talking space rocks who solve most of their problems in song.

Steven Universe is a show that means the world to me. It has characters I connected with, songs that struck a chord with me, stories that made me laugh and cry, and little details that fill me with glee. My favourite microcosm of the show comes from Season 1 Episode 2, where Steven and his dad are bringing the light canon to the gems. Steven puts on his dad's CD, and while Greg feels sort of like his work wasn't all that great or important, Steven treats his dad's music like it's the most amazing thing in the world. A real and sincere reverence for something Greg has done, which might be small and insignificant to the world at large.

As a creator, you always hope that the things you make end up impacting someone. That someone appreciates what you've done and the time, effort and heart you put into it. No one sees the entirety of the race you ran, most just get to see you when you finish, and to them, all that matters was whether you did well or not. To see sincere appreciation for your every centimeter of ground you traversed, even if the result was mediocre, is a powerful thing.

As an LGBTQ person, being openly bisexual can often feel like a really big and important part of you gets treated as a thing to ignore or hide or dart around. It's not often that you get to see queer people be unashamedly queer and be genuinely unphased by people who would see us undone.

Seeing Garnet be an unashamed fusion in a world where we're told to stop holding our partner's hands in public, in a world where even the slightest representation gets labeled SJW propaganda, where life as a queer person can just be really fucking hard... Seeing Garnet being so happy and unashamed, even as Peridot tells her how she doesn't need to be a fusion in public, or always be a fusion, is everything.

The cast of Steven Universe is predominantly female. While gems don't really have sex, most are female presenting. Their feminine coding and use of she/her/her pronouns imply female gendering. And that's huge. My favourite little detail is how Stevonnie is always referred to as they/them/their.

I've never been much good at describing how or why Steven Universe ended up being so impactful. The show has its shortcomings and trying to explain to people why it's so worth persisting through is genuinely tough. Segments other people find intolerable I still get enjoyment out of.

How do you explain to someone that something is just worth their time? How do you ask someone to take on faith that this silly little kids show is a mature exploration of character and gender? How do you tell someone that this cartoon explores war crimes and the complexity of how even the most beloved and genuine people can still do hurtful and horrible things? How do I say that I cried with Steven when he heard his mom's voice for the first time? How do I explain the way the show tackles someone escaping the cycle of an abusive relationship? Or how one can love a person who never reciprocated that love long after they're gone?

Steven Universe means a lot to me. Steven Universe means a lot. I fell in love with the show and it taught me a bit about how to love myself. It gave me a way to cope with some of my shortcomings, and hammered into me that my mistakes are fleeting and that I should forgive myself when I mess up. It put a couple songs in my heart and I'm always a little more chipper for it.

Steven Universe means a lot to me. And I might have ended up a less functional person had I not watched it. Maybe it won't mean that much to you, but I do hope you get to watch it, and I hope it instills at least some small bit of the warmth it instilled in me.

Monday, May 8, 2017

13 Reasons Why; My thoughts.

First of all, if you're thinking about watching 13 Reasons Why, it's a show that explicitly shows a suicide, two rapes, and physical assault, as well as I think there was also a point where one of the kids experiences domestic abuse. I'm not someone who usually thinks too much of warnings, but as someone who usually isn't fazed by much shown on television, this is one of those rare circumstances I think that a warning for this kind of thing is in place. I do however support the notion that there are few things that should really be censored or not shown, and I can't fault the show for showing these things, I can only praise or criticize the intent behind it and the usage thereof. I also can't really talk about the show without talking about the things contained inside, which means this will be a post talking explicitly about suicide, rape and physical assault. Either way, spoilers will follow, so maybe watch the show first if you don't want some of the bigger elements to be given away. The show isn't easy to watch, this wasn't easy to write, and this serves as a warning to anyone reading this that might need to prepare themselves or avoid content that is triggering.

Trying to speak to the objective qualities of the show is impossible. It demands feeling and emotion, and anything I write is going to speak from my subjective experience. The shows does have a couple things it does do objectively well, and others it fails in. But for the most part, 13 Reasons Why is as much about what happens to the characters as it is about the experience of the individual watching it.

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The ending shook me. As I watched Clay and Tony drive off into the distance in the Mustang, and Clay gives one last smile. After all the awful things that happen, Clay smiles. The tapes have been passed on, he's done what he can. He's said his piece. And maybe, just maybe, things might just get a little better.

But it feels out of place.

13 Reasons Why is heavy, from start to finish. It's a show that never lets up on its oppressive atmosphere. Any moment of levity is undercut by the ever lurking tension. Everything from the sound design, to the lighting, to the cinematography is designed to let you know just how bleak everything is. I think I have to praise just how violent and dreadful 13 Reasons Why has made its setting, which is honestly just another public school. A school that could in fact be your school. Every moment of it feels like something that could happen in the real world, something that can happen to you, or could have happened to you. And to be very honest, it depicts events that do, unsettlingly often, happen in the real world.

A very clever detail you might not notice is in the lighting. The past is bright. It's lit by these warm colours and bathed in a light that makes everything that happens before Hannah eventually commit suicide, seem like there's a small tinge of hope. The present is cold. The colour is drained out of the world. It's bleak.

To be honest, it's hard to watch. I felt like my experience watching the show was mirrored by Clay's listening of the tapes; It just couldn't happen all at once. I had to take breaks in between. I had to turn it off.

There's a beautiful moment where Tony is telling Clay not to listen to the tapes because he wasn't in the right headspace. And I felt the same way. Some of these scenes are genuinely hard to watch. after one big emotional blow, you have to stop for a bit, regain yourself, and come back in again. The show doesn't relent. It's one blow after another to Hannah, who obviously doesn't get a happy ending. I doubt any character really got a happy ending. You don't even know if we get justice for what happens to Hannah and Jessica.

The show just ends, with Clay and Tony driving off, hopeful that things may get better, the only warmth to be found in the picture is the red of the Mustang against a bleak, grey world.

I think I would like to address a criticism about the show, and the most often cited one, that it glorifies or at least romanticizes suicide.13 Reasons Why is not a PSA condemning suicide or a poster on a highschool wall telling you everything will be okay. It's not trying to be, and while I personally don't know if I believe anyone who doesn't already severely need psychological help will attempt to recreate or imitate the events of the show, there are things to remember about 13 Reasons Why. It's not a kids show. Despite the highschool setting and young actors, 13 Reasons Why is a dark, unnerving and graphic. This isn't some boy meets manic pixie dream girl highschool romance. It's about the real darkness in human nature that turns what might seem like a superfluous mistake into a genuine consequential event that leads to the death of a fellow human being. I think when you start, Hannah's suicide is treated as a non-thing. She died, the world moved on without her, everyone has to now deal with the consequences.

For the most part, Hannah's suicide isn't actively condoned or condemned, it just is.

Afterwards, you have to decide whether you agree with Hannah's motivations for doing what she does, and by that I mean leaving the tapes, not committing suicide. You have to ask yourself, if you're going out anyway, if it's okay to put people what Hannah puts people through. Listening to those tapes are genuinely traumatizing. It's akin to psychological torture. But it punishes those who did what they did. Most people get their comeuppance.

I think I have to praise the characters. No one is innocent, but no one is entirely bad. Bryce is a genuine friend and help to Justin, who comes from a broken home with no money. It makes it all the more heartbreaking and unbelievable when you find out what he's on the tapes for. Justin, who is a monumental ass, has a sense of justice. He makes mistakes, but he feels genuine remorse for his part in it all. Zach does a childish and petty thing to Hannah when she rejects him because of a severe to mild case of nice-guy-complex, but the fact remains that Zach is actually one of the nice guys. He's a good big brother. But all of these characters do genuinely bad stuff, with varying degrees. Only Tyler and Marcus come off a little one dimensional, but that's more a flaw with the writing rather than any fault with the performance of their respective actors.

And Clay and Hannah, they are genuinely flawed people. Clay is a compulsive liar, and he's damn good at it. He's stoic, he's awkward, and he just lies. He lies even when it's entirely unnecessary. He's secretive and distrusting. Clay says exactly the wrong thing at exactly the wrong time. But Clay (maybe arguably Zach as well) is one of the only truly innocent people on the tapes.

Hannah can be vindictive and spiteful. She pushes people away, and expects others to understand the hidden intentions in her actions. She can treat Clay especially badly, who does genuinely try to connect with Hannah. She fins amusement in exploiting the awkwardness of others, and often bears this pretentious air of intellectual condescension. None of which justifies any of the things that happen to her, of course, nothing could justify anything that happens to Hannah. But you don't immediately like Hannah. I'd go as far as to say that you're going to get to the end and not really know if you even like Hannah, despite feeling remorse and sympathy for her.

 reasons share discover whys thirteenreasonswhy GIFAnd can I just say, episode 10 can go fuck off. I felt myself getting so angry watching it. Hannah experiences trauma, and it catches up to her during a moment when she and Clay finally connect, causing her to literally repeatedly scream at Clay to "get the fuck out of here", with tears in her eyes, having witnessed exactly what she had just witnessed. Clay, then does exactly this, but Hannah later reveals in the tapes that she didn't want him to leave.

 And I think this is a problem at the heart of the show, for all it's condemnation of ignoring consent, when someone actually listens to someone taking back her consent, and then that someone stops like a rational human being would, the show backtracks with the same mentality of some neurotypical saying "We build up walls to see who cares enough to tear them down". I felt so angry because the entire seen is just condoning ignoring someone explicitly not consenting and I had to stop again.

I understand that this is the logical flaw that Hannah's entire character is based on, and the message is clear, you won't receive help if the way you ask for it is to lash out. But there are hundreds of better ways that scene should have gone down, and I just had to stop fuming for a few moments before I could continue watching.

Another gripe I had with the show was Hannah's narration.

Hannah has a little bit of this aloof, monotonous voice over, and it's meant to indicate how numb she is at this point, where she has decided to end herself, and that she'd punish the people who drove her towards it. This is where it gets a little personal for me, and I'm to try not let my personal experience interfere too much with my thoughts on the show, but I don't think I can write this review competently without bringing them up. I've struggled with depression for years, and I've been where Hannah was. I wrote two suicide letters, or at least, I got halfway through each before the actual act of what I was doing caught up with me, and I managed to pull myself back from the attempt each time, and have since not tried or attempted it again. Things did get better. I did make it out. I got to the other side and I'd like to think I'm a stronger person for it.

But I remember the state I was in.

I remember my hands trembling as I wrote and I remember scream-crying and I remember the gargantuan lump in my throat. I remember being practically unable to breathe. Hannah's voice over, sounding decidedly like a morning radio-host over anyone on the brink of ending themselves, is jarring. At times, it broke my suspension of disbelief, and I think anyone who has ever gotten to that point might experience the same thing.

Otherwise, the rest of my gripes are minor. I think the indie/folk tracks the show use are a little melodramatic, they can take away from a genuinely sad moment and give the show that quirky feel you'd get from your usual boy meets manic pixie dream girl films. The intro sequence also has a little too much quirk for me, it just doesn't mesh very well with the entirely oppressive and bleak atmosphere of the show. Swap out The Social Network or 500 Days Of Summer or It's Kind Of A Funny Story or The Perks Of Being A Wallflower or Easy A for whatever comes after the intro sequence and I doubt anyone would really think it out of place. Some dialogue can be awkward, some lines can be a little cringey, but nothing overly so.

The pacing can be a little slow, but that's more on account of about a two hour film's worth of source material being stretched into twelve hour-long episodes. Nothing deal breaking, but it makes watching the show all it once harder than most other things (like my Jessica Jones binge, and I have absolutely no regrets, Jessica Jones was fucking fantastic).

I do think the overbearing atmosphere works against 13 Reasons Why after a while. There are very few moments of catharsis. And even fewer of levity. An episode that broke the tension and just showed what everyone was like without anything going wrong for once would have been nice. All the hallucination scenes overstay their welcome really quickly, and 13 Reasons Why takes a weird joy in embarrassing Clay, which means as the viewer experiences the story through Clay, you'll be receiving a lot of secondhand embarrassment.

One thing I do like is how little agency Clay has. He is the eleventh person to hold the tapes. He doesn't act, he reacts. Things happen to him, he does make much happen himself. Clay is the lens through which we view, but I think Hannah is really the main character of the story. Clay is the Nick to Hannah's Gatsby.

Overall, 13 Reasons Why is actually a lot more nuanced than it initially seems, it's deep and complex with intensely complex characters. Morality is murky, and it isn't a going to preach anything to you, if anything, the show can be a little nihilistic at times. It's a show that asks you to make up your own mind about it and the themes it contains within. It's hard to watch, it's overbearingly bleak, it's sad and tragic and I definitely don't recommend watching it all at once.

But it's good. It's worth watching at least once, if you have the stomach for it. The show has genuine issues, and I don't even know if I can say I was entertained by any of it, I felt deeply unsettled for most of the experience. But I think that how unsettling it is despite its highschool romance setting speaks to how subversive it really is, and I can almost guarantee you haven't seen anything like it.