I have admittedly spent the last thirty minutes trawling through my creative writing from the past year. Conclusion: what a miserable sod I can be. Why is it that all i seem to write about is love, or a lack of it? It then dawned upon me, why hadn’t i written in so long? The main reason, is that i have found no need to. I have felt rather settled lately, I’d go as far to say jovial even. I also came to another deduction, when you stop drastically over-thinking every single minute detail of every petty situation, everything becomes somewhat clearer. I’m not going to pretend that I am normal, but do i want to be? I still have major issues, mainly regarding food. Not an hour passes when i don’t think about shoving my head down a latrine and vomiting up the contents of my stomach, or skipping a meal because i convince myself that it will somewhat benefit my life in the long run. Realistically, i don’t think those urges will ever leave me, it’s part of who i am. The difference is that i have learnt not to act on such irrational impulses.
As i’ve grown up and learnt more about happiness i have gained insight into the insignificance of food obsession. I have learnt to accept and embrace the person that i am, body included. So what, I don’t have a thigh gap? So what, i have rolls when i sit down? So what, i’m no longer a size 4? I don’t have to be closely monitored by a bunch of unsympathetic health professionals either. I am still loved by those that matter. I still am able to laugh and smile, even more so. I’ve regained my zest for life too. Retrospectively, it’s incredibly selfish to have idolised my physical image so greatly. Since shifting the negative outlook i have gained a myriad of wonderful friends, developed a better and more transparent relationship with my family, am able to function better on a daily basis and have rediscovered my inquisition and adventurous spirit.
I see friends struggling around me with similar issues, i can see into their tormented minds. Spending perhaps hours debating whether to eat a square of chocolate and then despising themselves for a week when they do. I feel sad, forlorn due to this. I wish i was able to enlighten them too about how miserable that life is. I also regret their dependance on medication to feel mildly content. The best decision i made was to live without antidepressants, anti anxiety and any other medication. This is mainly because laughter i share, smiles i flash at a random stranger on a street, that warm contented feeling i get when i get into bed, are from me, they are mine, as opposed to the fluoxetine, duloextine, citalopram, valium concoction that the doctors fed me. And, while i can comprehend the dependance on the drugs, i beg people to give life medication- give it a go before committing to a life of doctors appointments and phone alarms to remind yourself to take the meds.
I realise how pretentious i sound, there is a clear reason why so many people are prescribed these medications- simply because they work. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not condemning the seriousness of mental illness, quite the opposite. I just think that the NHS acts as though medication is the be all and end all, that a pill will mysteriously wipe the slate of life clean. What about dealing with the route of the cause- why do so many people feel suicidal? Struggle to get up every singly day? Starve themselves until they are skeletal? My mum frequently reminds me that when she was growing up, mental illness was far less prevalent. Strange, that in a single generation we’ve seen such a large increase? Is it because thirty years ago people with problems were ignored? Or was it because people were happier? I can’t speak from experience as i wasn’t alive thirty years ago but life did seem somewhat elementary. I think the main reason for that was the lack of technology, no one was constantly bombarded with photoshoped, airbrushed images of malnourished celebrities in ‘Heat’ and ‘Ok’ or able to feed their unhappiness by communicating with a group of likeminded individuals on Tumblr. You still had social ideologies about the ‘perfect’ woman but it appeared far more realistic and much less important.
I therefore urge the younger generation to switch off, even occasionally. Stop living a cyber life and start living a real one. Go on cycle rides without having to pause to pick your instagram filter, eat a meal and don’t even look at the calorie count, spend as much time with people that make you happy, read novels about love, fall in love, go to the seaside; build sandcastles- don’t tweet about it. Don’t judge yourself by how many boys find you attractive but by how many people like you, how much you like yourself and by the amount of good that you can do. Exercise, keep fit but do not make that your obsession. Eat chocolate, it’s scientifically proven to increase your mood. Have sex, if you want to. If you don’t want to, don’t. It’s that simple, you are in control of the decisions you make. Don’t feel pressured to conform to societies expectations. So what if you’ve never kissed someone? That’s great, when you do, you’ll be glad you waited. Don’t fill your body with alcohol that you despise the taste of. If you feel the need to get absolutely intoxicated to enjoy going out- don’t go? Stay at home and watch a film, with a cup of tea. Never lie, steal, cheat or take short cuts- it’ll catch up with you one day, and when that day comes you’ll wish you were able to dissolve into the ground and undo all the bad.
Life is simply too short to live for other people. All of the above is extremely cliche but i feel that simple pleasures are a taboo topic, we forget about the things that really bring about gaiety when we over dramatise things. So, i urge you, right now, or whenever you’re ready, take a step back and just have a look at yourself. Don’t think about twenty years time, don’t even think about tomorrow. Are you happy? If not, why? I guarantee, it’ll be a simple answer, as simple as, i spend too much time on Facebook, you’re stuck in an emotionless relationship, or that you wish you spent more time with your family. There is no time like the present to make alterations. After all, we are all works in progress. Start small. Eventually you’ll reap the rewards. I wish you all the best of luck at life, you do have the power to do anything and be anyone you want to be, just don’t lose yourself along the way.