He’s the one they call Dr. Google

So here’s how my evening’s going.

I started reading a Tumblr1 called Lol My Thesis, in which people distill their thesis work into one sentence.

I came across this entry:

personalityA response led me to the Wikipedia page on personality disorders, whereupon I immediately spotted one of the entries on the list and went, “Holy shit, that’s me!”2.

ScullyFacepalm

It’s like med students’ disease, only with the Internet.

On the bright side, if I do have a personality disorder, at least everyone else has one too.

Happy Sunday!

1Probably my first mistake, yes.
2And just for fun, I’m not going to say which one. Although I bet it’s guessable.

The gym bag is half full — now

The gym down the block from where I work has an indoor track, which is handy when it’s 20 degrees out and you have a marathon coming up in…

scared

…less than five months.

So yesterday I left work, walked down to the gym, changed clothes — and realized I’d left my running shoes at home.

Last fall, here’s what would have happened. I would have given up on the workout and changed back into my work clothes, swearing and berating myself all the while, and then spent the rest of the evening under a cloud of disgust at my own incompetence.

What happened yesterday?

For a second I started to do all that. Then I thought, “I wonder if they let people run in socks.”

(Answer 1: apparently. Answer 2: ow.)

Y’all, antidepressants are AMAZING.

The thing is, I’m not any more competent than I was a year ago. I’m not any less likely to screw up or to forget one of the 8 million things I need to keep track of in a day.

What’s different is that now I can think about myself in a way that’s simply not possible when I’m depressed. I can see myself as a worthwhile person who makes mistakes. I can use my mental energy to find solutions instead of wasting it on hating myself. I can see a screw-up as an occasion to get outside of my routine and try something different.

If you can’t do those things, I mean literally can’t do them, it doesn’t mean you’re a failure. I hate all that pull-yourself-up-by-your-emotional-bootstraps, “you’re as happy as you choose to be” shit. Yes, there are ways to work on being happier — IF you have a certain baseline level of functioning. But you might need help to get to that baseline. I do.