Dissecting Depression

Also known as: A commercial, part 1

Yesterday I finally set out to clean out some of the plastic bags in my room where it’s been in the same state ever since we moved back to the house. This made my mom slightly happier at the state of my room and my OC tendencies slightly pleased too because there were two less plastic bags in my room.

But this isn’t a Housekeeping post.  While I did clean out some things and I basically organized some books, I found something else entirely interesting too: old journals. Some coming from 1998, if you will believe it. :P I had a grand time flipping through some of them and laughing at how petty some of my concerns were. And how stupid I sounded. Ah, journals, the perfect time machine.

Anyway, I had to laugh at how much I exaggerate things, too. Case in point, sometime in 2001, I wrote this:

This depression thing is very new to me. I’m somewhat always been in the verge of depression, but never truly depressed. That’s why I’m writing on you, maybe I can release my depression so I can function properly again.

And I really don’t want to be depressed. I bet this isn’t even major depression, and I don’t want to be depressed.

Say what, 15 year old me?

Anyway, I highly doubt that was depression anyway, but just good old teenage angst. I can’t believe I used that term so much back then, especially since depression is a serious thing. I haven’t experienced it and I don’t know someone who have experienced it, but I know that it’s something that should not be dismissed. Imagine waking up everyday and facing a black hole that you just don’t want to move. (Of course, I’m writing that line based on a book I read that had a depressed character, not because I had firsthand experience)

I found this really nifty infographic (Sidenote: I am loving infographs lately) about depression, and it has pretty much all the basic info needed about this condition, be it for yourself or someone you know. I guess I should be careful with using that word now — sometimes, these bouts of sadness are really just leftover angst.

Via: Canada Drug Center

2012 Word

Also known as: My word for 2012

2012: Love

Remember how I was looking for a word to use for 2012?

I think I found it.

Soon after I wrote that post, I already felt that I had an idea of the word I will claim as my own for 2012. But of course, I did not want to choose too hastily, and I didn’t want to decide on a word just because I need a word. I want it to be mine, I want it to be a word that calls to me, one that I can claim and will claim me for the next eleven ten months of 2012. I gave myself a deadline: by my 26th birthday, I should have a word, a draft five year plan and a vision board. Talk about plans, yes?

So I had a list of words that I wanted to choose: initiate, grow, explore, awesome, amazing…but I keep on going back to this particular word. To love. It wanted to choose it already to get it over with, but to be perfectly honest, I was scared at what claiming this word entails. This isn’t just love in the romantic sense but love in every possible aspect. It sounds lovely at first, but when I really think about it, I know for sure that it’s not going to be easy. In fact, I believe it will be downright challenging.

But then I think of the rewards. I mean, it’s love. Again, not in the romantic sense, but you know how they say love changes things, love is a miracle, love is all that? I believe that, too. And because I believe that God is love, I also think that choosing love as my word will bring me closer to Him.

Again, I didn’t want to decide. Until Valentine’s Day passed by and I got back from my first SFC ICON and…well, the experiences for that week kind of sealed the deal and made me accept the idea that this word may have possibly claimed me before I finally decided with it.

So yeah: my word for 2012 is LOVE.

Again, it’s not just romantic love, but love in all aspects — love for God, family, friends, colleagues, strangers. Loving my work, doing the things I love, finding out these things I love, going after the things I will love. Loving when it’s easy but especially when it’s hard and inconvenient. Loving the people who love me back and the unlovable. Not being afraid of love, choosing to love, always choosing love above all else. And finally, yes, let’s include romantic love, too.

I have a page in my planner where that arrow in the photo points, and there I wrote (in my messy script) the things I wrote in the previous paragraph and what St. Paul wrote about love in his letter to the Corinthians. I think this pretty much captured the essence of what love is really all about (this chapter also shows how challenging loving can be, but I’ll probably reserve that for another post).

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.  If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Love.

Achieving Weeknights

Also known as: Weeknights are better with friends.

Achieving weeknights

Weeknights are always times when I would rather go home and sleep, where I would rather go to the gym then go home and rest and read and just get ready for the next day, counting the hours until the weekend comes and I get to see them in a proper time.

But there are other times when weeknights become a bit more special, when I break out of routine and my way and meet up with some of the most awesome people I know. Most of them are friends I met from different walks of life who just happened to meet together at one place and end up having dinner together. Friends of friends are a good combination based on experience, and it’s really cool when these people merge and  become good friends like you are with them too (and it’s also cool when they bring their own friends who become a part of the group eventually!). :D

So here’s to weeknights that ACHIEVE. :)