In the past I’ve written both an essay on the philosophical aspects of what I learnt from OCD and another essay on the practical measures that helped me keep it under control. Now I wanted to convey the little life lessons I learnt from decades of chronic mental pain. Stuff that isn’t directly about the disease, but might help anyone.
Friends have kept me alive. I have rather a lot of them, despite not being that charismatic (or perhaps that’s false modesty and I am charismatic, but if so, it was very hard won). You need friends. Chances are you will not get friends organically unless you are in school or maybe in college. So you must make it happen. That means taking deliberate and systematic action.
Do these things 1. Give yourself chances to meet people. 2. Keep a list of the people you want to know better. 3. Make a list of the friends you do have and keep an eye out that you’re not neglecting any of them.
I know this sounds weird, maybe even creepy. However, we live in a newly atomised world- it was much less atomised even half a lifetime ago. The conventional wisdom hasn’t kept up with the atomisation. A much more active approach to your social life is needed than TV and books would indicate. If that makes you feel a little bit like the talented Mr Ripley so be it. Plot friendship.
You can’t enjoy what you grasp
You can’t really live if you hold your life too dear. So many things I worried about losing through my fears- freedom, dignity, life, reputation- I could not enjoy because I spent so long fearing for them. If you hold onto things too tightly, you lose time with them just as surely as if you had thrown them away.
One morning I felt so bad- trapped and cold. Then I turned on the Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens and I felt completely fine.
We all know this right? “Music can help with depression!” but it’s more than that. Music, poetry, visual art- we to treat these things as “nice”. In reality, these are loadbearing pillars of our soul. You are cross-stitched with little bits of art and science and philosophy. That song lyric you can’t stop thinking about? It’s integrated into you now. Engineers and artists are the two closest things to sorcerers that exist. We don’t take them anywhere seriously enough. Cherish those who give you the materials to build yourself.
I regret every time I’m scoffed at someone singing along to music. I recently took up singing and can’t believe I didn’t do so years ago. Yousician costs 40 dollars a month and takes 10 minutes a day. Maybe my efforts are laughable, but it connects me with strips and veins of myself that would otherwise be inaccessible.
Shameless plug, I just made my first semi-serious attempt at covering a song here: https://soundcloud.com/ursusarctosnothorribilis/futile-devices-coffee-shop-cover it’s very rough and ready, but I’m proud I tried.
Life is better with a crazy ambition
I have a crazy dream. I won’t say “working towards that dream keeps me sane”, but it’s one of the little things that helped a bit. If you asked me what the odds of me pulling it off were I’d say about 1 in 30,000. That it is technically possible and that I want it to happen are about the only two things in its favour. I’m not going to reveal what it is- it’s too embarrassing- just think of some juvenile quest and you’ll be in the right vicinity. I selected it on the basis that even if it fails it will help me achieve a bunch of valuable intermediate goals the way. Consider picking one for yourself. Make sure it’s not dangerous to you or anyone else. If you’re not embarrassed by the thought of sharing it publicly it’s probably not crazy enough. Go wild, I give you permission to be a megalomaniac about this.
Whatever you do to the least sets the standards for everyone else.
My anxieties revolve around the fear that I might do something terrible. As such, I have spent far more time than most people contemplating what it would be like to be one of the most reviled people in society. The conclusion I keep coming back to is that the way we treat the most reviled people- think convicted serial rapists or killers for example- sets the minimum standard for everyone, and that has a trickle up effect on those nearish the bottom. It is in everyone’s interest to set that standard higher, because none of us know what the future holds. It may be true that you will never be in quite such a reviled position, and it may be true that right now you are far from the bottom. However, anyone can fall low enough that the minimum standard will be one of your few safety nets. You could end up like one of the people in Ronson’s book, for example.
Prayer helps even if you don’t believe
I don’t believe in God. I wish I did, but that’s not something I can control. Nonetheless when I become depressed or anxious I often pray. Sometimes I pray for myself, but mostly I pray for some kind of universal redemption or outpouring of mercy. Sometimes I weep while I pray. Sometimes I feel angry, and ask him for answers like Job shouting into the whirlwind. Sometimes I protest like a Karen asking to speak with the manager of the universe, appalled at what the customer service has done to 100 billion humans. Then I reflect that if he is real he has his reasons. I have no idea why, but this process helps me.
I dreamt I saw A portion of God's face Only by his grace Did I not see more Lest I end like the sea Ends a tributary creek Rich in the mystery of darkness Abundant in the revelation of light The fire of his eyes is justice And from that flame rises The incense of mercy And all the heat is love And the cold is love too, Lest we burn away All there is, is love Please.
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