I will try my best to describe how it feels to be depressed for so many years, and slowly trying to recover. I refused to take any depression drugs while I was suffering from such a disease. I think I was living my life in denial and refusing to convince myself that I had a problem. I still have a problem, but I am slowly trying to solve it so I can live my life normally. What ever normal means.

My depression was worse from the years 2003 – 2008. I have excluded 2009. Although I seemed a bit crazier last year, but it was not caused by depression most of the time. I was just furious, and I tried at the best of my ability to let it all out.

If you tell me, “Oh, I was depressed too sometimes,” then I will ask you, “How far did it go? How did it affect your life? Did you wake up in the morning at times and say to your self, ‘Why am I still alive?’ Have you slept one night crying for no reason? Have you tried killing yourself enough times that that last pill just didn’t do the job and you wish it did?”

Suddenly, when your mood changes to normal again, you have no clue what happened or what the reason was to begin with.

Cause

When I look back at all this, and the things I remember doing to myself and thinking of the reasons why, then I tell my self, “Thank God I found a better way to live and know what life really means.”

I saw so many wrong things in the world. People did or still do the most bazaar things that make no sense, and it seems that their life is fine. For them, life is great! Or they just think it is.

Moreover, people used to abuse me mentality in their own way. Why? I don’t know. Do they know that they did? Maybe or maybe not. Each person is selfish in his/her own way that they don’t care what they do to others, as long as it does not affect them.

Since I was little, I was very secretive as people kept labeling me. In reality, I just didn’t know how to express my feelings. I didn’t know how to let it out when I needed to, and I was afraid of what people thought of me. All the pain just kept building up inside of me. I didn’t know who I was as a person, and people didn’t know either. I was just moody, naive, too nice, and most of the time very distant. Also, I am known to not like gatherings or seeing people. Why? I will tell you why.

You see, I guess when you grow up having no idea what’s going on around you, and seeing how corrupt everything is, then you would inevitably keep wondering, “Why am I here? What’s the point of me?” Then you meet people that are all happy and cheerful, and their life is wonderful in your eyes, then you ask your self again, “Why not me?”

I tried my best to never be envious or ask God to harm them or anything like that. I don’t think that way, and I really avoid to think that way as much as I can. However, every time I did, I kept it inside of me, and it kept building up more and more. I kept saying why me? Why me?

Time

As time passed, I became gloomy, distant, and disliking everything around me. I tried to express it and just tell people, “No, I don’t like it, who cares.. blah blah.” I heard stories, saw everything wrong around me, and I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I kept telling myself, “That’s it! I had enough!” However, who would hear me? Who would care to know that I had enough?

I was always afraid to express myself, because people were very judgmental. Instead of helping me, they kept judging me and refused to understand me. People refuse to understand what they don’t know. If they don’t now it, then it is odd and unacceptable. People around me kept defining life in an obscure standard way, and I had to accept it and live with it. I didn’t know how or understand why. I just didn’t want to be like them or live that way.

2009

After quitting my job in late 2008, and sitting at home contemplating life for the majority of 2009, I finally realized what I had to do. I reassessed everything about myself. I reassessed everything and everyone around me, and realized the underlying cause of my severe depression. I woke up one day and said, “Fuck it. I don’t care about anyone or anything. I will start by changing myself, and screw everything around me.”

I became heartless, cold, and distant. I wanted to figure out the truth. I wanted to sit down and do nothing. I wanted to wait and see if things will change. Will others realize? Will things change because I changed? Will things get better or worse?

As time passed, things started unraveling. People who were hiding behind their thick skin slowly showed their true colours. They thought that throwing a few words here and there, and stating the most pathetic excuses to hurt me, or hiding the truth and thinking I will never find out, will do anything to affect me.

Recovery

I still care, and I am very moody at times. I still suffer from depressive episodes, but I try really hard to convince myself that I have to keep going. I want to think positive. I have never in my life thought positive. Strange as it may seem, I never knew how or why. Also, when I don’t blog for a day or two, then you have to assume that I am trying really hard to recover, and not show the world that I am weak.

Finally, on this blog, when I write somethings that seems arrogant or unbelievable, you have to excuse me. I just write them because I am trying to convince myself that I am worth something. I was not born to just live life as nothing. There is a reason that I am alive and well, and I have to thank God for that. God didn’t put me on this earth to do nothing. I have to do something, even if it is so tiny and insignificant, but it is something.

You can call it arrogance, chauvinism, or hungry for power. My only reply is, “I am still alive because I have hope in something. I have goals in life, and reason to live. I never did before.”

Angry, Blah Blah, Culture, Depressed, Random Thoughts, They said what?, Whatever!

This morning, I received an email from Brian Heck’s mother that he passed away on December 30, 2009. He was a daily reader and commentor on my blog. He loved Arabs and Islam. I was even wondering yesterday why Brian has not been on my blog for a while. I never knew it was that reason.

I never met Brian, but he was a kind person. He would always communicate with me via my blog and email, and send me custom music that he created just for me to listen to and share with the world.

I am still shocked! I went to his Facebook profile and saw the cause of his death, and I am still shocked of why he did it, but sometimes people with depressive symptoms can’t control their emotions, and evil just overrides their judgements. I just received back an answer form his mother and she said:

Brian was struggling with depression associated with a diagnosis of Bipolar disorder.  Brian did not like taking the medication due to the severe side effects. He became very depressed on Dec. 30th and ended his suffering by jumping off of an overpass.  Brian was diagnosed with this about 4 years ago and has struggled to remain focused.  He felt very deeply the pain and suffering in the world and it was a heavy burden for him. His goal in life was to teach English overseas and help people around the world, but he just could not get over his sadness and hurt for the people of the world. All who knew Brian were very shocked as he was a kind and gentle soul that laughed, helped friends and strangers with any need he could assist with. Do read the messages on his memorial page at www.MeM.com.

His mother sent me a link to his obituary. http://www.mem.com/ContentDisplay.aspx?ID=18319452 I am still in shock!

May he rest in peace.

Updated @ 6:30pm

This is the music he made in early 2008 called Rebellious Arab Girl, but I created the video and posted it in my account. So talented.

Culture, Depressed, Religion

A few weeks ago, I watched the movie “Wedding Crashers.” It was pretty funny I might say, and it was really inspirational. I think I want to do that too once in a while. I just need someone to act out the part along side of me and I am set! But none of that promiscuous stuff!

I don’t know why I brought this up, but I guess it’s funny how people act sometimes, and leads me to think of something that is way out there! I wonder who’s wedding I want to crash first? Hmm!! I will start with small weddings in late April or even May! Right now I am busy, but I got to plan eh?

Anyways, I don’t know why sometimes I say I won’t do something again, but I end up being all nice and let things slide. As I thought about it some more, I think I do such things for a reason, and that reason being to see how far people will go to avoid telling the truth or mentioning anything slightly important.

I know I have been a total pigment of people’s imagination, and a person that people love to forget, but come on! I am still human. It’s nice for you to tell me some important things sometimes. Maybe I will even tell you congratulations. However, the longer you wait to tell me something, or avoid me completely like I am someone who is on the bottom of your list, then don’t expect me to be nice to you ever again, or even talk to you or bother. (I don’t want to really talk to you again, because I don’t know.. it dragged on too long now and I got tired of waiting to see if you will change your mind.) I may even wish you the worst of luck.

But I won’t do that.. I am not mean or envious. I just don’t give a crap about anyone anymore, because no one would do the same for me.

You are lucky I am nice, but I am way too smart and I know everything. It’s my motto in life; “know as many interesting things that you possibly can.” I don’t know though if some people are interesting at all, but sometimes God just tells me to get up in the middle of the night, and find out the truth without anyone’s help!

Depressed, Funny, Idiots, Sleepy Post, They said what?, Whatever!

I apologize for the lack of updates this month. This month has been unbelievably crazy. I just have too many things on my plate, and I just can’t commit to writing every day. Unless someone or something totally pisses me off thbaat I have to rant about, then I will do so immediately without hesitations. Otherwise, I am super duper busy!

Reasons

1. My work is a lot more demanding now, and I have to be there at night sometimes too. Crazy! (Got back home tonight around 9 pm!)

2. My class started yesterday. It’s online, but I have to go checkout the chat room and have online discussions with the instructor and classmates on Tuesday nights! Argh! (I barely made it for 30 min today!)

3. I am getting old, blind and slow! So, if I start typing like thissss or ttthhaaaat.. then you should know that I am totally high on something herbal!

4. If you want to contribute a guest post on my blog and get feedback from other visitors, then don’t hesitate. Email it to me! I will post it! (99% of the time!)

In the meantime, poke around my site people. Go to my archives page and check out old posts. Get to know me better, or read some interesting topic that I have written one day very late at night without thinking. (Those are wild posts!)

If you have any comments regarding my old posts, then I suggest you email it to me.

Finally, if you want to contact me regarding anything but not via email, then add me to the social networks. Facebook, Twitter, etc. All the links on the top right hand side. Message me about anything (questions, to see a link, comment about anything, etc), and I will try to get back to you as soon as I can. Everything is hooked up to my phone, and I try to breath sometimes during the day and reply to everyone. See! I try to be interactive more!

Busy 2010!

Blah Blah, They said what?, Whatever!

My life can’t get any quieter, and I can’t get any happier!

I am very happy right now that I don’t have to deal with anyone anymore. I feel that I finally have more time to focus on myself, which I have not done for many years. When I was younger, in my teens, I didn’t talk to too many people. However, I was focused and I knew exactly what I wanted. There were no distractions that swayed me from my objectives. After all the craziness of the past year, especially the past couple of weeks of discoveries, I finally feel free of people, and I don’t have to deal with them anymore.

I feel that the people I have met so far in life were great, but they taught me to finally be more picky and stop being nice for no reason. My problem was that I wanted people to like me in any way possible, because I never experienced it while I was growing up. Due to the fact that I lived in different countries and different cultures, I never felt that I belonged anywhere or people understood me.

However, I did far too many nice things in order for them to appreciate me. I was a bit naive, and really it is the way I am. I am way too nice, but now, I don’t want to be. I felt cheap and people only liked me because I did something for them. No one really liked me for who I am. Who am I anyways?

I think it took me 29 years to finally understand myself.

Therefore, I am happy. I am still nice, but not too much. I feel focused and know exactly what I want from life. I am more ambitious now, and I don’t feel that I need to convince others or talk to anyone in order for them to back me up with a decision. I feel that I can do it on my own. I learned from my mistakes, and I experienced many things. In the past, I used to always be afraid and naive. I was always too hesitant to make a decision. Now, I don’t think twice, and I don’t care what others think. I pick a path that I am comfortable with, and I stick to it. I make a final decision, and I feel no regrets.

Ah life… what a journey!

Blah Blah, Culture, Happy, Random Thoughts, Whatever!