First of all, Happy Friday, and welcome to new friends
elynne,
heathrow,
littlefrogling,
phegan77, and
whitecrow0. Megadrama yesterday... lost two "friends", gained five friends. Life is weird. I always do worry about the people that add me when my LJ's in High Drama Mode... whether they just added me for the excitement and will be tempted to prod me with pointy sticks to get more fireworks... :)
So. Drama. I freakin' hate drama, believe it or not. Was analyzing this with
yendi, and we figured that the reason I get into it like this is that when someone attacks me, I invariably attack back, whether they're worth it or not. I just can't stand being trash-talked (especially in my own damn journal) without stating my rebuttal. And it tends to escalate from there. The other option is to just delete the comments I don't like, so they're not just up there glaring at me waiting for me to give my side, but no - I don't want to delete comments. This is my place, a place for me to be completely honest, and deleting this just because I don't like what they say is intrinsically dishonest.
That brings me to the purpose of my journal. I started my LJ because my friends in Florida missed me and wanted to know what I was up to; not just the "Elayna got her yellow belt!" e-mails, but the regular day-to-day stuff. So I started this LJ and gave them the link. Once I started posting, other things started coming out... the self-examination. Ordering my thoughts in writing works better for me than just shuffling them inside my head. And as time went on and I started to get new LJ friends, I became aware that I had an audience, and started to try also to channel my self-examination into thing that make other people think.
I'm brutally open and honest on here. The reason I am is so my experiences can be used as a guide, both for what to do and for what not to do, and to encourage people to be open with themselves, too. Some of my most successful posts in this vein have been about things like self-injury, or getting my "voice" back. And also, dammit, if I can't be honest with myself, in my journal, what kind of person am I?
I don't hold back and I don't self-censor. And if you know me from a mailing list, you're probably accustomed to only seeing the pretty, socially acceptable parts of me. Well, this isn't a group space like a mailing list - this is my journal. *My* space. And no one has to read it if they don't want to. So if you're only here out of a sense of obligation because you know me from elsewhere, and you're not comfortable with what I talk about - you don't have to read it. You have the perfect freedom to just not read me. But I refuse to self-censor, when the purpose of this journal is to examine myself in full.
That said, I love all of my LJ friends, and I hope you do stick around - I'd like to get to know every one of you as well as you're getting to know me. *Zen hugs* (term copyright
iroshi) to all of you. Have a fabulous Friday!
So. Drama. I freakin' hate drama, believe it or not. Was analyzing this with
That brings me to the purpose of my journal. I started my LJ because my friends in Florida missed me and wanted to know what I was up to; not just the "Elayna got her yellow belt!" e-mails, but the regular day-to-day stuff. So I started this LJ and gave them the link. Once I started posting, other things started coming out... the self-examination. Ordering my thoughts in writing works better for me than just shuffling them inside my head. And as time went on and I started to get new LJ friends, I became aware that I had an audience, and started to try also to channel my self-examination into thing that make other people think.
I'm brutally open and honest on here. The reason I am is so my experiences can be used as a guide, both for what to do and for what not to do, and to encourage people to be open with themselves, too. Some of my most successful posts in this vein have been about things like self-injury, or getting my "voice" back. And also, dammit, if I can't be honest with myself, in my journal, what kind of person am I?
I don't hold back and I don't self-censor. And if you know me from a mailing list, you're probably accustomed to only seeing the pretty, socially acceptable parts of me. Well, this isn't a group space like a mailing list - this is my journal. *My* space. And no one has to read it if they don't want to. So if you're only here out of a sense of obligation because you know me from elsewhere, and you're not comfortable with what I talk about - you don't have to read it. You have the perfect freedom to just not read me. But I refuse to self-censor, when the purpose of this journal is to examine myself in full.
That said, I love all of my LJ friends, and I hope you do stick around - I'd like to get to know every one of you as well as you're getting to know me. *Zen hugs* (term copyright
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1) I finally realized that (for me) while I hate drama and hate the feeling, it does teach me some lessons that I've been unable or unwilling to learn any other way.
2) I think I may also be sensitive to drama. In other words, where I see "drama", other people see... passion? exchange of ideas? discussion and even argument (but "argument" as a not bad thing)?
3) It's also a big boundary thing. When I'm clearer about my boundaries, I have less drama brought into my life. I suck at boundaries, but I'm working on them.
4) (Hate to admit this one, but...) As much as I hate drama, sometimes I need it to "kick start" my ability to take action. Whether it's removing someone that would be better off out of my life anyway (because the drama is associated with other things) or causes me to make positive changes in my life. I tend to be a responder rather than an initiator.
So drama has it's purposes in my life, but I'm working on getting those needs met in other (healthier) ways.
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Did I mention that I'm a Capricorn? **grin**
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Thanks for saying it!
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I am sorry about your drama yesterday. It sounds like certainly no fun.
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Eeek! Ohhhh no, I don't own the copyright on that, and don't spread that I do! ::starts ducking the copyright lawyers::
That phrase is copyright Anne McAffrey and Mercedes Lackey, from The Ship Who Searched.
This is my place, a place for me to be completely honest, and deleting this just because I don't like what they say is intrinsically dishonest.
It's not dishonest. This is your place, a place for YOU. If you invited someone to a party, and they dumped junk on your floor, and left it there...is it dishonest to clean it up and never invite them back? Are you somehow *obligated* by honesty to bitch at them for it, even though you've decided they're not worth your time, and you know they'll just dump more if you say something? How is that dishonesty to clean your own house so you don't have to look at junk?
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ok, so this has been my wish: i want an audience. i want a large audience, i want to say controversial things and get drama in my LJ. i wanna ban some jerk for hurting a friend. i want a flame war over something i've said.
i want the attention. ;)
now that i've voiced that, someday in the future that's *all* i'll get. everything i post will be flamed mercilessly and terribly, and i will have my heart ripped out via my spleen.
that's the price of fame, i guess. ;)
hehe
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Also, and this is coming from me as well, it's hurtful to keep hearing you say that you think the meds alter your mind, that it's something that can be controlled. For me it can't. I know this because it's been tried. I went on meds to get a handle on what was happening with me. I dealt with all the situational issues. I relearned how to react to situations, to not react in what's called an inappropriate manner. (I mean, I certainly am not the cause for all my family's problems, or friends' problems, and people really didn't hate me and want me dead--all that stemmed from growing up depressed and learning to react to the world as a depressed person.) My therapist and I decided that I only needed therapy on a "need-only" basis--if I had an issue come up, to call her and make an appt. or if it was an emergency to talk it out over the phone. I was ecstatic. My shrink and I then decided to start cutting back on my meds. Life was good. My job was better, I was engaged, I had tangible evidence of how much my friends cared. And I started to relapse. There were no external triggers. But I began to become uncontrollably depressed. None of the tools I had learned to use in therapy and in the out-patient program worked. With me, it's biochemical. Like a co-worker who has diabetes, I have to take a pill for my body to be healthy. I call 'em brain vitamins.
There's so much stigma attached to this, and when someone we care about implies that anti-depressants are mood-altering substances, etc. (they aren't psychotropic drugs after all), it really does hurt.
(And yes, I've spoken to her about this, because we've had similar experiences prior to going on the meds and it's actually something we talk about from time to time.)
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I'm not dropping you from my friends list--as I said, most external issues have been dealt with, so I'm really rather stable. And should you decide on therapy, I'll totally be there for you. I do understand the reluctance, etc. The one external factor that hit (today as a matter of fact) was I found out my sis is suicidal again. Not at all saying this to make light of your situation or for comparison, or anything like that, it's just that right now my energy is going there. She was able to discuss it with me today, so that's a good step.