A very personal post

I finally feel comfortable discussing this special topic on my blog. I am sorry I have been a little inconsistent with posting. From here on out, I will try to post a full blog post once a week and a few shorter pieces throughout the week. Anyway, I want to share my experience with mental illness. 

At the wonderful yet naive age of 17, I had extremely low self-esteem. My weight depressed me. I felt like I did not have any real friends. I felt nervous about college. These are all extremely common themes that run through girls in high school. On February 8th, I had the brilliant idea to cut myself. Will the release of blood relieve the internal pain? Will this physical act justify all the pain I suffer in my head? Soon after making a few pathetic, and I really mean pathetic, cuts, I instantly knew this was not the answer. Self inflicting pain may have appealed to me, because other people who suffered from depression did it. Unfortunately, Tumblr had, still has, a large community of people who romanticize cutting. I wanted to feel connected to others like me through this action, but it did not feel good. I felt dirty. I was ashamed that I thought this was the answer. 

A month or two passes. There was this event run through my high school’s brother school that put parents and students in groups to discuss depression and anxiety. I rose my hand to share my story. I admitted to a group of random people that I cut myself recently. Looking back, I was really brave. I know people might have thought I was doing it for attention. Fun fact, yeah I was. There’s nothing wrong for people asking for some attention regarding the need for help! After our discussion, I had a few people approach me. Truthfully, I do not have a vivid memory of this due to my hysterics during it. A teacher in our group contacted my mom, which made me embarrassed. I was already embarrassed that I did something so stupid and meaningless, now I have to tell my mom. At the time, I was meeting the school counselor to talk through some of these things. It was not fulfilling. It was not a reflection of her, but rather her technique did not match my healing process. That is okay! Back to my mom, she asked me if I wanted to see a therapist. What choice did I really have?

My first therapy session. I enter a small office space on the 17th floor of a medical building in the middle of Center City. (Philadelphia, of course!) Her office window looks out to skyscrapers, making therapy almost an aesthetic experience for me. My mom came to the session on her lunch break. “See you next week.” I showed up next week. I opened up to the healing process. Learning to talk about things with someone who has no connections to the people you know in your life felt relieving. I could tell my therapist anything. I stopped going to the school counselor, because I no longer needed that. I had my sacred place with a window looking out at all the possibilities. I understood that the healing process was not a quick fix. I broke down almost every week, pretty much like clockwork. Thank God for therapy during my senior year of high school. I did not get into the colleges I dreamed of or got the SAT score I needed. However, therapy allowed me to see the positives in my situation. My therapist watched me get into Temple University with the desire to write. She emphasized how college will introduce me to new people and opportunities that will shape me into my true self. 

I learned that my anxiety about making friends and desiring to fit into some sort of community followed me to college. Commuting to school made it hard for me to make friends. I would make myself so depressed over something so trivial as going out. Looking back, it was a ridiculous worry. But, I felt like I was missing out on an experience I deserved to have. In my therapy sessions, I would focus on what was wrong instead of what was right. It took a lot of discussions with my therapist on the positives going on in my life. Once I said “Yeah, look around at all the good things happening. You are going to school to study film and you love all your classes.” I felt like my recovery process was at a stand still. I was only getting so far with my talk therapy. The questioned I dreaded the most came up. “Do you want to try medication?” My therapist compared anxiety and depression to diabetes, which is a great analogy. Some people are born with these things, but other develop them over time. But, you would never tell someone who needed insulin that it was not going to work or they didn’t need it. You only have control over yourself, and what you need for your recovery is your business. After some thought, I said why not. I’m going to try medication. I went to the appointment with the psychiatrist who prescribed me Lexapro. I was on 10 milligrams for about a month, then got bumped up to 20. I felt like it was working. My mood was improving. I no longer spent my time focusing on my emotional turmoil and took steps towards personal growth.

Junior year was a downward spiral that stunted all of my efforts for the past three years. I had the brilliant idea that I needed to move out of my house to live on campus. I fought my parents on this discussion. “Mom, you have no idea how much I miss! I’m going to pay for it anyway. Why do you care?” She was looking out for me, and I resisted. I moved into a crappy off-campus apartment. My roommates were awful. I spent a lot of time with friends. Do not get me wrong, school still was first. I still went to my classes and did my homework. I wish I put some more effort into my studies at the time, but you live and you learn. By February/March, I moved back to my parents’ house. If someone told me that the apartment I lived in was cursed or something, I believe it. Haha. Anyway, I was not consistent with taking my medication during my time living alone. So, when I got home and started taking Lexapro regularly, something weird happened. The medication had a slow effect in the opposite direction of recovery. 

I started talking about disappearing. Let’s be clear, I was not suicidal in the stereotypical sense. I would say in therapy that I wish I could just disappear and it wouldn’t matter, because no one really cared anyway. Telling myself this negative sentence over and over pushed me over the edge. At work, which is the most embarrassing place to have this, I had full blown anxiety attack. I went up to my friend telling her “You hate me. You always hated me. Stop pretending.” I cried on the back of the host stand whaling that I just wanted to die. My parents were called, of course. They could not keep a hysterical hostess greeting customers, so I was sent home and did not go back to work for a couple days. I called my therapist right away about what happened. After the wave of panic came the wave of embarrassment. Realizing how ridiculous I seemed, I felt even worse. Where am I going to go now?

My therapist said “Maybe, we need to change your medication.” A lot of times, being on antidepressants is a trial and error process. You can plateau on a medication and then develop the reversed effects like I did. So, then I started Cymbalta. I started to feel really good. Senior year commenced, and I worried less about all those stupid social pressures. I went to school, hung out with my friends who I’ve known since I was a child, and worked. I decided soon into senior year that I wanted to do the study away program in LA over the summer. Finally, I felt some positive growth towards my mental illness. I began to put my needs over the needs of others. I practiced working on self control. The future was bright. 

Sure, the move to Los Angeles was riddled with anxiety. Instead of falling into my old habits of negative thinking, I started thinking more positively about my choices. I finally understand what is best for me and my future. I have had a lot of setbacks during the last 8 months that effected my mental health, but my strength to do better and get better refuses to let me stay down for long.

I wanted to share my story with others, because often times, we feel invalidated for our mental illness due to all the people who have it worse than you. I am so exhausted of people undermining mental illness. A lot of times, depression and anxiety are genetic. You cannot control your genes! The only thing you have control over is yourself–especially your actions. Do you think that I do not feel more depressed and anxious because I know people have it worse than me but I still have all this negativity racing through my brain? Of course! Again, I do not have control over others, just myself. I have a chemical imbalance in my brain that causes me to worry to the point of obsession then get sad enough to feel numb. I am no longer ashamed of my problems, and I work every single day to recover. I accept myself, and that is all that matters. My road to full recovery maybe never end, but that is okay. I love that I am a sensitive being! I have to just learn how to channel my anxiety into my writing or work for personal success. Honestly, I have cried a lot trying to write this blog. My tears come from a place of happiness and acceptance. I just hope people reading this can recognize in themselves how they treat others. Instead of being skeptical of your friends suffering, just be gentle. Let me be clear, your friends who suffer from anxiety and depression almost never want to talk about it. Lots of my friends and acquaintances always say “You can talk to me about what you are going through! I’m here!” I know it is so ironic I’m here posting on the internet my feelings, I feel  as though me talking to people who have not been in my circle for years is just unnecessary. My closest friends know who they are, because I cry on their shoulders a lot. Anyway, when people who suffer from anxiety, depression, etc. do have the courage to open up to you, just listen. Most people with mental illness just want to be heard and validated. 

Hi, my name is Sabrina, and I have general anxiety disorder and major depression. My illness does not define me. I work everyday to improve my mental health. 

If anyone wants to reach out to me about their mental health and want some guidance towards recovery, my email/dms/every way you can connect are always opened. Just be patient with my response. Okay, I am finished with rambling about myself. 

Enjoy a list of tv shows/movies that do a great job capturing mental illness!

BoJack Horseman (I know you are all SHOCKED by this) “Stupid piece of shit” is the best episode that shows what it is like to have a mental illness. 

Maniac- the limited series on Netflix with Jonah Hill and Emma Stone.

Inside Out

Good Will Hunting

Forrest Gump

Girl, Interrupted

Parks and Recreation- specifically the one where Ben makes the claymation

Thanks again for reading! Love all of you guys!

 

How I struggled with being overweight and how I plan on tackling my self-image in 2019

Welcome back! We made it through 2018. This year, for me, has been a rollercoaster. I moved to LA, graduated college, and signed a lease for my very own studio apartment! Sure, I struggled, especially when I totaled my first car and fell into a pit of depression. BUT! Here I am! Thriving and manifesting!

Since it’s about that time of year to make resolutions, I thought it be a great idea for me to share some of my goals for this upcoming year. This is a great time of year for people to take control of their fitness and health. Summer will creep up soon, and everyone wants to look good!

Most of my life, I have been overweight. My earliest memories the pediatrician’s office consist of the doctor’s telling me I am not like other girls. One doctor so lovingly put it, “Some girls can eat 10 brownies and not gain a pound, while others look at a brownie and gain 10 pounds.” Doctors should really not talk to young girls this way, because it pits us against each other while feeding into the unrealistic standards of beauty. Of course, growing up chubby was not easy. All my friends were skinny and got a lot of attention as they went through puberty to become beautiful women. I was always tall, heavy, and awkward. I truly hated my friends for the longest time due to their looks and all the attention they got when I was young. Now, of course I’ve come to my senses and realized hating skinny people will not make me lose weight or be healthy. I struggled throughout high school as well. Since I went to an all girls Catholic high school, I struggled with body positivity because I was always comparing myself to others. “Why can’t I be as skinny as her?” “I wish I had a thigh gap.” “This jumper makes me look so much bigger than I already am.” I lost a couple pounds my senior year of high school, which made me feel great! Girls at school could tell I was someone toned when my thighs would slip out from my jumper. I started running at the time, but quickly made an excuse to give it up.

On top of that, advertisements for women’s health and beauty only highlights skinny, toned women. Thankfully, I had a Tumblr during high school that opened my eyes to the double standard for women’s health. Say what you want about Tumblr, but I think I would have been much more depressed and suicidal if I wasn’t on Tumblr as a high schooler. It felt good to know there were other girls out there that looked like me and struggled to find real representation for their bodies.

College was rough. So fearful of gaining the Freshman 15, I started incorporating a gym routine my first semester. I would go to class with a gym bag. On my big break, I would work out and shower before my next class. I grooved with this schedule a lot, until I had to go for my annual doctor’s visit. My bloodwork showed my thyroid levels were messed up. This destroyed all my momentum to continue taking care of myself. I felt defeated that my body was chemically inclined to not want to lose weight. However, through a few follow up appointments, the doctors concluded I didn’t have a thyroid issue. It must have been a virus or something temporary. I didn’t care about that, because I didn’t think my health really mattered. I went through college eating crap and barely taking control of myself. It did not help that I worked at a sports bar where I would eat greasy food late at night. I gave up any idea that I have control of my weight.

Moving to LA forced me to have control over what I put into my body. I started to cook for myself. For the first time, I felt good about the food I was eating. Learning about the control I have over my food in this way really helped me see my body for what it really is. I am not fat. I have fat. The fat can go away if I put in work. I came home to visit my family and friends in August to find out I lost 20 pounds over the summer! I was not working out or really trying to lose weight. Taking that step to cook for myself really opened my eyes to how much control I really have over myself. Now, I started working out more. My body feels like it is growing strong.

I gave up the idea a long time ago that I would be a size 2/Victoria’s Secret model skinny. I am sooooooooo happy that pop culture promotes “thick” women. Sure, the representation might not be the best yet, but women are working together to ensure everyone feels represented.

There is one thing that will sound bitchy, but I need to address it for my sanity. If you are skinny/have low body fat and you know it, stop complaining to your heavy friends. It makes us feel like shit, even if you don’t intend that. Your words deflect onto our self-image. Instead of saying “I look fat,” say “I feel bloated today” or “I do not like how these clothes fit me.” You will never understand how painful it is to hear someone who fits the standard complain about their weight when you know that your BMI is on the obese scale. Yes, our society teaches EVERYONE to hate the way they look, but stop talking like this because it’s feeding into it. Change how you discuss your weight with people who do not have the same body shape as you.

2109. What are my goals? I plan on working out 4-6 days a week, depending on my work schedule. I know people might be wondering what I do in the gym. Well, I go for an hour. I start my workout by run/walking on the treadmill for 15 minutes. I walk at 4 mph with a 3.0 incline for the first 5 minutes. Then, I run at 5 mph at 1.0-1.5 incline for 4-5. Back to walking like before. I am working towards running the entire 15 minutes, but I need to pace myself. After the treadmill, I do some weight lifting with the machines at the gym. I rotate between arms/back, legs, and abs. I like to do 4 sets of 15 reps on each machine. This has really helped me enjoy the gym, because I can feel my body gaining muscle. I have fallen in love wit the feeling of building muscle. After weights, I do another 20-30 minutes of cardio either on a bike or elliptical. I will sometimes split that time and do 15 minutes on different cardio machines. Once my workout is done, I sit on a massage chair for 5 minutes. Finding a relaxing activity after an intense workout really helps motivate you to finish your workout and center yourself for the rest of the day.

Since I am learning to love my body through this change, I want to be able to take more pictures of myself. It is sad I missed out on some many photo opportunities because I looked fat. I want to be happy with my looks, and taking/posting pictures is a great way for me to stay motivated throughout this weight loss journey.

Here are my resolutions for the new year!

  1. work out 4-6 (like I mentioned)
  2. Write everyday
  3. Watch all the movies that I keep saying I will watch or just sit in my Netflix Queue
  4. Make enough money to start really saving and investing for the future
  5. Continue working on self-control and letting go of the idea that I have control over situations and others that I may be involved with.

Thank you for taking the time to read this! Feel free to share with me some of your goals. I am taking film suggestions for the new year!

Love,

Sabrina

 

 

Happy Holiday’s from Sabrina Shits!

Hey, everyone! Sabrina here to bring you another “shit” blog post. I feel terrible that I allowed myself to take a week off, but I’m back to talk about the obvious, Christmas. Well, the Holidays, but mostly Christmas. Sorry everyone who doesn’t celebrate :/

This past Thanksgiving, I spent the holiday by myself 2,000 miles away from my family in Philadelphia. During that long weekend, I thought about writing a blog post on how to cope with spending the holidays alone. I worked for four years at a sports bar where I worked almost every holiday, even Christmas. This recent Thanksgiving was really relaxing, because I had no obligations. There is a relieving feeling when you have no plans or stress while everyone around you scrounges to make sure everything is in order. 

Juxtaposing my Thanksgiving alone to my first Christmas back in Philadelphia has been interesting. I went from not having to talk or see anyone to running around like a chicken without a head trying to say hello to everyone. Trying to schedule out all the people I want to see with all the family obligations I have can be a challenge, but I’m working on seeing everyone I care about. 

Of course, I have to prepare my script for what I have to say when people ask me about LA. “I work as a background actor for tv shows through central casting, which is a way I get to be on a production set. I also work at a catering hall on the weekends as another income. Plus, I am writing a new short with my buddy Paul!” [Once Paul and I are COMPLETELY finished with the script, I will give you guys more details into our writing process and stuff. For now, all I want to say it’s going to be a short spy film.] It refreshing to hear people from home tell me that they are happy for me to be on my path, because I often fall for self-doubt that keeps me from unleashing my creativity. Disclaimer, I hate talking about myself, so catch me asking you about every person in your family before I tell you about Central Casting. Although it does become repetitive repeating how you are through small talk, I find it comforting that people this time of year try to put their egos aside to care about one another. THAT IS THE REAL THEME FOR CHRISTMAS! As much as I want this Christmas to be like the rest of my Christmases prior, I know there has been a shift from the move. My family and friends do this really funny thing where they explain something that I already knew but they assume I forgot. It’s mostly small, trivial details, but I think it’s cute and funny. Reminder to self: Be present this holiday season. 

So, what do I like to do over the holidays whether I am alone or among my loved ones or working?

  1. Watch my favorite tv show’s Christmas specials

 I love Bojack Horseman! I know my readers would like me to stop talking about Bojack. No. aha. Sorry. If you are a Bojack fan, check out the Bojack Christmas special which is an episode of Horsin’ Around! I’m a very big fan of Bob’s Burgers as well, and they have a ton of good Christmas episodes. My favorite is “Father of the Bob.” Other tv shows with awesome Christmas specials are That 70s Show, The Sopranos, and It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. 

2) Have some relaxing me time. 

That’s right, go sit in warm bath for an hour. When the girl at Lush asks you who your gift box of bath bombs are for, say yourself! I found taking the time to relax on Thanksgiving to be really helpful to ease the anxiety I felt from missing out on the holiday. How I like to relax is to sit in a warm bathtub, put on a facemask, and go to bed early! 

3) Take a moment to think about all the positives in my life even if I feel extremely negative. It is easy for people, especially me, to focus on what is wrong opposed to what is right. The Holidays really draw that emotion in for me. Maybe, it’s from all the spending to the bombardment of advertisements and social media posts. It is way too easy to be negative at the holiday when so much of our world suffers. Always take the time to be happy that you are alive in this time and have the fortune to be your situation. If your situation is rough, take the time to think of ways to get out of the situation and be thankful there is a way out. 

Happy Holidays, loves! As a way I would like to get to know my readers a little more, I want you guys to send me a picture of your first ornament! I think they are absolutely adorable, and I will post a picture of mine on instagram! 

Love,

Sabrina

P.S.- If any of my readers feel extremely depressed or anxious this holiday, send me a message and we can talk! 

Understanding My Astrology Signs

Today, I am going to talk about my love for astrology that will lead into a description of my sun, rising, and moon sign. It has definitely become a trend to be into astrology due to meme culture, which is a good thing! Finding a way to relate to world at large, using Astrology or not, does not harm and ultimately makes you feel like a good person.

Ever since I was little, I had a deep appreciation for space. I loved to study the planets. My mom would take me to the library, and I would borrow all the VHS tapes about the planets. Space may be the most beautiful thing ever, in my opinion. I loved the idea of having a constellation that helped define basic characteristics about myself. It’s just so cool. I love to learn what signs people are, even if I’m just talking to them in the coffee shop line lol. I don’t know, I’m just OBSESSED.

My birthday is October 7th, which makes me a Libra! Libras are the best. Don’t believe me? Look up famous Libras. Libras are the only sign in the entire zodiac sign not ruled by an animal. The whole deal with Libras is they are all about fairness. They thrive in environments that are equal with lots of communication. Ironically, Libras are known to be anti-confrontational due to ruining the harmony in the relationships. When Libras do let out their confrontational side, it can be ugly. Libras are all about beauty, so for them getting ugly is not their forte. Libra equals balance.

Anyway, my cousin told me about having a rising sign in ADDITION to my sun sign. She described the rising sign as how you appear to the world. Of course, I had to find out what mine is! My mom loves to tell the story about my birth, since I was seven days late and asleep during labor. She reminds me of my birth time a lot. I go google and type in “Rising Sign Calculator.” Put my birthday and birth time. The page takes a second to load, and reveals my rising sign to be…Pisces! Since Pisces are the last sign of the zodiac, they are the most selfless. Don’t forget this, because it will becoming ironic later. Through some research on Youtube, I learned more what it means to be a Pisces Rising. Hannah’s Elsewhere is the channel I go to a lot to get a lot of my information. She said that Pisces Rising are very giving, almost to a fault. Couldn’t be more true for me. Also, she mentioned that Pisces rising are very intuitive, emotional, and empathetic. Okay, good qualities, nice. Of course, every sign has a dark side. Pisces risings can be “know it alls” and are more likely to abuse substances. I think it’s very important to learn about the dark side. Having negative qualities does not make you a negative person! Just because you feel “bad” rather down or very negative, learning about how to help you feel more positive about the imperfections will only lead you to be happier with who you are. I needed to get that out to feel better.

Ok, so I’m a Libra Sun with a Pisces Rising. I come off as a dreamy, know it all. Once you talk or listen to me, you learn that I’m a Libra in the true definition of the word. How I appear and how I act, what more can there be?

WELL, I found out quickly after finding out my rising sign that I also have a MOON SIGN. OMG! Basically, your moon sign rules emotion and the side of you that you shield off from the world. Only a selective few people who truly understand you see your moon sign. I go back to google to find a moon sign calculator. Punch my birth information back in. Wait a second to learn…I have an Aries Moon. WAIT, WHAT?

I think I have always given Aries a bad rap. I blame my little sister, who is an Aries. Since Aries are the first of the Zodiac, they are the most involved with themselves. (Remember how Pisces are the most selfless. Now, you know my irony). Aries are a fire sign, so they are filled with energy. Aries are hardworking, driven, and passionate. Although Aries have a lot of positive qualities, their negative qualities are the most annoying to deal with. Aries are often very selfish and do not care about others’ needs. The sooner they understand this, the sooner they can collectively take steps into understanding their elder signs. They can learn a thing or two from them. Having Aries as my Moon placement ultimately means that I have the emotional temperament of a child. I can be moody and whiny, but I can quickly get out of that with the simplest thing. I resented having this moon placement for a long time. I don’t hate Aries at all. I just hated that I had these qualities that clashed with my other signs.

What does that teach me? My Aries Moon tells me that I have an innocence within me that has the power to make me selfish and bossy. However, I have my Libra Sun to equal out those qualities. I am constantly working on being a better person. My chart placements just scream that I am an emotional person and I need to keep them under control. I benefit from expression and creativity.

Now, I will share my entire chart! Do not worry, I’m not going to describe each sign.

Sun Sign – Libra

Rising Sign – Pisces

Moon Sign – Aries

Mercury Sign – Libra

Venus Sign – Libra

Mars Sign – Scorpio

Jupiter Sign – Sagittarius

Saturn Sign – Pisces

Neptune Sign – Capricorn

Uranus Sign – Capricorn

Pluto Sign – Scorpio

North Node – Libra

Ah, it’s so cool to learn all this stuff. If anyone reading wants to find out their chart, here’s the link the website I always use. https://alabe.com/freechart/ Make sure you know your exact birth time and birth place!

You may be asking how I relate astrology to film. Well, when I enter the early stages of writing, I like to figure out my character’s astrology sign as a way to determine their basic characteristics. Since I know a lot about each signs and how they act, I apply that knowledge to character building. It really helps my creative process for better, more effective writing. Feel free to message me to learn more about my technique!

I know some of you voted for my weight loss journey blog post, and that will arrive with the new year! I think it is more appropriate timing.

Feel free to share your chart with me if you wish! I would love to know more about my readers 🙂 Bonus points if we share placements!