marsden_online: (Sisters)
Some people have had a much shittier year than I. But despite feeling really positive yesterday and having a generally good headspace for most of the year I now find myself entering 2024 in a poor mood. A lot of old negativities and feelings of isolation seem to have resurfaced over the past few weeks.

disjointed )
marsden_online: (BlueDragon)
It is the last few hours of 2022. There is no KAOS party this year, and as D has come down with something flu-like we are also not venturing out to either of the drinkies we have been invited to.

I am not feeling positive going into the New Year, even less so than going into this year. Hanging over me or settled in my gut is something like generalised anxiety, but not exactly. I suspect it may be some type of self loathing, born of having given more than I intended or wanted to over this year physically, emotionally, financially with nothing to show for it myself and precious little to show for anyone else.

Let's take a look back in bullet points
snip )

Work / Life

Nov. 6th, 2022 05:18 pm
marsden_online: (write)
This is not the journal post I planned (hoped?) to be writing this weekend, but Stuff Happened and here I am.
Beyond that large parts of this are not exactly what I had mentally outlined when I sat down (hours ago :o ) but getting these thoughts out where I can see them was the point of the exercise.

~~~

work/life/money )
marsden_online: (cat)
With E away visiting for this school holidays and D in Wellington for part of school holidays / all of quilting symposium, my expectation was that I would be able to take the energy I normally spend on them and redirect it to a) easier work hours b) downtime c) catching up with people I haven't seen in ages and d) the long list of things wanting to be done around the house.

Narrator: this did not happen.

mental health dump )
marsden_online: (BlueDragon)
Over the past few months my self-esteem and self-image have taken a solid beating, for reasons I'm not going to go into in detail. I'm immensely grateful for the generosity which has seen us through but also ashamed and guilty and bitter at myself that it got to that point to begin with.

I feel like it was my responsibility /not/ to end up in the situation and I was confident that I could/would do so; so although I know that a certain part of it was circumstantial I am experiencing it as a deep personal failure.

Like, these were mistakes I should have made and learned from in my 20s when no-one was depending on me, not in my 40s with (at least) two other peoples lives involved. I was handed ... not every, but a great many advantages in my youth and more since; and I have, in my complacency and foolishness, completely failed to make anything of that; in fact lost a significant portion of it.

I am determined to make it back / pay it forward in some form, over the next 40+ years, but I don't yet see exactly how and I am afraid that I never will. Although this has opened my eyes that certain things I thought I knew and did I do in fact not know or do/do well/enough, I am at a loss where to start learning or doing things differently.

And I feel constrained by circumstances with no practical idea how to change those either. [Aside about this reflecting how societal change is hard (e.g. to address climate change) without massive central government or grass-roots leadership; because after a certain point the (infra)structures around us are self-reinforcing.]

~~~

There are small positive signs. Although I may currently be on the brink of a crash (which this long weekend will hopefully alleviate) I have hammered (judicious use of sleeping pills + E relying on my for morning transport) my sleeping pattern back into something which allows me to be functional for most of the day. My fatigue issues are slowly slowly receding; I have been making my targeted hours or better at work for the past few weeks, even though that has usually meant working a half-day or day at the weekend to make up for time missed during the week attending to other matters; i.e. my overall productivity and ability-to-do-stuff is up.
marsden_online: (Default)
It's been a long year for everyone. Major positive events were our trip to Auckland to see the Lion King and moving into our new house.

A significant negative event that I didn't post about here was the second arson at Antonio Hall, in November, which gutted the original house and left the entire site basically, finally, awaiting demolition. (After photos, and after the 2019 fire, two years on).

snip )
marsden_online: (cat)
The last two weeks have been school holidays, which was intended to mean instead of losing ~2 hours a day to getting E to and from school I would be spending that time at work. Unfortunately for the first week a mild-but-enough-to-mean-stay-home head cold struck the human members of the household (I was still able to work from home, but at decreased efficiency) and this week even with the boys visiting mornings have been really hard. Back to not being able to get myself out of bed hard, compounded by what I have come to realise is a bad case of revenge procrastination keeping me awake on my phone until well after I should be asleep.

So this post is about control, or the lack thereof which I have been wrestling with (and losing). Arguably despite /feeling/ in control of my life for much of it I have very rarely actually tried to exert any, being mostly comfortable with where the flow of things took me. I may have regrets...
snip )

Past 2020

Jan. 1st, 2021 01:48 pm
marsden_online: (skull)
Well, what a year. One might have thought that getting married in January would mean the rest of the year would seem relatively uneventful, but Covid was already on the horizon.

Lockdown itself didn't affect us much, as I was able to work from home and otherwise we don't get out much anyway. Deciding that it was time to sell the house and move on came as a surprise, and the subsequent accommodation-related and money stresses have probably defined or at least outlined my life since. We were supposed to have foundations by this point, instead the consents have only just gone to council.

Work remains stable although I have been struggling more and more to make my targeted hours. We did take on a new programmer (after years of needing one) just after lockdown which has redistributed the load in a good way. I'm now primarily stressed only by not getting whatever my current project is out in a timely fashion and not also by the queue of waiting projects and have managed to find time to spend on future-time-saving improvements to our CMS and experimenting with better/alternate workflows.

Other things which have been chewing up my time included aforementioned property matters and looking after D who has sprained her "on" shoulder twice this year, once at the beginning of lockdown and again a few weeks ago (same shoulder, different muscle). If the inset sewing table I brought her for Xmas prevents a future occurrence it will have paid for itself in saved medical costs. The latter has also meant I have no choice but to shoulder more of the housework.

Time to myself has become more and more rare and is probably partly to blame for my current addiction to the Star Realms game on my phone. I resisted putting any games on this phone for a long time, but I also own the hard-copy version (a prize from Buckets of Dice some years back) and it provides excellent semi-mindless replayability with just enough luck involved that I don't feel bad on the occasions I lose to the AI. The free version is ad-free, but I will at some stage when I don't feel money is so tight drop the $10 to unlock the hard AI and more cards.

Related to this although I am technically on holiday I have been spending 2-5 hours in the office most days working on a project which needs to be done, but can't or won't be afforded by the (non-profit) client and will only continue to be a headache for me (and others) long term if it is not. It's nice and quiet in there with everyone else away and although progress hasn't been as fast as I would like it is still progress and I at least feel that I am achieving something and will eventually have one fewer concern weighing me down. (Also I've been able to quickly jump on the couple of live issues which have come up, so a bit of paid time on top of the annual leave burnt during shutdown.)

Contact with other people has also become more rare and in a lot of ways 2020 has seen further weakening of connections which were already on the way out. I had already been sacrificing attended SAGA for work for a couple of years and I now probably wouldn't recognise anyone on the committee. Gaming with friends has been rare and intermittent, I am enjoying being in the ongoing game Z started late this year.

Lockdown stopped KAOS parties and sheer exhaustion has stopped me/us attending many of the smaller KAOS-adjacent or friends events which I/we have been invited to or for as long as I would have liked. We always planned to start having small groups of friends over for dinner/board games at Gladson but actually organised it maybe twice, and our current flat has been decreed too small to entertain. We did make it to he New Years party which was relatively small and quiet and although I didn't interact much I did enjoy myself.

I still as frequently find myself thinking "I should reach out to [names here] and find out what is really going on in their life" on Facebook or via email/text to catch up, and either not having the energy or not knowing what to open with and not doing it :(

~~~

Society wise

- lockdown(s) affected the country in ways which we probably won't fully understand for decades. I am more grateful than ever to be living where I am in the world, and that we had a government prepared to move fast and "risk the economy", rather than the plentiful counter-examples elsewhere in the western world.

- We had an election which returned that government in the unprecedented position to govern alone under MMP, and we are still waiting to see what they do with that. Significant structural changes to both the education and health systems are happening, it remains to be seen if the latter will be what is needed or any more than shuffling some chairs to the upper deck.
I can understand why they are moving slower on many issues than many people would like, both for long term political reasons and because it takes time to line up major structural change properly. Social welfare benefits should absolutely have been increased by more already though, there better be some damn good announcements coming.

- The same election contained referendums on assisted dying, which brought in a not perfect but also not "poor law is worse than no law" legal support for the option despite outright scaremongering and falsehoods from opposition groups, and narrowly rejected much better law for the legalisation and control of cannabis. Perhaps the next left-wing government will act on this since our current PM has a tendency to say "not on my watch" in response to even middling public opinion against significant law change (see also capital gains tax). (I maintain this is a long term strategy so she can step down and let her successor bring them back to the table).

I generally feel that as a snapshot these events indicate that we are becoming a more progressive society on several fronts, and there is hope on others. Not however on the housing market front :( Any money the government puts into the economy seems to end up there somehow, either landlords putting up rents to match benefit increases or investors taking advantage of ever lower interest rates to buy up even more properties.

~~~

Going forward: basically I feel that I am surviving, little more. One more day, one more closer to house. Everything is an effort, often including spending time with my wife :( There is still time for something disasterous to come out of the White House or the stacked administration which it is leaving behind.

Still standing, but staggering.

marsden_online: (skull)
[A quick bash out, things aren't quite as dire as they may read]

Yesterday (Friday) was the last day at work for the year. There's a skeleton crew next week leading up to Xmas but I'm not officially back until January 11th.

I say "officially" because I was back in the office today (Saturday) to make up some hours for the week, and will be next week to finish off my end-of-year cleanup. Weekend visits have become quite regular, partly because I am trying to clock more hours to earn more money and partly because life keeps getting in the way of me competing my targeted, or even my contracted hours during the week. My body clock continues to be uncooperative, and a steady stream of appointments and misadventures have been sucking away at my time as well. (For example D has sprained her shoulder for the second time this year, same shoulder, different muscle.)

I also say "officially" because I intend to spend several half-days in the office over the next few weeks off-the-clock dealing to a project which is eating at my sanity but just isn't going to get done on paid time. It's big but a lot of it is also a rebuild and I hope I can get most of it out of the way.

Combined with the long list of other things which need to be done over the "break" - including some which weren't able to be dealt with last year because we had the kids and I had limited computer access/time, and some which were just shoved into storage in the crush to get moved, and some of which are just "spend quality time with my wife" and "catch up on some webcomics/computer gaming/other me time which has simply been pushed aside" ... although I plan to take things more gently than usual I don't expect the demands on my time to recede to the point where I really feel that I am "on holiday" for more than the odd day which I dedicate to "not anything" .. and odds on those are going to be sabotaged by something.

Speaking of moving, another of the things is "find a new rental by the beginning of February, as close to Rolleston as possible". This is proving unlikely to improbable; in part because landlords really want a year-lease and we don't expect / can't /afford/ to be renting for more than 6-8 months, with prices where they are for the amount of space we "need". So there's the stress of conceptual homelessness.

The build is another sore point, the contract we signed with the building company was to begin work /on site/ in November and yet practically the end of December and they have not yet managed to get the plans into council for consent. (Which also means our mortgage approval is up in the air...) It's not clear to me if the building company are the ones stuffing us around or if as they claim the developer of the sections is stuffing them around / being incompetent by not having information on the land which is that entity's responsibility to supply.

I'm leaning towards both actually. Anyway this close to Xmas/NY shutdown means best-case scenario consents won't be done until mid-January .... which means work may start in February ... we can not actually afford this. We are not actually bleeding money as much as we were (and /that's/ going to change going into a more expensive rental) - but summer has a lot to do with that. The longer things drag on the less likely we are actually going to be able to afford to finish the build, and basically lose everything.

And even then if I can't get my f*&^ing S&^t brain/bodyclock sorted out to work better hours we're not going to be able to pay the mortgage either, because I haven't been managing the hours the calculations are based off and we will have /no/ free capital and /no/ wriggle room in said mortgage for emergencies or even unexpecteds.

So I actually really need to be able to work on recharging and resetting this break. Which is ironically why there are so many things which need dealt-to, as I've identified each of them as taking up mental/emotional resources which I want freed up.

[deep breaths]

Decisions

Jun. 21st, 2020 10:18 pm
marsden_online: Obligatory pet cat (racky)
I have been fortunate in life. Got through school on intelligence, flip side never properly learned to study. Worked hard for things - causes really - I cared about, but through the support and generosity of my parents I never had to work hard just to make ends meet ... and now I find I am too broken to do so. I've never had to deal with choosing to leave home and family behind to make my own way in the world, or with being left behind. Mostly content - complacent even - with being been carried along by events, I've never really had to make any hard decisions, they've always been more-or-less made for me by (generally fortunate) circumstance.

So an easy life, but it has left me ill prepared me for my present situation. Sometime in the next 18 months I am going to have to make, or at least commit to and step forward on choices which in consequence are going to negatively affect or even drastically change some other peoples lives, people I care about, in order to properly support others.

I have never faced a clashing of commitments and wants on this scale before. It ... for lack of a better word ... scares me. And I have been hiding from it. Waiting on this bit of information or that, doing a bit of research and leaving the tab group open until the time is right to act. But that time could now be as early as the end of next month.

This is only one of the things which has been taking a toll on my mental health, but I suspect it is one of the bigger ones (hard to tell since I still shy away from examining it to closely) and it has been doing so unseen. It was only yesterday that it seeped through to me that the great amount of the past four weekends I have spent in bed has not been just about trying to feel rested enough to make it through the next week, or hiding from the world because I just couldn't cope with any more input right now, but also about avoiding facing up to my own discomfort and the cause of that discomfort.

After all, pushing my (perceived?) negative feelings away and paying them no mind is something I have done so much for so long that it is reflexive now. And there are so many more obvious and immediate concerns in just making it through the day or week without breaking down.

~~~

I am having phone appointments with a counsellor referred to by my GP, we get five hours on the public health dollar an I've had two so far. The first was basically a backgrounder. The second I talked about things which are currently bothering me a bit more. The aim, mine anyway, is to have an idea what sort of ongoing counselling to seek out at the end of the process.

I'm supposed to be looking for the little things which make me feel good. There are few.

- The feeling of having solved a problem or written good code, rarer these days than it used to be and usually tempered by previous experiences of finding out something is terribly wrong with it 6 months later.
- Time spent with D which doesn't feel like part of the chores. Usually at present that is listening to her current audiobook with her.
- Time spent with the cat when she is just being companionable rather than demanding.
- a small amount of reading for pleasure I have managed recently, (mostly in conjunction with trying to cut down my screen time before bed).

I don't really have any hobbies any more - the one game I am in happens erratically and I do not have the time to be working on one of my own. I usually manage to set aside a few hours for playing Path of Exile at the weekends. The rest of the time I am either

- at work (which is a great struggle at present),
- trying to keep up with the world mostly as it pertains to work and my immediate life,
- attending to household chores (practically all of which fall to me since D injured her "on" shoulder before lockdown and it still hasn't come right so she can't lift or even reach without pain, but at least we found out this week what the actual problem is) although that workload is really no different to before D moved in
- attempting to be a good husband and make sure my wife is as comfortable as I can make her and has what she needs to feel productive and cared for
- attempting to rest (I have not been waking feeling rested). Or being forced to retreat from the world into bed.

I've been trying to find the time and energy to write a journal post for three of the four weeks I mentioned earlier.

~~~

#fuckcancer We are between the anniversary of my father's diagnosis and his death a few short weeks later. It's not weighing on my mind but it is ... present. Another good acquaintance whom I have known for many years (and who is younger than I) is currently in the end stages of a breast cancer which spread to her brain; she leaves behind a young son :( And the young niece of another dear friend also died of cancer earlier this year, with all the attendant grief :(

Stuck

Apr. 19th, 2020 10:03 pm
marsden_online: (write)
3000+words later ... )

So that's where I'm at. Me having time to achieve things for me and my sanity, let alone spend the time doing things with D which she deserves looks to be mortgage-paid-off-and-retirement time away, which at this rate means I will be about 85. It's not a sustainable situation, but I have very few ideas of how to remedy it that I have not already tried and failed over the years.
marsden_online: (BlueDragon)
I don't know if I have fallen through the void and out the bottom, or pulled back a little, but by the end of yesterday I was left feeling a great nothingness. It has receded a little this evening to leave just exhaustion and general grumpiness.

I know I have been struggling the past week. Pushing things and giving too much to others. There just doesn't seem to have been very much time/opportunity for me to take for myself.

My body clock has shifted two more hours in the wrong direction, now apparently on a 2am to midday sleep cycle. (My own fault for staying up to 2am playing FreeCiv one night last weekend). This has knock on effects to the hours I am working.

Work/life hours have /not/ fallen out as expected. Although I am mostly sticking to the plan of a couple of hours work, some downtime/chores, repeat, I am not finishing work by early evening to then relax / spend time with D. as the maths would suggest. One evening I finished work at midnight. Other activities I have been called on to continue into the evening even though I think I am pretty clearly, explicitly sometimes, operating past the limits of my exhaustion have finished later.

I have not managed any time on my own projects at all unless you count the gardening, where I have managed to keep pruning the hedge at one green-bin per week, and a little computer gaming.

Then last night (in addition to the nothingness) I got trapped listening to an audiobook and didn't get to any kind of sleep until after 5am, eventually emerging after 2pm. Heaven knows what effect that will have. Until a few minutes ago I was not sure if I would go to bed at a reasonable time tonight because I feel exhausted or if I will try and stay up all night and tomorrow, but now I think it will be bed. I am just not sure if I will get to sleep.

This article from Rands seems appropriate
The experience was the same on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Wake-up, get ready, sit down for the 9am meeting and BAM it’s 6pm, I haven’t really eaten, the sun is going down, and I have a slight headache. Part of this focus is certainly a coping mechanism. I seek normality because everything else appears broken. The absence of calm that comes with standing up, walking across the building, being out of the meeting mindset, letting my mind wander, and unwinding is startling.
Rands in Repose: The Housekeeping of the Intangible


Except it's not BAM, because time drags, my focus is not great and while I am making probably adequate process on my work projects it doesn't feel like I am making /enough/ given current urgency. But there are no breaks of the sort that I suppose having to pop out an move the car to a new parking space, or the 20 minute commute to/from work enforced. I switch from work mode to home (chores/relationship) mode and back again.

Even my hoped for downtime today has been mostly hijacked. I'm not complaining too much because the outcome of this will be a gaming group starting back up, but it was a serious effort for me to participate.
marsden_online: (Sisters)
pushed myself past my limits
physically, mentally, emotionally
broken

Depressed over not being able to help fix the world's problems when I cant even get my own house (literal and metaphorical) sorted cleaned and in order. I am managing /something/ almost every day but just don't seem to be getting to the big tasks which are staring me in the face every day.

~~~
Thursday was a public holiday and I exhausted myself physically doing overdue cleaning - the shower, the toilet, the fridge - even without doing a complete job of any of them. I find myself exhausted myself today just from trimming a green-bin full of branches off the hedge.

(I was glad to see that at least one of the pansies I transplanted from the middle of the back wasteland to a garden bed appears to have survived and is putting up new growth. In my experience they are tough little plants.)

I have exhausted myself mentally at work. It looks like the pay rise I asked for isn't coming so I feel I have little choice but to to work more/better hours. But right now the extra time I am pushing myself to do is going on preparations for the final stage (going live) of a project I am no longer billing for because it went so far over estimate. It is one I am very emotionally involved in doing properly (and could cost the company a very valuable client if the final stage gets cocked up).

I have further exhausted myself mentally and emotionally dealing with the things which require these types of energy at home.

~~~
I am still receiving the alarms and updates of both what has most recently been looted from the Hall and the owner's continued inactivity to even meet their commitments to make the site safe after the fire. All I can say to questions about when we might go back - whether from members of our team or from our contact still there - is "not until it is safe". It is not going to be safe in the foreseeable future.

I had reason to go back to the photos from our first few visits looking for references for some of the stolen fittings, it's heartbreaking seeing even how beautiful the interior - and overgrowth free the exterior - it was then before 8ish years of dirt, damp and deliberate damage and neglect against our best attempts.

An overhaul of the website is one of the many things which need doing that I just haven't managed to get to. I will keep that history there as long as possible.

Meanwhile grief and anger pains rise in my chest with no outlet. While the Hall may be the obvious current source it's not like I'm unused to this state, it seems to have been part of me for most of my life. Keeping pain within so I don't lash out with it and hurt anyone else.

At our ceremony D. talked about how "nothing seems to rattle [me]"; it's just that I am very practiced at putting aside being pain as not being a productive thing right now and this skill is equally applicable to many other things which might get in the way of viewing a situation ... if not clearly at least practically.

But I also know that sometimes to deal with a pain or frustration and move on you have to take it off the shelf, feel it and accept it for what it is. Many, even most are trivial and easily discarded in retrospect. Some, not so much.

~~~
This story moved me greatly this morning,

https://thespinoff.co.nz/society/09-02-2020/a-magic-like-no-other/

Sometimes death comes for the old, and sometimes for the young. And sadly, like life, it rarely makes much sense when it does come.


Not because of any recent deaths; actually I think I am quite lucky to have reached my age without losing too many of my peers. (But Alex, Kirsty, Kaye+Martyn, Geoff immediately come to mind ...) but because I am constantly failing to keep in touch beyond the occasional FB connection even with people I dearly want to. We don't get to sit down - over a meal or board game perhaps - and have conversations about each others lives - not that I ever feel there is much to say about my own which (at least at the moment) doesn't devolve into self pity but I still want to know what is going on with you, the good and the bad.

~~~
D. just opened the door and passed in a plate of hot quiche full of goodness, and I am so grateful to have her in my life even with all the complications and responsibilities that entails.
marsden_online: (Default)
April, December, September - only managing these big updates every 8 months is suboptimal.

long )
marsden_online: (write)
Reading my state-of-me from the beginning of last year I am in an amazing different place. Now a great deal of this is down to the presence of one particular lady (D) in my life, but the overall trajectory was upwards. Mind you I was in a pretty bad space to start with and through at least the first half of the year if my writing is to be believed.

Stream of consciousness as reading through 2017 journal entries.

Standing desk - still going. Cat has mostly ignored her box in favour of perching between me and the rightmost monitor and demanding attention; cause of quite an amount of frustration over the year. Later in the year I upgraded the leftmost monitor to an actual monitor donated by my neighbours during a garage sale and this has made quite a difference.

I have not opted to (attempt to) switch to a standing desk at work.

Speaking of work although my hours have improved dramatically at least over the latter months of the year my ability to accurately estimate and complete work to-time has if anything been worse. Partly this may be that
- I am dealing with more complex projects, or
- that I am no longer making /simple/ mistakes or that our in-house code base has been rewritten multiple time with ever more abstraction by one of the other programmers so when something isn't working it is taking me longer to find out /why/
- I am taking more time to write up provide our clients with clear instructions for the use of their systems

I am investing more time in planning out projects at the request-for-quote stage in hopes of solving this next year. It feels awkward; I'm still locked into an out-of-whack mental model somehow but I have at least come closer to identifying the exact mental block.

Finances: During the first half of the year I made good progress at putting aside the money for the next stage* of house renovations. About July I took a calculated gamble to help bail out some young acquaintances who had run into difficulty; this did end up costing me significantly more than originally expected (and continues to) but they are mostly in more stable positions and self-supporting now. (After some unrelated expenses this month I expect to be able to start rebuilding my week-to-week base and saving again in February.)

* I say "stage" but it's become apparent that this will have to be practically a complete internal refurbishment; from wall insulation through redecoration ceiling-to-floor and redoing the kitchen. Savings will not suffice; I expect the mortgage to be painfully large again at the end of it.

Managed a little reading through the year but not as much as I would have liked. There are still columns of RPG books and a couple of novels sitting on my bedroom desk waiting. There are also still tasks on my to-do list from January last year which are still outstanding. But D has been visiting from Wellington over the Xmas/NY period and although this has meant a lot of time in companionable activities we are now getting into a pattern which reinforces time and motivation to be productive for both of us.

Social: there were quite a few social events throughout the year as represented by the many photo galleries published. However the distribution was a bit different; while there were many of the same people attending the context was less KAOS-specific and more KAOS-adjacent. I found myself categorising many which I would once have automatically put in the KAOS folder as events either hosted by friends who happen to have been KAOS and are now more-or-less out in the real world, or by friends who I met through their attendance at some KAOS parties but whose lives and primary social circles are elsewhere.

Hosted the 48 hour party for a second year; event was again a success.

Gaming: My Broken Kingdoms game continues, we had a little player turnover during the year and have changed day. I think there is about a year of play time left in it but a great deal depends on the directions the party choose to take at this point.

The other group I play in regularly went through a couple of mini-campaigns and is currently on an indefinite hiatus although I hold out hope for a restart in the new year.

I /finally/ managed to write up the final chapter of the Anthony saga from a few years ago.

Board games were regular; I did sacrifice a lot of SAGA nights in favour of working late and there were a lot more which really didn't do anything for me. The couple of events I hosted were poorly attended. I did sign up for Board game arena so D and I can play online (especially in the evenings as we wind down from the day in our respective beds).

Hall: my commitments weighed heavily particularly through the middle of the year but have eased; particularly with one of the other team members freeing up to supervise bookings again. Significant progress was made on several working bee projects; the credit primarily goes to A and friends but it has been good to see.

National events: the big one of 2017 was the general election. I wrote a couple of other things after the event.
marsden_online: (Sisters)
Depression and anxiety have taken advantage of the lack of energy stemming from a week or two plagued to launch a resurgence and start kicking my ass again. Today was particularly bad, brought on by pushing myself beyond reasonable limits dealing with everything at the Hall working bee yesterday. Despite every intention I did not make it into work, and when I had finally given up on the idea and checked into my work mailbox at 2pm it was to find two urgent items from this morning requiring my attention. Which I was able to attend to from home, but one stemmed from a project I had done the week prior to sick-week and the fix was something I explicitly thought I had done at the time.

I did also manage to solve the problem which had me stumped at the end of Friday, which I what I had actually dragged myself out of bed with the intention of doing.

Sometimes I think the little voice inside my head which says "you can do/fix this" actually belongs to a little gremlin with a big hammer who is really looking forward to breaking things more.

I find myself just wanting to walk away from almost everything ... but that is not a feasible option.
marsden_online: (write)
Complusion com·pul·sion (kəm-pŭl'shən) n.
- An uncontrollable impulse to perform an act, often repetitively, as an unconscious mechanism to avoid unacceptable ideas and desires which, by themselves, arouse anxiety.
- an irrational motive for performing trivial or repetitive actions, even against your will

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is something I have never given much thought to, beyond the common or pop-culture awareness and a vague undefined annoyance when perfectionist friends claim to "be a little OCD". But the post "OCD is not your quirky fun friend from Sarah Wilson at WriteHanded detailing some of the behaviours associated with her OCD prompted me to take a closer, if still superficial look at the definitions and diagnostic criteria, and from there to compulsion in general.
OCD is not just perfectionism, and for many people, it won’t present that way at all. It’s not “being a neat freak.”
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Telling myself I am experiencing OCD is of little to no help. I feel itchy at best, suicidal at worst, until I allow myself to complete the behaviour that will stop the anxiety. Sometimes, that behaviour isn’t anything that will look unusual from the outside. It might be getting some work done. It might be taking a shower. It might be going to the supermarket with a very specific list. But what people don’t know or see is that work isn’t even due for another four weeks, but I couldn’t let it sit undone. That I’ve already had two showers today, but I feel like i’m unclean and I need to wash again. That I’ve already been to the supermarket, but an intrusive thought keeps telling me I’ve missed things out or got the wrong ones, so I need to go again.

I am quite confident in saying that I would not personally be diagnosed with OCD. I do have a variety of anxiety-linked behavioral compulsions, what I consider a susceptibility to addictive behaviours, and something of a fixation on doing things the "right" way; none of which take anywhere the amount of time out of my life an OCD diagnosis would require.

Following my curiosity I googled for /other/ compulsive disorders but did not turn up any helpful results with the time and energy I had available. I'm sure they are out there; just drowned in the sea of OCD-related results which resulted even trying (failing) to filter out results containing "obsessive". Probably I am stuck in the catch-22 of having to know what the disorders are called before I can find out what they are ....

of/for myself )

Tapped out

May. 6th, 2017 10:14 pm
marsden_online: (skull)
It has been a long week, or maybe longer. I have been giving a lot in both time and treasure, and while there is plenty of treasure left I am physically and emotionally exhausted. today when I got home from Hall duties and grocery shopping I "napped" 4pm-9pm before dragging myself out of bed for a nice dinner which I had purchased the foundation of, and although still exhausted there are other things I am determined to get done before returning to (hopeful but unlikely given my dreams) oblivion.

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This week in particular has been all early starts between having mother staying here while a relative is in hospital and several groups wanting early starts at the Hall for film projects. Fortunately others have been able to cover some of that time because while I could let them in I could not justify taking all the time off work.

As it was the relatively early starts at work were compensated for by finishing earlier most days so I only did my usual amount of hours, although even those were a struggle. And I messed up my timekeeping which resulted in finding a "we really need you to up your game" email from the manager in my home mailbox (replying to my weekly invoice) after I got home from the party last night. It didn't send me into the sort of tailspin these sometimes have in the past (although I had to expend spoons determinedly refusing to let it) but I was already feeling pretty low.

I had actually quite enjoyed the party itself (KAOS perversion party, which generally has at-best-even odds that I will maintain an emotional equilibrium), but on the way home several glooms had set in, some expected and some not, one which I have not experienced so sharply in I-cant't-remember-when.

That particular one which is about how easy it would be for me to manipulate/control people to get what (who) I want is probably a danger sign. It is perhaps the aspect of myself I have been fighting the longest, in my determination to be a good person rather then the total arsehole my instinctive unfiltered reactions and desires would have me be.

I don't know if people think having a considered, positive approach to the world is easy for me. It's really not a lot of the time. I am pretty much constantly filtering my actions and output so as to constructively help (as I want to do) rather than unwittingly hurt (which I am also very good at as those who have known me for a long time will be aware). It sometimes chews through quite a lot of my daily energy.

Wanting to help; being determined to make things "right" at a level which leaves me little choice, may also have been responsible for some of this weeks issues at work. It cones with the particular frustration of having to recover from what was essentially someone else's failure at requirements discovery; something which I do find myself having to compensate for quite frequently.

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