Self Help: The Kind that Doesn't

Engaging a self-help search on the internet will only result in depression, I promise.

 

I mean, think about it. It's a little ironic when you realize just how pathetic your own situation is and how many other people experience it.

So I wouldn't recommend it.

 

Oh wait, this is my first post in this new and improved blog. I used to write one frequently when I was younger. However, a lot has changed since then, so I thought I'd try again.

 

My name is Jessica. I'm a worldly 21 year old woman living in a small town with a 100,000 people population.

 

I'm simply trying to find my place in the world through art. Personally, I find solace in life through writing, singing, modeling, photography, and music.

 

Now, since I'm done with my introduction, I'll get straight to the point of this post.

 

Self-help. Have you ever tried it? It's that moment where you find yourself standing in the aisle of some secondhand book store staring at a book that claims to help you figure out your life issues with the help of professionals.

It's the moment that you're bored at 3 in the morning and decide to look up online some common "symptoms" that you or someone else close to you might have felt at one time.

Well, here's my analysis. It doesn't work!At least not from my own personal experience. I can't speak for others.

However, since I was a very young age, I've had a multitude of different personality disorder symptoms. Now does this mean I am a nutcase and need to be put on drugs or undergo intense counseling? Maybe, but I have already had the joy of trying both of those methods, both to no avail.

 

Rather than considering people who are different 'mentally imbalanced' like the majority of professionals, I simply call it being a left-brained type of person.

It's like when a child of first grade enjoys playing alone instead of with others. They get diagnosed with ADHD, such as I was. Now I'm not going to deny that for some people, it really helps (I tend to be less violent and restless when I'm on my prescribed Strattera). Maybe they just like being alone. There isn't anything weird about being different. It doesn't have to mean there's something wrong.

 

Self-help is put out there intended for people who are truly perplexed by their symptoms. I'm sure that for a lot of people, it probably helps put things in perspective. For me, I realize that it simply restates the things I already knew about myself, but would rather not see in plain print.

 

I am not a perfect person. I go through a roller coaster of emotions on a regular basis. I think waaay too much. I jump topics constantly and can't sit still. I am  human being.
Instead of giving me a prescription, some professional advice, or the word of the lord; is there anyone out there we can relate to? Somebody to share stories with and walk hand in hand with through the problem? Wouldn't talking to others help people solve their problems?

 

And that is the end my rant. A surplus of nothing in form of paragraphs. But perhaps, it'll mean something to someone I don't know.