The headline reads “David Archuleta on post-American Idol PTSD”
Now excuse me while I show a tremendous amount of restraint in not mocking Mr. Archuleta. While I am sensitive to never dismissing someones claim of a real or perceived incident or condition…..”Give me a fucking break.”
I’m sorry, I cant help myself.
Neither can people in todays world. We are the most afflicted, diagnosed, medicated, disabled, mentally ill society that has ever been. While we have had more technological and medical advancement of any era or civilization before us, the convenience that provided has made us incapable of dealing with the world that we live in.
For instance, the way information is taught in schools has to be retaught. Why? Because any piece of information that you desire is in the palm of your hand. The need to retain is unnecessary. The internet does that for us. So how we learn and think has to be re-thought.
Now back to my point.
We have all become so desperate to be diagnosed with an issue to explain why we are having such a tough go of it.
The answer is simple, over stimulation.
Mysterious illnesses are not besetting folks entirely out of context. Our insistence on applying something like PTSD on a sliding scale from someone who witnessed an entire captive congregation be decapitated in front of them, to David Archulta being overwhelmed with Reality TV fame has.
Now you can’t tell me these two diagnoses are the same. Nor should they be categorized as such.
Just like everyone who has a uniqueness to them doesn’t have Aspergers, which seems to be the new phrase to coin.
Just because you like your room neat doesn’t mean you have OCD.
Or because you get sad sometimes, doesn’t mean you have depression.
Or have Bi Polar because you have a range of emotions.
Or you’re manic because you get a burst of energy and run around like a chicken with your head cut off.
Or that you’re a sex addict because you like to fuck.
Or that you have an eating disorder because you like to throw down sometimes when no ones around.
I mean for Christ Sake, what the fuck is wrong with everyone?
I will say this….
I am overly qualified to comment on this, as I may or may not have been referred to as a hypochondriac.
I have 100% convinced myself that I have had a litany of disorders ranging from Urological to Septum Related. I have spent countless amounts of time and money chasing my life changing diagnosis down the rabbit whole only to find out, I’M PERFECTLY FUCKING HEALTHY.
And thank God for that. I will say that I’m a sober alcoholic and I do have a mild case of OCD, both of which I treat. It took me 37 years to accept that those 2 diagnosis, and that all the other symptoms were merely psychosomatic.
No Shit. This is a legit thing
Sometimes you’re just stressed out.
Or you need to drink more water.
Or eat better.
Or exercise more.
Or cut back on soda.
Or ice cream.
Or maybe you’re overworked and becoming a slave to your devices or social media.
Or maybe you have forgotten how to simply detach and do something for yourself.
We all get stressed and we don’t always deal with it well. It’s human.
In fact, it’s the human condition in todays world.
There is nothing wrong with you. You don’t need a pill or a patch or a treatment or a course.
You need to chill the fuck out.
The human is meant to be feral. We run, jump, hunt, fish, swim, build, destroy, mate, gather, and on and on and on.
But how often to we do that?
We have those who are chained material success and trying to keep up with the Joneses.
And we have the outdoor enthusiast who have turned it into a business, and are in no way enjoying their best lives. How could they be? They’re too busy documenting it to post on their social media pages.
The happiest people you’ll ever meet have a few things in common:
Try it sometime. Go out and build something.
Get lost in the outdoors.
Do at DIY project about the house.
Paint a picture.
Unplug from the world and see what it feels like to sit and just be with those who’s presence your might find yourself in.
I can assure you, it’s the only thing that turns my head off.
That’s the other thing about humans, we think. And we think too much. But think about this…
When I get away, then re-enter the hustle and bustle of where I live, I get swept right back up by all my “issues”.
Which tells me that if I disengage from the world, and the crazy goes away, then maybe the world is a crazy place not me.
There are without a doubt countless people, places and things that are capable of causing an individual a tremendous about of stress on their system.
And to those things I say “Fuck Em”.
What is your wellness worth to you and what lengths are you willing to go to to protect it?
For me that length is infinite, and I hope the same can be said for you.