It may seem as though I’m extremely negative while reading through my writings.

That’s because I am.

I’ll own it.

I’ve grown into the negativity over the years.

It’s been doomy in my head for decades now.

In my experience, dealing with mental illness will do that.

It’s almost impossible, for me, to even see a glimpse of positivity most days.

Unless I’m masking.

Then it’s easier.

Because then I don’t really have to believe it.

It’s superficial that way.

I just need to act, or maybe just reflect, positivity in those times.

But personally, I feel like being negative goes hand in hand with active mental illness.

Not that there’s a thing called inactive mental illness.

I just mean that when I’m symptomatic, it’s like I don’t have the ability to be positive.

I don’t have a choice.

Quite literally I’m unable to think outside of my world sometimes.

I’ve talked here about my suicidal ideations before.

How they’re always present.

Always at the back of my mind.

How could anyone be positive when that’s the case?

When doom, death and destruction are just around every corner?

I feel like my mind and me as a whole, were not made to be positive.

I’m not supposed to be.

I can’t be at times.

It’s isolating to deal with the shit I have to.

And for me, the isolation brings the negativity.

The voices are always negative too.

And when I’m symptomatic they’re incessant.

And they’re never, ever positive or good.

These voices – auditory hallucinations, have been the most prominent symptom throughout my lifetime.

Making it seemingly impossible to see past them.

But in the spirit of doing something different, I’ve been starting to do guided meditations every week.

Just one a week.

This was week three.

It took some strength to start.

But I even looked up meditations of self love.

Self love affirmations.

I played the first one the other week.

I laid down on my couch.

And let the words wash over as they needed to.

I cried.


Through the whole thing.

Tears were just streaming down my face for the whole fourteen minutes.

The woman on the video was speaking of self acceptance, mainly.

I’ve never told myself that I am okay with me.

That I don’t hold any judgments against myself.

That I accept me regardless of the judgments.

And that I think I may even be starting to like me.

Through the mental illness and other hurdles, it feels impossible to be okay with being me.

The thought of even starting a self love meditation was so daunting.

I dragged my feet playing one.

I thought of it and then waited another week or two.

Is this going to make things worse?

Because I can’t grip around it?

Will I be able to understand what to do?

Would it calm me?

Will it be like a breath of fresh air?

It was more like neither of those things.

Like most things in life, it was a totally different option from “good” or “bad”.

It was alright.



Yet a little overwhelming.

But getting better.

There’s less crying as I get more under my belt.

I listened to another one last week.

And a different one this week.

The second one was a little easier than the first.

And it seems to be getting easier to listen to them.

It was still sort of in one ear and out the other.

It took years of working on myself before I could even admit that I may be likable.

Even to me.

I’ve always believed the opposite.

I’ve not just told myself that I’m a piece of shit.

But really, honestly, believed it.

And that’s where I’m currently standing.

In a sea of turbulence.

Of clashing ideas.

Old thinking vs new thinking.

Part of me is starting to be willing to change my view of myself.

Another part of me wanting to finally be in a peaceful mindset.

Yet another part of me still not willing to give a fuck about any of it.

It’s comfortable for me to not care what happens to me.

It’s cozy.

Though again, isolating.

Telling myself that I accept me, regardless of faults or issues, is a whole different game.

It creates a whole new way for me to think about myself.

New paths.

New connections in my mind.

I never had the capabilities to see this far before.

It’s a very foreign and uncomfortable feeling to be nice to myself.

I know that may sound odd.

But it’s my truth.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg in regards to my negative way of thinking.

– Keren

10 responses to “Negativity”

  1. I don’t think you sound negative. You don’t sound positive either, but you sound focused and aware of who you are. That’s sometimes better than being positive, but sometimes it still means that you are positive to some depending on how you look. You don’t really seem to talk negatively about yourself to me and are very forgiving and I think it’s sweet. Especially how you want to try meditating again. ☺️

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    • Thank you for your kindness. I really appreciate it! I try not to be negative, I just feel that I complain a lot, but maybe it’s more constructive than I think.. 😊
      Meditation is actually refreshing – I’m floored by how much just one short session a week is starting to help! ✨

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      • Wow! That’s amazing! I struggle with meditating with audio so typically I meditate with drawing and sometimes it can get out of hand and I’m sad but typically it’s just fine. We all should do things that work with us.😁 We got this.

        And it’s never bad to complain, rant, or ramble. In fact, if you do in a way where you’re not blaming anyone or coming after people, it should be healthy.☺️

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      • I struggle with it too – it’s really hard to shut off my mind. But I try to not hold my wandering mind against me if I can’t focus on one for too long. It still counts! Haha!
        And you’re totally right. That’s a really good point. I’ve never liked blaming others for my issues.. I just get to rambling at times. Good word usage! 😊

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      • Definitely good advice on the first part. My brain thinks at rapid speed and is worse at night. You would think something so simple would be easy to understand and do, but it’s surprising how it’s not.

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      • I think that “simple” things are usually more complicated than not. It’s tough for me to wrap my head around things at times.. but then other times it’s easier.. the ebb and flow can get frustrating

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