Thursday, January 4, 2018

Depression, Obsession

I'm having a little bit of trouble sleeping again. I've wrestled with insomnia off and on since I was 14. About that time I started to develop symptoms of depression and anxiety. As the years have passed, the insomnia is at it's worst when I'm struggling the most. I'm either all in with sleep and want to sleep 15 hours a day, or I can't sleep more than three or four hours a night. Never much in the middle.

But , I've noticed that when I'm dealing with insomnia and trying to sleep, I tend to obsess. It's a completely unhealthy habit and I know it's linked to my anxiety, but yeah, I obsess. Which is saying something since, on a good day, my brain obsesses about everything. This isn't that, not at all. This is so much worse. So much more powerful. My mind latches on to something and beats me over the head with it. I get an idea or a thought it becomes so potent, I'm unable to think about anything else. But the thoughts are so loud, I can barely close my eyes, let alone go to sleep. It's a never ending cycle of obsession and sleeplessness. It fucking sucks.

It's not always, or even usually, anything that matters or that I can control. Most of the time, it's some freak thing my mind latches on to and won't let go. Or, I worry about things that do matter, but that are so far outside of my control that I wouldn't even begin to be able to do anything about them. But, most of the time, it's the random thoughts about completely random crap.

Take last night, for example. I've been listening to a hell of a lot of audio books on Audible. I absolutely love them. I love being read to while I do other things. It's the best of both worlds, it's like reading a book and being able to play video games at the same time. Anyway, I listen almost exclusively to romance novels. Audible has a romance package now and I cannot deal with how many books I can listen to for a small fee every month. I'm taking full advantage. Most of the books are narrated by Sebastian York.

This is where the obsession plays in. For most narrators, you can just Google them and there are pictures. They have social media. You can put a name with the face, which is sometimes good and somethings not, depending on your personal ability to suspend disbelief. For this particular narrator, though, there's nothing. Lots of articles about him and interviews with him, but not a single picture to be found anywhere. It's a pseudonym, of course, which doesn't help.

But, I'm a little bit a lot obsessed with his voice. I literally listen to books because he's narrating them, it just so happens that I've also enjoyed them all. But, my brain could not let go of the fact that there isn't a single picture anywhere. I spent hours scouring the web looking for even one single picture. All I came up with were tidbits of information, like that he's also a pilot in New York City, and the fact that this mystery about him is intentional. Obviously, right, otherwise there would be a picture somewhere. He likes "the mystery."

In the dead of night, when I can't sleep and my mind cannot let go of the search, I pretty much hate the mystery. Hate. It. So, I lay in my bed and obsess, scouring my brain for details I may have missed and calling on my education, which has made me a top notch researcher. But, it's also kind of pointless, which my brain knows in an intellectual way, but can't seem to grasp in an emotional way. Ultimately, I'm aware that it's not even him that I'm obsessing about, it's just the need to latch onto something to obsess over and he's an easy target because I listen so many audio books.

Really though, he's beside the point and is just one example. Whether it's him or not, I'm going to obsess over something. Usually something just outside my reach, like finding a picture of man with an amazing voice, who has gone out of his way to stay obfuscated. I choose to latch onto something that was unreachable, just like always. I think, maybe, if I could find a pic of the man, this obsession might subside... but it would only be replaced with another pointless, baffling, and frankly, ridiculous obsession.

But hey, if he happened to want to send me a pic, I wouldn't say no. ♥

2 comments:

  1. Though I always sympathize with your mental struggles, I can't always 'relate' to them. But for this one, I am EXACTLY the same. This whole thing: "My mind latches on to something and beats me over the head with it...." I go through this at least 50% of my nights, usually more. I've often referred to my brain as a sadist, because just when I'm feeling the sweet tendrils of sleep creeping over me, my brain finds that one freak thing to attach itself to and will NOT let it go, the same way your tongue can't stop obsessing over a blister in your mouth. I even tried pot in tincture (liquid) form, adding a few drops to a cup of hot tea at night, hoping it would relax me. The good news is it worked--the pot made me feel scattered, and my brain literally couldn't cling onto one thought long enough to obsess. But the downside was the tincture was causing me to hallucinate. Eventually I had to declare the experiment a failure.

    Anyway, getting off track. Basically just wanted to say I truly feel your pain on this one. As far as your narrator, I think it's sexy as hell that he's so mysterious. I know it's not up to you, but I'd try to find a way to feel content with the knowledge that without a picture of him, he will always be this fascinating enigma, which will make you enjoy his narrations that much more. One picture could take that away.

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    1. It's a little bit isolating, being awake at night, obsessing over some random thing I can't get off my mind. It kind of helps in some way knowing that I'm struggling right along with other obsessive insomniacs. I mean, I know intellectually I'm not alone, but emotionally it feels that way.

      Thanks for the heads up about the pot, I'm definitely going to skip that remedy.

      Yes, the mystery is pretty... mysterious. And most days, it's completely fine, but for whatever reason I've been completely obsessed with knowing what he looks like lately. I feel like he's pretty hot, but then maybe he's scary and lives in his momma's basement. *shrug* That's where where that suspension of disbelief comes into play. ;)

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