Nadai Mutual Energy

Even as adults, we are learning new things about forging relationships with other people. In my situation, it still hurts when people do not reciprocate your energy in building that relationship. At one point, you just get tired and prefer to spend that little amount of dignity you have towards yourself.

I wanted to make a few of my vegetarian friends feel included in our workplace get-together potluck. So I brought some candies with me as options for the vegetarians to snack on alongside other veggie-friendly food. In fact, I bought some for all my other colleagues so that we could try and enjoy the same thing. I had it myself, and it was a delicious gummy. Good things are meant to be shared, right?

Two colorful candy packaging bags featuring cartoon creatures: one for 'Grumpy Candy' with a blue monster and the other for 'Fruity Gummies' with a blue creature sitting among strawberries. Both bags indicate they are suitable for vegetarians.

Unfortunately, the one that I wanted to hopefully feel included did not turn up to the event. Not only that, but all the other food was also flatly refused. It was a sad yet shocking experience. All the husnuzon just went down the drain. Even if you do not prefer something, just accept it graciously and chuck it into the bin secretly later on. Sigh.

Some people just don’t deserve our energy, after all.

Her colourful, unstable brain

Not all doctors are prepared to manage mental health illnesses. Let alone family members. I knew at least a few doctors, my own batch, who once said, ‘nak sgt mati, terjun je lah’. To them, mental health is all just in the head and that what these patients are experiencing are merely pettiness and poor resilience. It is very difficult for this particular group of doctors to accept that these people are suffering physiologically as well. It takes an empathetic doctor to sit with this patient and explore the symptoms. In a fast-paced world with medicolegal implications lurking around the corner, empathy can be hard to train.

I have always thought that it is brave for someone to admit that they are unwell mentally and seek help for it. People with depression have anhedonia. They have poor appetite and sleep quality. It is not because they are not trying, but because something is always in the way of their recovery journey. A patient once described that she was actually ready to leave the world by paying off all her debts and decluttering her things. She noticed that the duration of her low mood got a bit longer than usual. It was no longer during the premenstrual period but almost every 2 weeks. Not only that, she was experiencing uncontrollable bursts of rage from time to time over small disputes happening at home and at work. She was beginning to hallucinate. It was either her name being called or doors being slid open when they were not. Or doors being closed shut when no one else was at home. She forgets things easily and tells the same stories all over again. But then at other times, she sometimes wonders if the things she knows about a person or an event are really true or if the ideas were something she conjured in her monologues before, and accepted by the brain as a fact. This went on for at least 6 months.

At one point, she contemplated the least painful way to die as she felt that her support system had crumbled. She felt that her husband was slowly pushing her to the edge so that SHE would be the one filing for divorce to get out of the painful marriage. The spouse also kept the kids close to him, probably as an attempt to win their favour in case there is a battle of custody. Not knowing that she was prepared to give it all up in return for her life. Every behaviour is deemed a nuisance and unnecessary by the spouse. Soon, heartfelt conversations are no longer shared because the patient doesn’t feel safe and supported. Everything just comes back to her for either being ‘stupid’ or ‘weak’. As a result, the partner would narrate the situation to the kids, in what he thought was a harmless manner, portraying the patient as an incompetent mother who has no brains to figure things out on her own.

The last time I met her, she was still refusing to start her meds as she felt she could still manage her emotions and that she could still function at work. She said she just needed someone to talk to without passing judgment. She is also refusing a CT Brain – I wanted to eliminate as many organic causes as possible. She was confident that if there was anything wrong with her brain, she would experience relentless headache and nausea. Or her limbs would just give way.

I hope that her resilience and protective factors would shield her from self-harm or suicidal attempts. I am rooting for her to still have a chance to have a seat in Heaven in the Hereafter.

I know the word

I was scrolling down my Spotify list and stopped on this track. I was immediately elated as I realized that I recognise the characters and could read them. I searched for other Mandarin songs on my list and find that I know at least one or two of the characters from the song titles. Honestly, I wouldn’t even know this a month ago. Hence, I am happy that I am making very tiny progress in my Mandarin learning.

Mandarin is hard. But I love it. I don’t how some Instagrammers are able to sit their HSK1 exam in just one month. They seem to be doing it independently just based on apps and study materials they found online. Their brain must be sponges. They could be gifted. I can’t even memorize 20 characters without forgetting them again the next day. I am also keen to learn writing the words because I find that, with digital technology, I am using the pen less than usual. Everything is typed out nowadays. So I guess by practising writing Chinese characters, it would keep my fine motor muscles intact alongside optimising my brain activity.

I found out that HSK1 will be changing its format in December. Damn, I just bought the old textbooks up to HSK4. I am that determined. Anyway, I suppose the goal is to just plough through the pages and learn what I can. I am not competing for anything. This is one of those self-learning activities to hinder dementia. InsyaAllah. And perhaps in the long run, I can read nice Chinese storybooks on my own.

A small nugget of thought

Good mental health does not mean you have to be happy all the time. You must allow yourself to feel sad, angry, stressed out etc. This does not mean I am dismissing those with poor mental health status that could stem from feelings of extreme sorrow, rage etc. Everybody’s reaction towards an event varies, and this could be influenced by their previous experience, knowledge and personality.

Just because someone disagrees with you or their line of thoughts differ, it doesn’t mean it’s toxic. Nevertheless, differences in thought and behaviour does stir one’s emotions to a certain point. But always go back to a baseline where you could just sit and ponder the points. Then, take the good points from the confrontation.

I am not the best human being on earth. I am comprised of both positive and negative traits. Like I’ve always believed in – we can be either a villain or a hero in other people’s stories.

Enough

If you live below your means, you will learn to appreciate the simple things in life. Above all, you are preventing yourself from being caught in the never-ending chase for euphoria. If you are able to attain it all, what is stopping you from going beyond? I mean, have you ever come across a movie or real-life event that made you ask, “She has everything; why is she taking drugs?”

When I was a child, eating out at KFC was considered a rare treat. Now that I have kids, having KFC is probably just another dinner meal on a day that this mummy doesn’t feel like cooking. Thus, there is this pressure to go for something more extravagant than KFC to celebrate special occasions. Or perhaps, that would be a time to go back to being simple. Preparing home-cooked meals, serving potlucks and organizing parties at home.

Having life as a pensioner in mind, I am heading in the direction of that. Simple. Not necessarily minimalistic and bland. But living with enough.