You Can Suffer Physically From Procrastinating

I would like to contribute my own bit of information to help spread awareness of the well-being of mental health. Yesterday was Mental Health Awareness Day, and I know as a sufferer of OCD that even the slightest things in our lives come out with a large impact.

Today in my English lesson I was writing a Gothic Narrative. I had write up about 100 drafts in the process of getting it to where I want it to be, and it still isn’t yet there. I found some really interesting information about how procrastination isn’t actually linked to perfectionism, but to a grudge of an emotional ‘waterfall’. I can say myself that I am very restraint of procrastination and hold a strong shield before it. Yet, it isn’t the same for all of us…

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Chronic procrastinators often hold misconceptions about why they procrastinate and what it means, psychologists have discovered. Many chronic procrastinators believe they can’t get started on a task because they want to do it perfectly. Yet studies show chronic procrastination isn’t actually linked to perfectionism, but rather to impulsiveness, which is a tendency to act immediately on urges.

People may assume anxiety is what prevents them from getting started, yet data from many studies show that for people low in impulsiveness, anxiety is the cue to get going. Highly impulsive people, on the other hand, shut down when they feel anxiety. Impulsive people are believed to have a harder time dealing with strong emotion and want to do something else to get rid of the bad feeling.

Some people claim they purposely leave things to the last minute because they work better under stress, but true procrastinators get stressed out by the delay. It’s arguable whether the quality of their work is actually better than if they had started earlier.

I can’t leave possibly leave things a day after the activity has been set, and this is why often my mind is like a roasted peanut. I get told of for being such a ‘perfectionist’.

And clearly I may be a procrastinator?

I hope you have a great weekend.

 

The Clouds in My Head | Poem

Dark and grey,

It was a cloudy day.

I couldn’t see through it.

It was in my head.

 

Light and blue,

A cloud or two.

I couldn’t see depression.

It was in my head.

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Heavy and yellow,

Clouds like marshmallow.

I couldn’t see around it.

It was in my head.

 

No, I couldn’t see through it. 

It was in my head. 

My head has no eyes yet the ones that face forward.

Because you’re never in front, I can’t see behind.

I’m not losing the race for the one who’s blind.

1 Minute Motivation | Read And Relax

It’s okay.

No, really. It’s okay if you’re not feeling 100 percent today. Nobody feels like they can conquer the world all the time. But you know what’s not okay? Wallowing. You have to get back up. You have to try. People depend on you, whether they’re your friends, your family or your old neighbour who always needs help carrying her groceries. (You depend on you, too, by the way.) So how can you get your mojo back and stand face into the wind? Maybe you don’t have time to read all those great inspirational books everybody keeps recommending to you. But you have five minutes to read a poem. Maybe even less than 5 minutes. Here are 3 amazing poems in acsending order of ‘greatness’.

“Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he

That every man in arms should wish to be?

—It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought

Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought

Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:

Whose high endeavours are an inward light

That makes the path before him always bright;

Who, with a natural instinct to discern

What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;

Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,

But makes his moral being his prime care;

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,

And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!…” 

“Go placidly amid the noise and haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;

and listen to others,

even the dull and the ignorant;

they too have their story…” View Full Version

“Did you tackle that trouble that came your way

With a resolute heart and cheerful? 

Or hide your face from the light of day

With a craven soul and fearful? 

Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce, 

Or a trouble is what you make it, 

And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts, 

But only how did you take it?…” View Full Version

*The order of these poems is based on research and polls from over the USA.*

Have a wonderful week!

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No Friends, No Friends When I Need Them

It’s so good to be back! After a week of camp (specifically Guide camp) I am more than exhausted. A week where I didn’t write at all, I just filled up the majority of my sketchbook! Haha, I do have a lot to talk about, but the way of saying those things is hard. I can never find the right words when I need them. Today I’m going to talk about friendship – and who I want to be.

I want to be good friend, I want to be able to shut out the people who don’t care about me anymore. And I want to loosen up, be perfectly not OCD. 

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Sketch By “Kitty Jade”

According to my two closest friends, I am ‘too’ kind. I accept cows and chickens in my life because I am kind, but this is wrong. If I’m nice to everyone I’m torturing myself, not allowing myself pure and comfortable friendships.

This is why it’s hard, for me, to let go. I can’t let go of these people I used to love. Used to love. They broke the friendship, about a million times, before there isn’t even a chance left. I yesterday watched Jessie Paege’s ‘How To Survive Back To School With No Friends” video, and she talked about encouraging yourself to open up, when I need to encourage myself to close down.

I am silently bullied, by this torture. Every kind hand I give out, I get nothing back. I don’t expect to get something back from being kind, but I expect happiness. That’s not what happens.

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Sketch By “Kitty Jade”

I have one brilliant, amazing, Whovian bestie. I barely see her, which hurts – but at least she left the school before more pressure could be conducted. She’s safe. I’m broken.

Please tell me if you have any ideas, tricks or tips to help me let go. I would gladly appreciate it.

All the love and support, 

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There’s No Right Or Wrong | In My Opinion

One line a day just writing something weird, bad or good. Weird bad. Weird good. But life’s like that. All weird. It’s a struggle to ever find ‘normal’. I often debate if ‘normal’ exists. Average. We should replace it with average. In society there’s right and wrong. In the world there’s average.

So what exactly is right, and wrong?

There’s no right or wrong in anything we do. There are laws and priciples set for right and wrong, so that’s why you may be thinking ‘but what if there was a murder?’ (this is going to be our example).

A murder can be seen by the murderer as right, and by the people as wrong. Take for instance someone killing your best friend. You would hate that. You wouldn’t forgive the murderer right away, if at all, becasue your best friend means the world to you. He/she is a brilliant person – that’s why he/she’s your friend.

Then we have the murderer. This guy/girl must have a reason for killing the person. Because otherwise he/she would be too afraid to shoot. Or maybe this murder was set up, and the murderer didn’t want to pull the trigger, but was forced too. Peer pressure. We, however, are not making this complicated. The murder was by intention of a woman alone. (now I have no problem with pro-nouns).

I’m still getting carried away, so back to the point. There is no right or wrong. An opinion is an opinion.

All of us would have said ‘it’s not right to kill’. But if you were in this woman’s shoes you would have different perspective. We must respect this person’s choice. 

Same as if you were to get married. Some people believe it is wrong to marry. Some say it’s a vital part of life (‘grow up, get a job, have a family’ people). and these people have there reason’s to belive this. We each have a different opinion.

So because of this, I will have many disagreements. But that’s my point. And there’s no right or wrong in my opinion (my opinion).

Thanks for sticking until the end, I think I’ve ran out of things to say today! Don’t forget to like and comment (or dislike and tell me what to improve). 

Have a wonderful week!

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