losing your motivation and your passion
Not feeling motivated for a little bit was normal throughout my life, specially in moments I was busier and did not have the power to focus on my favourite hobbies. But then I’d go back to have a lot of hobbies I was interested in.
In the last years, I feel like that lack of motivation has become a permanent thing in my life, and I’m not sure how to get it back or if I’ll be able to get it back.
I miss who I once was and how much more passionate I was about life. Any tips on how to get it back, let me know.
I don’t like how they (doctors? the public?) throw around diagnoses of mental affliction like, oh you have major depressive disorder now because it meets OUR definition. I think all these conditions are temporary, and can be combated.
However, it’s a hell of a fight. Mostly because, maybe you are like me, it seems, I had no idea what to do.
I guess, to admit it, I am on pills. Including Wellbutrin, a non-SSRI antidepressant. I’m not implying you should see a psychiatrist. Just sharing.
Hydrating turned out to be pretty darn important for me. I thought I was drinking too much water because I was peeing all the time, but turned out to feel better in my body and skin I had to drink even __more__. So I drink maybe 15 cups of water a day. The doctor-recommended minimum is 8.
I think the general idea here is to enjoy natural things as much as possible. Non-synthetic food, parks and forests and trails, and water–lots.
But this is all pedantic and doesn’t strike the striving romantic’s bells in the right spot. I acknowledge that.
One of the strange, difficult things I had to get used to, was to either deal with the reality that I had to do extreme things to feel better (write nasty things on my personal blog in order to vent, clean the house spotlessly, etc.), or to accept the orthogonal reality that I could not accomplish some extreme things (like throwing my computer throw the window of my 2nd story bedroom and letting gravity smash it against the ground in the courtyard, again, to vent). Some things are not feasible. Unless you really can deal with the consequences of your actions, sometimes self-inhibition is the only way.
Now that strikes the striving romantic’s bell in just the WRONG spot. Limitations? Inhibition? That was the problem to begin with!
I don’t know. You’ll have to do some digging and figure out what works for you. Sometimes you will have to do seemingly irrational things, though they aren’t bad for any logical reason.
Hope this provides a little context.
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