Carter

We have been friends ever since I can remember. We were best friends from the very first moment we saw each other in kindergarten and continued ever since. Everything went smooth until we hit the age of seven. That was the time, when Carter started doing these weird things. It all started one afternoon during a lesson. Out of nowhere he started shouting “Boooooring” and doing this plopping sound with his lips, followed with a wild jerk of his head. The teacher lost it, he got so mad, that Carter was disrespecting his lecture, that he kicked him out of the classroom. But unlike anyone else in the room, I knew that something was wrong. Carter was a quiet introvert, who would never do such a thing. His facial expression was showing, that he was desperate and very confused as the rest of us.

For the rest of the week, Carter didn’t show up to school. Apparently, he continued doing those weird gestures even at home and when being told off, he admitted that he had no control and it caused him tremendous discomfort and exhaustion to try to suppress it. His parents fortunately believed him and took him to a hospital… there he was diagnosed with Tourette’s syndrome.

Growing up was not easy. All our friends were slowly avoiding us, one by one. Nobody wanted to have anything in common with that weird guy that was shouting random things or doing wild hand gestures. Nonetheless, I stayed. I never left his side. For some stupid reason, nobody was able to comprehend what an extraordinary person Carter was. Our favourite activity was to watch movies and different TV series. We had always the subtitles on, so we wouldn’t be disturbed if he did some noise – that was when I discovered that reading had an interesting effect on him, and calmed him down to some extent. I started bringing him comics and bunch of fantasy and sci-fi books. He loved it. In fact he loved it so much that most of his vocal tics started being references from those different comics and TV series. There is nothing more hilarious than when we are walking down the street and he starts shouting “To the Batmobile!” or “Heeeere’s Johnny!” or “Why so serious?” and many more. He never failed to make me laugh and he was glad to have someone to be laughing with him and not at him. Not everybody though was so nice. Many people were giving him weirded out looks, even offended. They thought he was a freak. He was unable to keep quiet for a long period of time, so school became very hard for him and let’s face it, other kids are very judgemental towards people who are different. Eventually it got even to the always positive Carter. It started slowly. He became frustrated, scared and later on very depressed. I watched him every day be more and more sad, as if a piece by piece he was dying. His ticks started to be more rude, which made him more anxious, which made him tick even more. I tried to be there for him, to support him, to cheer him up, but it wasn’t enough.

One day he didn’t come to school and I wasn’t able to reach him on his phone. I became very worried. He was capable of anything at this point, despite the loving support of me and his family. The outside world just overpowered the good and placed him in a dark hole, out of which he couldn’t get out. Anxiously I left school early and hurried over to his flat. We were twenty at that time.

I tried to ring the doorbell, but nobody was answering. I had this bad feeling, so I stopped messing around and fair and square threw a stone in his living room and climbed in. I got some very bad cuts, but I couldn’t care less. I searched most of the house, until finally, I found him on the bathroom door, crying his eyes out, holding a closed tube of pills. I sat next to him and hugged him. We didn’t speak, just sat there.

After this incident, I decided it was time to do something. I found a local group meeting with people suffering from Tourette’s syndrome and brought Carter there. He was amazed. All those people were like him, they accepted him and they loved him as much as I did. He finally found a place where he belonged and discovered that he wasn’t alone. We started attending regularly and even found out that in the group was a professional comedian. We attended one of his performances and I could see, that a new spark appeared in Carter’s eyes. Finally he could see that there was a way, that he could live happily and at last he was able to see himself as I saw him all those years… as an extraordinary human being, that everybody should be jealous of, because nobody was even close as awesome as he was.

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The many sides of self-evaluation

There are nights when you perfectly know what to do, you don’t even think about it. You are occupied and later on you wonder how it is possible that it’s midnight already and you have to go to bed. But tonight is not one of those nights. My boyfriend is out late studying with his classmates for an exam and I’ve got the room to myself (there are six of us in an apartment and we are divided into twos for one rom…). Never before have I realized how big part of my life he plays…. Like seriously, I was like “yoo I’ll finish reading The Jungle and it’s gonna be a chill night” but somehow that didn’t exactly work out. I found myself tired as a puppy and I’m in a part where it’s all about politics and I just couldn’t no more. There started the part of the evening where I didn’t know what to do whatsoever… like that we get to this very moment, where I’m sitting in a dark room lit by a dying candle and flickering fairy-lights, listening to Backstreet boys and not having any clue what to do. It’s not like I don’t have stuff to do… I actually want to do a lot of things, but somehow I’m missing inspiration… it is a strange feeling, like everything is transparent and there’s missing something, but I’m unable to grasp what it is. I wouldn’t say that I need to be with friend somewhere right now… actually quite the opposite. I feel like I’ve lost myself a little. The only time nowadays I actually get into deep thoughts about my life and future is, when I am on a tram, going to the city. To be fair, that half an hour ride can get pretty depressing. But it’s like I’ve forgotten how to be alone. I used to read so many books, I just to draw on daily basis, I used to write stories… and now… now I don’t and I’m very confused and I don’t know what happened. I want to be creative, I want to do things, but it’s like something’s holding me back. I’m without both inspiration and motivation. The last two months it’s all about school and exam period and entrance exams and I’m getting sick of it. I want to step up my game, I want to be productive, I want to learn things that might be actually useful to me and my future. I can tell that to myself million times and still when I don’t have school work to do, I do nothing at all as the lazy shit I am… Well this turned pretty petty and it shouldn’t have so let’s bright it up a little. It’s all about the baby steps… I’m actually exploring new things, I am writing at least something even though it’s not stories but blog posts, I’m slowly learning the art of photography, I did stay true to my resolution and I’m reading more and what is my biggest milestone yet I think is, that I managed to pass all my exams and faced responsibility and adulthood and didn’t break down… that’s a start right? People, myself included, tend to see things from the darker side, however we should learn to see the positives more, to recognize the little steps and don’t stoop our shoulders. There’s always hope for everybody, even though you might not recognize it right away.

Christmas depression

It’s that time of the year again and as the past few Christmases, I find myself sitting in my room all by myself at one in the morning feeling awfully depressed and lonely.  And what’s even weirder, it somehow happened that this year I’m in a happy relationship. So why am I lonely you ask? Well the thing is that normally I live with my boyfriend, but his father lives in another country and his mother couldn’t have survived Christmas without her sons, so his whole family gathered in Poland and I myself stayed with my family in my hometown. Sure, I shouldn’t be feeling this shitty, but the thought that tomorrow (Christmas eve) I have to endure the whole day watching my happy sister with her boyfriend and my mom with her now husband just drives me nuts. Even my Grinch father, who doesn’t celebrate Christmas since the divorce, is actually celebrating this year with his new girlfriend. All that leaves me all by myself, being the third wheel to all those happy couples that want to spend the holidays together and don’t really care about me.
I shouldn’t be depressed. I have a loving boyfriend, happy family… yet I guess the only thing I really wanted was to be with my boyfriend on Christmas… more than I admitted myself. But you know I couldn’t have possibly asked him not to visit his family… Even though for once I really want to be selfish and have him here.
I always do so much for others… I like to make people happy and bring them joy, I’ll do whatever it takes at the moment to make somebody happy and still I don’t feel like others are trying to make me happy. I tried to burry my unhappiness with new things, such as a new book that I wanted for quite some time now, that would bring me joy and it actually worked for some time… However, the one AM Christmas loneliness was inevitable I guess and I don’t know what to do. And I don’t think it’s just Christmas… my birthday and New Year’s Eve are coming soon and it somehow all turned out very complicated and not planned properly… I’m not even looking forward to it and when I imagine that New Year’s Eve used to be my favourite day of the year… It’s just all so wrong and not at all as I wanted it to be, I should be used to it by now I guess, but I still keep my hopes up, which kicks me in the teeth every single year, causing me to feel pretty shitty even in this marry season.

I hope your Christmas turned out better for you and that you had a good one. I’ll be good as new once this is all over and till then, I’ll try to keep my spirits up and hopefully get some joy too. Have yourself a merry little Christmas 🙂