Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The Day My Boyfriend Forgot My Name



“Chris? Can you hear me?”
            “Uh….uh huh.”
            “Your dad and I are here.”
            “What?” He looked at me, large hazel eyes drooped with fatigue met mine and confusion overwhelmed his face.
            “Who are you?” He asked. My mouth gaped open, my toes went numb and a faint ringing in my ears felt like it was getting louder.
            “Chris, it’s me. It’s Keri.”
            “Keri? I don’t know a……I don’t know you.”
            The day my boyfriend couldn’t recall who I was would end up being a day I would never forget, and although I fought it as a reason why we went separate ways, the truth is that it was a reason and I am now not ashamed to admit it.

            Click, click, click. One thought preoccupied my mind as I twisted through narrow hallways in Parkland’s ER. These leather high heeled boots are inappropriate. When your boyfriend has a grandmal seizure, you should change your boots into something more sensible. The noise of my heel against the tile was deafening. I reached the second to last room on the right, and entered. Thankful for the blue folding chair that was provided in my absence, I sat down quickly. It was that moment I realized I forgot the item I left the room for—a coffee.
            “Did you know we never went to the moon?” Chris’s father prompted, sitting next to me. I looked at him and blinked.
            “Can you repeat that?” I must have heard him wrong.
            “It’s true, we never went to the moon. It can’t be a conspiracy if it’s true.” I took the opportunity to take in his features and compare them to Chris’s. He was tall like his father, at least 6’6”. They both shared a strong straight nose, full lips and high cheek bones. Chris’s face showed something either of his parents didn’t have—a tiredness that was shellacked to his skin, particularly under his eyes. I often wondered if it was a result of his disease, a manifestation to mark what made him different. When I came back to the conversation, it was futile. Chris’s father had finished and remained silent, sipping something out of a small Styrofoam cup. That, or he knew I wasn’t listening and determined it wasn’t the time.
            I predicted I would be here, waiting for Chris to wake up after ingesting the powerful drugs administrated to him via an IV. I didn’t know I would be here the day after we fought about his medications. His denial of the seriousness of his condition could have fatal consequences. If you don’t take your medication you could have a seizure. If you have a seizure, you might not wake up. That is what his doctors had told him, that is what I told him, and that is what he couldn’t bring himself to face.
            “You know, you don’t have to do this.” Chris’s father stated. I turned to face him as Chris continued to remain unconscious.
            “Don’t have to do what?” I had suspicions he meant being here at the ER since I had already been here for the afternoon experiencing interaction with everyone except for Chris.
            “Be with Chris. Take care of him and oversee his condition. You both are young, you should be out having fun.” Fun?
            “You’re saying I shouldn’t be with him?” I asked with a defensive tone.
            “I’m saying that it doesn’t have to be your job.” Stunned by the proposition of Chris’s father, I decided to not reply, and let my silence end the discussion…..but I mulled over his words.
            One day I woke up with Chris’s father’s thoughts in my head. Chris had since been brought home from the hospital, and I had stayed by his side for a couple days afterward and began to immerse myself back into my school work that I had happily discarded to tend to Chris’s needs. I began to feel resentment towards myself for not taking my school work with me to Chris’s house. Then it dawned on me that as grateful as I was for Chris’s improved health, I was starting to resent him. He still didn’t have a good enough reason to take his medication. He didn’t need it, he didn’t like the side effects, he forgot. He “loved” me and wanted nothing more to take care of me, but he couldn’t take care of himself. How could he take care of me without taking care of himself?

            That was the question that would lead to the end of our relationship. I can choose to be with someone who has an ailment and choose to do everything I can to aleive suffering and to love with everything I am capable of. I am not capable of loving someone who would not do what they have to do to survive and put others before themselves to a point of self-destruction. I would not cause nor condone the self-destruction of a man I deeply cared for. 

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Why Practice Introspection?



This time last year, I was unaware of the term introspection, what it means to be introspective or how it could benefit my life. It wasn't until I had help seeking methods of coping with anxiety that I was enlightened to a new way of understanding myself (or at least the practice of understanding what makes me me). Writing this out, it sounds narcissistic to ponder what makes up my personality, but introspection when practiced correctly is not narcissistic-- it's liberating.

Anxiety can be brought on by triggers. They are different from one individual to the next. Even though I have experienced anxiety since childhood, my triggers remain unknown. Introspection, I was told, can be used as a tool to identify them. This made sense to me, because knowing myself would include knowing what caused me to become anxious--and more importantly-- knowing the behavioral patterns that led to my panic or anxiety attack. 

I am aware not everyone is as neurotic as I am, which is why I'm going to point out other benefits introspection can provide. Raising awareness to introspection as a tool in everyday life can't be successful on my part if I can't emphasize the importance of introspection to others like and unlike myself and what can be gained from it.

So, what can everyone achieve through introspection?

1. Become definite in your own morals, values and ideas.
2. Pinpoint how your emotions fuel your actions and reactions.
3. Learn to shut down negative thoughts before they grow into self-destructive thought patterns.
4. Heighten sensory awareness (learn to view the world as it is instead of withdrawing into selfish tunnel vision due to constantly over-thinking).
5. Achieve a sense of peace with who you are (flaws included), because you understand why you do the things that you do.
6. Induce self-preservation (for the sensitive soul).
7. Heal old wounds that have played a repetitive role in your relationships.
8. Strengthen your ability to meditate, which can diffuse anger and enhance focus.
9. Harness the capability to be alone with your thoughts and not become bored or easily discouraged.
10. Build confidence resulting in refined communication with those around you.


I will not lie to you, introspection takes practice and can feel awkward at first. We are asked to look deeper into ourselves in hopes of possibly uncovering a new truth that adds to the complexity of us as human beings. This may seem intimidating, and I am here to vouch that introspection is the farthest thing from that. With all the benefits you could gain, (that I have only begun to touch upon) isn't it time you gave it a try? 

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Introspection (Definition) - "Describes the act of thinking about your own actions or inner thoughts. When you examine what you do, say, think or feel and how it affects your life and the lives of others, that's introspection."

~Courtesy of Vocabulary.com