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Your description brings back memories of my own past. I used to have serious internal conflicts, too, and every day was a painful experience.
At that time, I kept a diary in which I berated myself every day. I complained that I hadn't studied hard enough and had wasted my time. I also tried to deal with my inexplicable feelings of loss that day. I attempted to overcome my emotions with reason. By persistently berating and blaming myself every day, I finally stopped. I gave up the habit of keeping a diary.
Once I stopped keeping a diary, I was no longer in contact with the person who had caused me secondary harm. However, I still experienced negative emotions such as depression and discomfort during the day. When I had time, I reflected on why I was suffering and why I was sad. I was able to identify the reasons behind my unwell feelings, whether it was a mistake I made today, time wasted on the phone or computer, or even unpleasant memories of my family. These factors could contribute to my bad mood on any given day.
To change and make life more fulfilling, I plan every day in great detail. I wake up at 7:30, go to bed at 11:00, and arrange every time period and even when to go to the toilet and drink water. Looking at the full schedule, I feel happy and joyful.
However, when it came to implementation, I either procrastinated and nothing got done, or I made one mistake after another and ended up watching my schedule turn into a joke.
Additionally, I sought solace in books about success and "chicken soup for the soul" literature. The authors' excellent writing and passionate stories inspired me, giving me strength and motivation to get started. However, that passion and enthusiasm waned on the way back to the dormitory. I still lacked the knowledge and skills to address the challenges I faced in real life, and the quotes I had read or written down didn't provide much guidance when I encountered practical problems.
I endured a long period of pain and struggle, and I also believed I had a serious mental illness. At that time, I sought to gain others' understanding by destroying myself, in exchange for their guilt or understanding. Sometimes I would wake up crying in my dreams, in which I suddenly accomplished my own liberation. As I wished, I saw the unbearable pain on other people's faces.
I didn't do it (and I'm still alive to prove it). I found another way to destroy myself—I dropped out of school. When I sent my school things home, my parents learned of my intention to drop out of school, and the worst conflict between me and my parents broke out. I finally saw their sad tears and finally revealed the suffering I had been through.
Once I was understood, I was able to redirect some of my self-destructive energy. I stopped obsessing over destroying myself and started seeing reality in the future. I carefully considered my decision and took advantage of the opportunity given by my family to continue my unfinished studies.
After returning to school, I read a lot of books. In those two years, I read nearly a hundred books. It was also then that I started to get in touch with psychology. I quickly realized that psychology is a practical and effective field of study. It provides actionable insights that can help people make changes in their lives. By studying psychology-related knowledge, I also learned why it doesn't work to write in a diary to scold yourself or reflect on the causes of emotions. Writing in a diary or reflecting on negative emotions is a futile exercise. It's a form of rumination that perpetuates negative emotions. Perceiving negative emotions over and over again is no wonder that they keep lingering.
But after learning about psychology, I've also become confused. I'm not sure if I've ever had a serious mental illness because a diagnosis cannot be based solely on one's subjective imagination or a simple psychological scale test. However, if I were to receive psychological treatment at that time, I would probably be diagnosed. After all, Rosenhan had admitted seven normal people into a psychiatric hospital for four years without the hospital noticing. To put it even more exaggeratedly, there are not many "psychologically normal people" in modern society!
After all this, I want to be clear about one thing:
"You're not alone. This problem has happened to other people before, and it will happen to other people in the future. You understand your emotions and can reflect on them. You have your own thoughts about life, and that's good.
Your distress is a result of our improper handling of common adolescent emotional issues. Believe in yourself and the future, and you will overcome these problems. There is no need to worry.
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Furthermore, we can and should make some adjustments and changes from now on, for example:
1. Replace detailed plans with routines. People don't feel burdened by eating and washing every day because they are part of our daily lives. For the things we want to do, we can also treat them as a routine that needs to be done every day. Just do them every day, miss them occasionally, and continue to do them tomorrow. Just like my previous persistence in reading and my current persistence in meditation, they are just part of our daily lives.
2. Stop internal conflict and focus on the parts that are going well. I am telling you this, and you will unconsciously think of pink elephants. This is how the human brain works.
Similarly, when we tell ourselves not to be sad, angry, or upset, our minds receive the information that we are, in fact, sad, angry, and upset. These instructions are the opposite of what we want to achieve, so we must consider how to make ourselves feel better.
3. Avoid temptation. Self-control, like energy, is a resource that can be depleted. If we waste a lot of self-control during the day fighting the urge to play with our phones, we often can't control ourselves from doing it at night. This does not make us a person with poor self-control. It simply means that our self-control is "low" after a day of use.
4. Don't label. Those who label themselves and others have a relatively "lazy" brain. They are too lazy to pay attention to individual differences and use simple classification criteria to distinguish between individuals. This makes them think and analyze the reasons behind other people's actions less, so that they simply live with prejudices against themselves or others.
5. Focus on concrete things instead of daydreaming. If staying up late makes you feel uncomfortable, think about effective ways to go to bed early. Don't dwell on the negative consequences of staying up late or why you want to stay up late.
If you want to put down your phone and go to bed early, set an alarm for 11:30 pm. When the alarm goes off, get up, take a sip of water, put down your phone, and then lie down to go to sleep. Setting an alarm is not enough.
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I can totally relate to feeling overwhelmed in junior three. It's like there are so many things on my mind, and even though I try to plan everything out carefully, I end up procrastinating and then feel guilty for not following through. The pressure gets to me too when I haven't slept well, fearing it will affect how much I can focus in class. Staying up late does seem to fog up my brain a bit. My emotions swing from highs to lows, where playing basketball can make the world seem perfect, but if things don't go as planned, it feels like the world is closing in on me. I know using my phone too much doesn't help, yet giving it up seems impossible because it's such a big part of what makes me happy. Sometimes I question my own intelligence and abilities, wondering if I'm good enough or if I'm just fooling myself into thinking I'm smart. It's hard to find balance between looking down on those who struggle more than I do and feeling inadequate compared to others who seem to breeze through everything.
Sometimes I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders during junior three. Despite having lots of ideas and being detailed in planning, I always fall short by delaying tasks and then berating myself for it. A bad night's sleep before school sends me spiraling into worry about not being able to concentrate in class. I dread the thought of becoming less sharp due to lack of sleep. Emotionally, I ride a rollercoaster daily; basketball brings joy and hope, while failure leaves me wanting to withdraw from everything. I recognize that my phone addiction plays a significant role in this cycle, yet the thought of life without it scares me as it feels like losing a piece of myself. Intellectually, I waver between doubting my capabilities and believing I could achieve anything, often measuring my worth against famous figures.
It's tough being in junior three with all these thoughts swirling around. No matter how organized I try to be, I end up putting things off and then regretting it. If I didn't get quality sleep, I convince myself I won't be able to keep up in class the next day. I worry about how staying up impacts my smarts. My mood changes drastically, one moment enjoying basketball and seeing beauty in the world, the next moment feeling lost and hopeless. Phone usage definitely affects me, but cutting back feels like an unbearable loss. I have moments where I doubt my intelligence and other times where I think I can conquer anything. I compare myself to great people to motivate myself, but sometimes it just makes me feel worse.
Junior three has been a whirlwind of anxiety for me. I have grand ideas and put effort into planning, only to delay and later criticize myself harshly. Not sleeping well before school days really messes with my confidence in paying attention. I fear that pulling allnighters will dull my mind. My moods shift dramatically, from finding joy in sports to feeling bleak when plans fail. I acknowledge my excessive phone use is problematic, but quitting feels like removing a source of happiness from my life. I vacillate between underestimating and overestimating my intellectual capacity, using notable figures as benchmarks for my aspirations.
In junior three, the stress was immense. My head buzzed with thoughts, and despite meticulous planning, I kept pushing things off, leading to selfblame. Poor sleep before school made me dread not being able to focus. I feared that staying up would make me less sharp. My emotional state fluctuated wildly; basketball brought lightness, while setbacks felt dark. I recognized my phone habit contributed to my struggles, but letting go seemed to strip away a vital part of my happiness. I questioned whether I had the brains to succeed academically, yet also believed I could handle anything, often setting high standards for myself based on celebrated individuals.