If you aren't aware, I have turned 25-years-old recently. It's been over a year as well since I've stayed where I am right now -- living in a mental-health group home, with people of similar MH illness like me. However, while I'm fortunate and grateful of my living arrangement, I am finding myself in a lull of my hometown -- and life in general. Gambling/poker has provided and spurred some excitement in my life, but I'm realizing now that it's going to be a long and tedious grind to chase the EV. The swings and variance is a killer too, even with perfect +EV-making decision-making. I'm sure I'll get better overtime with more study and practice, though the "grind" is brutal. I don't think chasing the EV will ever make me truly happy though. Alongside with all-things-gambling, I've been swindled into becoming a dealer of sorts -- for Texas hold 'them poker and blackjack. It's quite fun and I essentially get paid to socialize and entertain folks at private parties. Sweet gig.
As for the mental-health endeavors, I feel like I would like to wind-down. I've become bored of the discipline. Blah-blah- blah emotion regulation, pre-frontal cortex, cognitive biases, dual-drive theory, etc. I don't know. I feel like I need a new adventure and excitement -- a new chapter in my life. But I don't know what that'll be.
I suppose it's a bittersweet thing now that with supports and helps, I have procured a more stable living environment, peace of mind, and overall more stability. Though, I'm not sure if any of this makes me happy; the lack of chaos. Perhaps I'm discontent with accepting and embracing contentment. I never really had a stable home environment, school environment, nor mental mind. But I have it now. I look back at the challenges and fight with inner and outer worlds and ask; was it worth it? Maybe of my nearly 25 years of existence filled with chaos and disharmony is normalized for me -- that I feel comfortable only in a chaotic world. Perhaps I cannot embrace the idyllic life of peace, harmony, and safeness. Such is the dilemma I face when I'm was at the throes of mental struggle and agony, and being able to clearly reflect back at this juncture of recovery. And can I even call it "recovery" anymore? I just don't know what to make of the newness of this newfound peace and what to do with myself with this tranquil life that has seemingly been marred with such boredom.
Maybe I need to go start a fire. LolStatistics: Posted by freddy — Mon May 15, 2017 11:50 pm
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