Revisiting Some Posts on Mental Health

This past week, work provided a sharp reminder of the importance of mental health, so I wanted to share some old posts on mental health.

First, I want to recap the series from Mental Health Awareness Week.

It was a five-part series. Part 1 was about music I use for mental health. Part 2 discussed chronic pain, while Part 3 addressed productive pain. Part 4 was about treating yourself well.

The series closed out with Part 5 and the importance of social connections. This one was a bit rough because as someone who’s moved 5 times in 14 years as a shy introvert, social connections aren’t the easiest thing to maintain, and I’ve had some important people in my life drift away in the past 18 months. Sometimes there isn’t anything you can do to stop that, and I’m living with the effects of that.

Another mental health post I want to talk about is Productive Unproductivity. For me, it was this idea of making sure I was doing something that was still going to help me along my path in life even when I didn’t feel up to the things I felt I should be doing. This was right before my most recent move and in the midst of a stressful stretch of months as my work and personal lives both went through a bit of upheaval.

I’ve got a few other posts out there about self-care, mental health, etc., but I think the ones listed here are a good starting place.

It’s easy to forget to take care of yourself sometimes. I think it helps to actively think about what you can do to help take care of yourself.

Music and exercise are a big part of what I do for myself, but if that’s not your jam, figure out what is. I’m not sure I’m a believer that everyone needs to be happy, but I think finding a way to be satisfied and live a life of meaning is a wonderful goal. It’s worth investing in yourself so that you can work toward that.


Mental Health Awareness Week Pt. 4: Treat Yo Self

If we’re going to talk about pain, we have to talk about the better side of things. Self-care, recovery, loving kindness, whatever you want to call it. I prefer treat yo self.

This isn’t the first time I’ve talked about recovery and generally treating yourself well. I talk about about yoga, stretching, foam rolling, getting a massage, and, hell, I even talk about reading.

But why? Why is this so important?

Because I don’t want to throw a brick at someone’s head.

You think I’m kidding, but I’m basically a walking, talking rage monster.

And if you’ve been following along this week, I also deal with chronic pain and self-inflicted pain of workouts to help out my mental health (the workouts, not the chronic pain).

If I didn’t do what I could to take care of myself, something would fall off.

Some of the treat yo self is pretty easy to see why it’s important (or at least valuable). I get a massage every month to help loosen up tight muscles (and even if the evidence isn’t 100% there to support this claim, it feels good, and that’s a good enough reason for me). I bought a new bed because I was having trouble sleeping in my old one. I bought refreezable compresses so I could ice achy muscles and joints when I need to (I don’t have an ice machine or trays). I currently have one sitting on my shoulder as I type.

This category is easy though. Something is wrong, and you need to do something nice for yourself to help make it better. Easy peasy.

But even in this easy category, sometimes we forget. My foam roller goes unused too often. We get too busy or money is too tight to go get a massage (I lucked out that I can walk from my office to the MT in a few minutes). And beds are expensive. Even cheap ones, and you probably don’t want the cheap ones.

And then there are the treats that don’t have as much of a one-to-one connection. Sometimes you deserve a piece a cake. You can’t live off salads forever. Well, you probably could, but what would be the point?

How do you justify treating yourself to something that doesn’t show an immediate return on investment? I think sometimes you just have to be nice to yourself. I’m not advocating eating the whole damned cake, I’m talking about a slice. Preferably a small slice.

It’s not sustainable to just deprive yourself, even if you’re depriving yourself of things that aren’t quite good for you.

Caveat: We’re not talking about meth or anything like that. Feel free to just cut yourself off completely from meth. I’m 100% for that.

What I’m talking about is basically cake. Or the occasional Coke. Or a two-hour Sunday nap.

We know these things aren’t necessary, but sometimes the bad thing is what you need in the moment. So enjoy the bad thing when you indulge occasionally (I said occasionally). Go into a mindful moment and slowly eat the cake, drink the Coke, etc. Enjoy it but know it’s temporary and you have to get back to work soon.

And sometimes treat yo self is a prize, a treat, a gift. A happy if you’re from the mid-South.

There are some things that just feel difficult to purchase. I’m cheap and I’d like to think I’m enough of an environmentalist to not want to throw things out before the well and done, but some things don’t work out that way.

I bought a new guitar after the old one just hit a point where wear and tear made it unfun to play. I broke enough pizza cutters over the years that I bought a nice one. Hell, I bought a pizza stone because I kept rusting through pizza pans. I only eat frozen pizzas, and I still have a pizza stone, but it’s made life much easier.

And sometimes that’s what you have to do. Again, I’m cheap and not a fan of buying unnecessary things, but sometimes a purchase is worth it. If you work with tools a lot, a nice toolset is worth it. I don’t. I’m remarkably lazy and have zero interest in fixing and building actual things. A good toolset would make for a nice decoration in my garage.

But I do play guitar more days than not. So having a nice (but not like price of a car nice) guitar makes sense. Something that’s more fun to play because of the craftsmanship that went into it. Man, I wish I had a car-priced guitar. Seriously, how to people afford these things?

So if you have a hobby you’ve engaged in for a long time that you know you’re not quitting or there’s something else that just gets a lot of wear and tear, buy the good stuff. It’s worth it. But don’t buy the Sham Wow or the Nutribullet. Stick to real things, not made for TV things.

It’s ok to treat yourself to these things if they give you true joy. If they make you happy or give you satisfaction, that’s good enough if you can afford it.

And the treat yo self philosophy just comes down to treating yourself well. But this was a bit rambling. Here’s your cliffnotes version:

  • Take care of your body. It’s your first and last weapon against the world.
  • Indulge occasionally. But only occasionally.
  • It’s ok to buy nice things if you’ll actually use them and they’ll bring you joy.

That’s all I have for you today. Tomorrow should see the last post of the Mental Health Awareness Week series, and then I’ll return to my usual schedule of not posting very often.

Let’s Talk About Self-Care

It takes a lot of work to keep me functioning. I don’t mean it takes me a lot of work like it takes a lot of work to maintain a pristine physique (it does require a lot of work, I’m told, but I wouldn’t have any clue about that. Fatty likes his food.). No, I’m talking about the work it takes to maintain basic functionality.

There are a few factors at play that caused this:

  • One, I have back issues. If you’ve never had back issues, I can’t full explain it, but this is what I can tell you: I can’t remember the last time I went 24 hours without any type of pain. I went 8 hours pain-free in August, and it felt like I was on drugs. I was giddy. There are days where I just want to lie down on the floor. They’re rare, but they exist.
  • Two, I’m just injury-prone in general. This is a product of lifestyle, which is brings us to
  • Three, I work a desk job. Desk job’s are great in a lot of ways, but they are also a significant contributor to the decline of physical health of Americans.
  • Four, I have a stressful job. There are more stressful jobs in the world, but I have a “make your own stress” job, which is great because
  • Five, I like to make my own stress. I think A LOT. Most of my hobbies are about getting my brain to shut down or to keep it so focused it’s not running off on its own. Think of my brain like a border collie. Great when it’s focused and the possibility of being a real jerk if it has nothing better to do.

All of this results in me doing a few things just to keep my mind and body in check. Basically, I’m going to run through all of the big and little things I do to stay in one piece. If you find something you’ve never tried, give it a go. Every person has their own needs. These are just the things that help me. You’ll notice a good chunk of them were featured in the Super Awesome Year of Me.


Hey, that’s why we’re here. I run even though I complain about it because it’s necessary. I don’t have a better way to get cardio work in quickly, and cardio’s necessary, especially if I drop from a heart attack and would like to recover.

But in all seriousness, running allows me to burn off the wrong kind of energy, that nervous energy that has zero chance of being productive. Plus, I get a lot of t-shirts.


This is a default for me when I’m overwhelmed. I like to dive into a good book and hide there. Not always the healthiest coping mechanism, but it helps. And if you’re going to engage in an activity for the wrong reason, at least engage in one that’s good for you. And because writers are the biggest bunch of dorks who include the most random bits of information, you also get to learn the most random bits of information. You’re gonna kill it at trivia night.


This is the other reason we’re here. I enjoy writing. I write for a living, but I don’t write fun stuff for a living. I write research papers. Not fun. Interesting but not fun.

This is about fun. This is about taking the time to put thoughts on a screen illuminated by the magic of technology. I can put jokes in here. I can put my thoughts here. And I can (hopefully) stretch my ability as a writer. This blog (and my other blog) are about allowing me to write under the guise of providing useful information for other people.

As a teenager, I wrote a lot. I don’t know what good it did or what good I thought it would do, but I enjoyed writing. Slowly, I got older and wrote less. This was my chance to take some of that back. I’m probably not going to write the next great American novel, but I can still write.


This was the first piece of deliberate self-care I ever engaged in. I was doing most of the others, but I did them for fun. They just happened to be beneficial. I started doing yoga for my back. And it worked. I didn’t know why it worked; it just did.

Later, I would figure out it wasn’t just the stretching and that the core work was a contributor, but it didn’t matter. I found something that worked.

I don’t practice as often as I should, but I’m a yoga convert of 8 years. I don’t believe I’m flushing out toxins or finding (much) inner peace, but my body’s happier when I do yoga, so my brain’s happier too. And when I’m running, yoga’s the only thing that allows me to keep living a normal life.


Not the same as yoga. For those of you keeping score, yoga includes stretching. It is not about stretching. And frankly, sometimes yoga isn’t all that great for stretching. Yoga classes and routines aren’t prescriptions. They don’t help my specific issues. I steal what I learn from yoga for my own use, but I have to do pretty deliberate stretching. At this point, it’s a full-body stretch routine, but I’ve had PTs who gave me specific stretches for back pain and costochondritis. Basically, I do stretches to help me with back pain.


I should have put this caveat in earlier, but just because I enjoy doing something, that doesn’t mean I actually am any good at it. I’ve always enjoyed drawing. If you leave me alone, I’m doodling or making elaborate patterns.

While I always liked it, I didn’t realize what it was doing to my brain. When I did the Super Awesome Month of Drawing, I was a lot more calm after each picture was done. The concentration of drawing was downright meditative.


This one goes two ways. The easiest to see is that I almost constantly have music going. I wake up and turn on Spotify. I have music going all day while I work. My commute has satellite radio. My walk to the office features me wearing earbuds. And of course, I run to a soundtrack now. Music is life.

Really, though, it’s the second aspect that’s most important. I play guitar. I’m not as good about playing every day as I’d like to be, but I play more days than not. Everyone should make music and preferably learn an instrument. It’s something to concentrate on, and if you’re brave, you can even write your own stuff. And that’s pretty damn cool.


And this is the one that has me outside of my comfort zone. I’m not a fan of strangers touching me, especially when I’m wearing almost no clothing. Let’s just not, thanks.

But I had back pain flare up that was lasting more than a week. When I asked the physical therapist what I could do, massage was their best recommendation. So I gave it a try. I went to a n0-frills sports massage place and proceeded to have a stranger make a valiant attempt at making me cry. And it was fantastic.

I was able to go back there one more time before I moved, and then I began my odyssey in Mississippi of finding a good massage. I had to make it to my 3rd location and even then it was my second MT before I found someone I was happy with. Now, every month or two, someone half my size digs their elbows into my back to buy me a few hours of relief.

And the thing I wish I did more of? Meditating.

I do things that hit some of the same points of meditating, but like running being the best cardio I can access, meditating is the best I can do to hit the brain.

5-10 minutes is all I need, and I can’t make myself do it. It’s hard. Trying to focus on your breathing and letting stray thoughts drift on by without dwelling on them is an enormous task as far as I’m concerned. But man, I feel fantastic after a good session. Unfortunately, I can’t stick with it long enough to see if there are long-term benefits. Maybe one day.