Rediscovering my Sense of Adventure

Ever since I experienced misophonia at about 10 years old, I forgot a lot about who I was. Over the years, misophonia consumed my life and my identity. I felt dreary, angry, and irritated almost all of the time.

I remember trying to combat these negative emotions I was feeling at misophonia’s early stages. Some of these ways were less than healthy. I became isolated, more to myself than I usually was, and dreaded outings.

As I learned to live with this neurological disorder, I’ve developed healthier ways to cope. I’ve described some of these on my blog: eating better and exercising to name a few. Other things I do are wear earplugs, headphones, practice deep breathing exercises, and learning to walk away when I feel overwhelmed.

But because of this new way of living, I forgot my true identity. And I’m only now rediscovering it.Well, at least a part of it. I used to be adventurous. I used to love climbing, whether it be on mountains, rock climbing gyms, climbing up poles, you name it. Hiking is also something I used to love, and I want to do it more. I loved camping, too. My dad had taken me camping once when I was little, and I remembered how fun it was. Recently, I went camping again with my boyfriend and some of his other friends and brothers, and it was absolutely fantastic. Additionally, I have a newfound love for geocaching. My boyfriend introduced the idea to me, and we did it, and it was really fun. I hope we do it again soon.

But I also realized that I really, really want to travel. I want to see new places, discover new cultures, see beautiful views, camp in beautiful areas, climb and hike…and then of course, at the end of the day, relax and enjoy a quiet evening. My boyfriend’s a climber. He’ll climb anything. And he also likes camping, and doing outdoorsy fun things. And it’s because of the way he is that I’ve rediscovered this sense of adventure in myself. I have him to thank for helping me, when he probably didn’t even know it.

That’s not to say that my misophonia is not a daily thing for me to deal with anymore, because it is. Rediscovering this about myself didn’t magically make my misophonia go away, but I’ve learned something truly worthwhile. Misophonia is a part of me, but it is not who I am. Truth be told, I already knew this, but something about being with my boyfriend has helped me actually believe it.

Misophonia is a part of me, but it is not who I am.

See you next week!

Comments

  1. Dealman says:

    Very interesting post share.

  2. Vlad says:

    So freakin’ true! I also have a rough past — a rough childhood that wasn’t really triggered by my family but because of the kids in school that were around me.

    Even to this day, I’m 20 years old, I still just sit, think and reflect back on those days and I feel like the part of my life that was supposed to be the best has been drained and just threw out of the window. But it is what it is and we shouldn’t let the past consume the present — what happened then is what made me who I am today and I’m proud. It is a part of me and my past, but it’s not who I am.

    Loveeed the post! <3

    1. Thank you so much!
      You’re right, what happens to us in the past makes us who we are in the present, hopefully for the better. 🙂 I’m glad you’re proud.

  3. Anthony Davis says:

    I know what you mean about feeling like you’ve lost your identity. I am trying to reclaim mine as well. I feel like this and my other illnesses have robbed me of so much in life, especially robbed me of the best parts of who I am, or now, who I once was. I hope that I am still able to be the real me again and that I can recapture that and keep it. I’m just so exhausted all the time. It’s super hard to find the time and the energy to try to enjoy life. There are too many people out there who bring me down with their ignorant hurtfulness. I just do my best to keep my head above water.

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