I’m sitting here at my desk, staring at a blank screen while my cursor blinks like it’s mocking me. I keep writing blog posts that end up in my drafts folder, which just sit there, never finished.
This isn’t writer’s block. It’s something deeper. Avolition has wrapped its cold fingers around my motivation, squeezing until nothing remains but hollow intentions. Living with schizoaffective disorder means I experience avolition; basically, it steals my motivation. It can stick around for a while, sometimes, like this time, way too long.
My Life’s Perfect Storm
Let me give you an idea of what my life looks like right now…
Tasks keep adding up on my to-do list. Unfinished content for Mind in Pieces sits unfinished in their drafts folders. My room and cupboards are cluttered with things that need to be sorted. Things like the growing pile of documents on my desk that I need to deal with, and there are groups of random items lying around my room that need to be packed away (I call it “organized chaos”, but let’s be honest, it’s just chaos). The unread count of emails in my inbox keeps increasing. I’m 40% through an online course that I haven’t touched in weeks, just like my social media accounts and this blog; even longer!
I have all these ideas for things I want to create, but they just swirl around in my mind like leaves in the autumn wind, and the wind is not calming down.
The cruel irony cuts the deepest: everyone says action is the antidote to stagnation. “Just do something,” they say. “Start small, do something, anything,” they encourage. But how do you try to when even that feels impossible?
Life doesn’t care that I’m struggling with my mental health. I’ve been taking care of other people while I can barely take care of myself. Every day demands that I pour from my cup that’s barely got drops left. Love keeps me going, but love doesn’t magically fill up my empty cup.
I’m also dealing with grief. Losing family or friends, anyone important, really, changes everything, especially when guilt adds another layer to its complexity, like someone dimmed the lights on life. Even simple things in life feel heavier when you’re carrying that kind of sadness. I’m trying to move forward on this path I am navigating, but the ground is unsteady, and I’m afraid that I’ll fall at any second.
I’m trying to “protect my peace,” you know; the trendy way to say I am setting boundaries, but honestly? It’s exhausting. Saying no to people, or at least trying to, requires energy, energy I don’t possess.
My lack of motivation is getting worse because of all these things. Each new stress adds another brick to the high wall in my path that I just can’t climb over. I find myself wondering: is this a typical low period, or something different? I don’t think I’m depressed; it just doesn’t feel quite like it. This feels more like… emptiness. It’s as if someone scooped out the part of me where motivation used to live.
Inside My Scattered Brain
My anxiety has been through the roof lately. Everything feels too loud, too bright; it’s all just too much. Overstimulation crashes over me in waves, keeping me from finishing many things that I start because concentrating is just impossible.
My thoughts jump around like a kid on a sugar rush. I’ll start thinking about organizing my workspace, then remember I need to order groceries, which reminds me about that email I should send, which makes me think about calling the dentist to reschedule my appointment, which… You get the picture. No single thought sticks long enough for me to get anything done.
Self-care is on my to-do list, and I know it is something I should be doing. Meditation would help. Exercise could reset my system. Getting enough sleep would clear my mind. Yet I neglect doing any of these things, and then I beat myself up for the neglect. But I keep skipping these things, then feeling guilty about skipping them.
Everything around me pulls my attention, becoming a distraction. Every notification, every conversation, every small problem fragments my already scattered attention. I’m just trying to focus, and it’s hard to when many things are demanding my immediate attention.
The cycle becomes clear: I can’t focus, and that leads to neglected self-care, which makes focusing even harder. Round and round it goes, just getting worse and worse.
My Routine is in Ruins (And I Need It Back)
Structure used to be my lifeline, even if it it were not so… structured. It was better than having no direction in life. Sticking to a routine made it easier to manage my schizoaffective symptoms. Morning rituals like having a cup of iced coffee, work blocks, and evening wind-downs; these weren’t just habits, they were survival tools. They kept my mental health stable.
Now? That routine is just about completely shot. Life has bulldozed through my carefully constructed routine. Although it was not perfect and I didn’t stick to it exactly as much as I would like to, I still had some structure, which helped my mental health.
Without routine, everything falls apart; my symptoms get worse. I sleep weird hours. I forget to eat regular meals. Work becomes hit-or-miss. Things that keep me steady just… disappear.
I know exactly what would help – getting back to a routine – but everything happening in my life makes that nearly impossible right now. I need structure to function at my best, but life right now is making it nearly impossible to achieve.
I can see the solution clearly, but seeing it and actually doing it are completely different things.
Living in My Uncertain Reality
I wake up every morning not knowing what the day will throw at me. You could say that uncertainty has become a constant companion of mine. Plans feel pointless when everything keeps changing. How do you start anything when your life feels like it’s built on quicksand?
This uncertainty feeds right into my lack of motivation. Why start something important when it might all change tomorrow? The logical part of my brain knows this thinking is messed up, but logic doesn’t help when you feel like you are lost with no compass to guide you.
Everything feels distant lately. I’m going through the motions without really being present. It’s like watching my life happen to someone else. Even just simple tasks feel impossible, even when they’re really not that hard to do.
Not knowing what comes next in my life sits on my chest like a heavy weight. I’ve been through this before, but it always feels brand new when you’re in it. Past victories don’t mean much when you’re struggling in the present.
But somewhere under all this heaviness, a small voice reminds me that I’ve survived this before and I’ll get through this. That voice gets quieter each passing day, but it’s still there. Maybe that’s enough for now.
I’m Struggling, But I Will Overcome This
Let me be completely honest: I’m not okay right now. I’m not going to sugar-coat it; some days feel like walking through thick mud while carrying rocks. Moving forward seems impossible, but I keep trying.
Yet here I am, writing these words. Even when I can’t finish other things, something made me want to share this story. Maybe that counts as action, even if it doesn’t feel like much.
Hope feels complicated when everything seems impossible. I’m running out of energy to keep acting like I’m okay while I’m around other people, but I’m still here, I’m still holding on.
This blog post is a small win. While other projects sit unfinished, these words were written despite my brain fighting me. That has to mean something, right?
Maybe overcoming avolition this time doesn’t look like I thought it would. Maybe it’s not about beating this thing with big, dramatic actions. Maybe it’s just about showing up anyway, even when showing up feels pointless.
What I’ve learned: Maybe the Antidote Isn’t What I Think It Is
I started writing this blog post in hopes of finding clear answers to how I am going to overcome my lack of motivation this time. Instead, I’m sitting with questions and somehow feeling okay about not knowing everything. Maybe that’s today’s lesson.
Getting these words down became its own kind of action. While I couldn’t start those other projects, couldn’t tidy my room, couldn’t finish that course – I could do this. Sometimes the smallest step is the only one you can take.
To my future self reading this: remember that just surviving is victory enough some days. To anyone else stuck in this same mud: you’re not alone in this strange and heavy space.
This too shall pass. I don’t know how or when, but it will. Until then, I’ll keep showing up in whatever small ways I can manage. Maybe that’s all the antidote I need right now – not grand gestures, but persistent presence.
Even with avolition having its cold grip on my life right now, something in me refuses to give up entirely. And you know what? Today, that’s enough.
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