Getting back into the swing of things

It’s been a fair while since my last post. My last term at University was hectic to say the least. Once exams had ended it was onto the celebrations and I guess you could say that writing just fell to the back of the line and it’s been there for the last couple of months. Anyway I’ve decided to get back into the habit of writing. I saw a little philosophy bite not long ago that said once you write something down that’s the beginning of you facing or coming to terms with whatever it is that you have written down. That’s the power of writing- you hammer out your thoughts and feelings onto paper or a blog or whatever and there it is right in front of you, you’re literally facing it. By not writing I’ve not properly laid-out the problems that currently confront me, so here we go.

Coming back home to Oldham has been really weird and quite emotional. To begin with I had to leave everything I’d come to love in York: my housemates, my friends, the pubs, the gym, and the takeaways. I had a lot of creature comforts in York that I really took for granted and now that they’re not there anymore it’s like I’ve been stripped of my map and kicked out into the unfamiliar again. I miss the life I had in York, but over time I’ll come to terms with the pain of turning away from the life I’d built for myself there. The most pressing problem that confronts me right now is having the motivation to do something. I imagine quite a few students feel the same way- you come home and once you’ve settled back-in you realise there’s things to do bar eat the contents of the fridge and catch up on trash tv. I’ve found myself knowing in my head there’s things to do, ranging from little things like sorting out my gp back home all the way upto *sigh* finding a job. I haven’t exactly done nothing, like I’ve had some exciting progress on the job front, but I’ve struggled to amass the motivation to do much else. I guess this is down to my days being the exact same: wake up, shower, eat, go to the gym, come home, play video games, watch tv, sleep. There are two issues here: I struggle to even find the motivation to go to the gym most days, and with doing the same stuff every day it’s made me quite lethargic and demotivated.

I think this comes down to the sudden change of pace and environment. At Uni there was always something to be done, somewhere to be and something to think about… usually a deadline. Now that I’m at home there aren’t any important set deadlines, so it’s easy to just fall back and get used to not doing much at all. At the same time, there are conversations at Uni that I just can’t have at home. There’s a whole lifestyle that in many ways has suddenly just vanished. I think that the change of lifestyle has had some impact on my pretty poor levels of motivation at home.

However there is light at the end of this tunnel! The last few days have been quite successful because I’ve established more of a routine. I’ve started to get back into the swing of things, one might say. (roll credits) I’m starting to listen to myself when I say something should be done today and ideally at this or that time. I think University has instilled in me this need to do things. So something I will say to any students struggling to get anything done at home: just do one job you know you’ve been meaning to do. Just do the one. If you can, do another and see where you go from there. The main thing i’d say is just getting one thing done with your day and then going from there. Summer can be a big old boring block of time for students, but there are ways to use that regimented programming that’s been hardwired into your brain by the incessant call of deadlines.

 

-Nick

Recovery

Recovery. When someone says: “I am recovering from X”, there’s a whole lot included in that. Let’s say you’re recovering from the Flu. Recovery can be whatever it means to each person: staying in bed, or trying to stay active once the worst passes; eating healthily, or resorting to guilty pleasures because you can get away with it when you’re ill. This could be across one week, two weeks, maybe longer if you’re pretty unlucky. Recovery is as long or short as it needs to be. The point is, you’re going from A to B, with A being some kind of bad place and B being a state where you don’t have what led you to A. Recovery is a pretty tricky thing, and I’m here to chat about recovery from mental illness for a bit.

I’ve never actually said that I’m in recovery to anyone before, but that’s what I’m doing. To say I’m “recovering from a panic disorder” means a lot more than seeking-out therapy, from practicing self-help techniques like meditation, and stuff like that. I’ve never actually told anyone I’m recovering from a mental illness, because since I’ve had it I’ve never seen myself without it. I kind of just accepted that certain aspects of my mental illness would be a constant, because I actually thought they maybe there would be something holistic about “having a relationship with my mental illness” or something. It’s only now that I’m starting to think differently. Now I’m starting to think, well, if I’m in-recovery, doesn’t that mean I should be working towards not having a mental illness at all, or perhaps more realistically, shouldn’t I be working towards controlling it so that it doesn’t affect my life in sizeable ways?  That’s pretty significant in some ways, because panic and anxiety shape a lot of the ways that I do things now, and they’ve both had impacts on my relationships with my friends and family.

This has all made me come to realise that recovery is a lot more complicated than I first thought. Getting from A to B an uphill climb, with a lot of falls, scrapes, and breakthroughs along the way. It’s not just a case of winning one battle. I’ve long accepted that my disorder is a part of me, so in that sense I’ve been winning for a long time. On the other hand, my strong inclination to panic informs a lot of my behaviours, because I’m still trying to avoid what is likely to trigger panic. My anxiety, more pervasively, still hangs over me, and tries to bend me towards it’s addictive thoughts. It constantly tries to set me up to fail, whispering in my ear that the worst possible outcome is going to happen, and it’s all my fault. Accepting that that is a reality doesn’t sound much like recovery, does it?

Recovery is a complicated thing, because the point at which you can say you’ve recovered from a mental illness changes all the time. You might overcome a significant challenge, but then your life can take a change, and put you in the direction of a new challenge. To me, recovery is a bloody long adventure. It’s not a nice one, filled with long walks and aesthetically-pleasing views. It’s being up all-night being 100% convinced something new is wrong in your body, and it will kill you. It’s taking someone very important to you, turning absolutely nothing into a cataclysmic problem, and losing them. It’s constantly re-shaping your identity, so that one day you want to suit yourself, and another day you want to suit other people. One day, you want to be a lone-wolf. Other days, you’re loving and you crave intimacy. These don’t always come at the same time. Sometimes you feel like you’ve cracked-it; you’ve had a week with no bad nights and that must mean something, right? This time, you’re evaluating your relationships realistically and seeing your past mistakes. For every victory you enjoy, though, there’s always a defeat potentially lurking around the corner. It’s hard to say whether recovery from mental illness is really possible. I know people who have done, and people who haven’t. For some of those that haven’t, their illness has become a part of who they are, and the way they engage with their illness has helped shape them into the beautiful people they are. I don’t know if I ever will recover, but so-far it’s been a hell of a journey. I want to have riddance of my mental illness, but maybe I should be prepared for it to never really disappear. At this time, I have to say I really don’t know any of the answers to the questions I’m asking. All I know now is that recovery is a lot more complicated than just moving from A to B.

-Nick

The value of letting-go

I deliberately made the title of this one a bit vague, because by letting-go, I mean it in a couple of different ways.

Life is constantly moving at 100mph. You’re up, you’re working, you’re socialising, you’re working again, you’re eating, you’re on social media, you’re doing your hobby, you sleep. For a lot of us, this is just how it is and it’s manageable. Some people like it, and others thrive on it and can’t handle slowing-down. One thing that worries me though, is going to sleep at 22 and waking up at 45, having not enjoyed the ups and embraced and learned from the downs. Life moves so very quickly when you’re busy all the time, especially when you’re always busy in your head. That’s partly what I mean when I say letting-go. It’s okay to vacate the world, sit in the clouds for a bit and enjoy a birds-eye view on your own life for a little while. It’s okay to sit and listen to some music, or do literally nothing at all and just enjoy the quiet. Letting-go of all your responsibilities and your stresses gives you that valuable time in your own head where you listen to the current of your thoughts. Not to take a negative twist, but sometimes it can be quite valuable for tuning-into more unhealthy, maybe even ominous thoughts. It can equally be a time for you to enjoy being with yourself, and to hear your mind speak. Some people I know have told me they aren’t comfortable being alone, because they can’t handle being in their own company. A key part of being healthy in my view is to be able to enjoy your own company. I think that’s one of the main cornerstones of loving and appreciating yourself, is having the ability to have a relationship with yourself.

Anyone who knows me well-enough knows my phone goes on ‘do not disturb’ at half-past nine every night (and now the rest of you know), and the general rule is I either reply very slowly or I don’t at all. This has worked to varying degrees over time, but in my head the time after half-past nine is my time. Again, I’ve used my time for good things and I’ve used it for not so good things, but the key thing is that that time is allocated to be my own, and I can slow it down as much as I want, like I am now. Whilst typing this out, I’m having a conversation with myself, and already my daily anxieties have gone away.

People can do this differently. Some people’s ‘me time’ might not be quiet at all, but it works for them. The key thing is that it’s okay to let go of your commitments, your responsibilities, and your stresses. It’s like carrying heavy shopping bags- it’s okay to put them down for a bit whilst you gather your strength again. You can, with time and patience, learn to put all these stresses down for a bit.

 

 

The next bit is for people who panic a lot.

I panic a lot. My formal diagnosis was a bit weird. I was diagnosed with panic disorder, but I had elements of someone with an anxiety disorder. Anyway, panic disorder does this great thing where it creates the initial feeling of panic for no reason at all; or maybe there is a reason deep-down, but it’s not necessarily pressing you at that time. Panic comes, the physical symptoms come, the panic intensifies, the symptoms intensify: bosh, you’re having a panic attack. You’re in what we call a ‘vicious cycle’. The key is kind-of identifying that initial feeling of panic, and rather than fighting it, you try and see it as something that will just pass, like a cloud. I love my sky analogies.

Anyone can have a panic attack. Having a panic/anxiety disorder of some sort doesn’t grant you entry to a special panic club where we all sit in complete catatonic silence staring at the ceiling. Anyone can have a panic attack, and anyone can just panic. I bet you can recall a time where you’ve panicked. Unfortunately, some of you will be able to recall a time where you had a panic attack; I just hope it wasn’t recently. Panic can come out of nowhere: a deadline you’ve got could start freaking you out, or you could be worrying about something you said 4 months ago to your partner, it could be anything.

I spoiled it a bit earlier, but if you feel panic coming-on, or you’re actually having a panic attack, brought on by anything whatsoever, please remember this: IT WILL PASS. I promise you you aren’t going insane, I promise you you aren’t going to die, and I promise you that the strange feelings you’re having at this very moment aren’t a symptom of some underlying condition. Panic does strange bloody things to your body, and none of it is harmful. You can read all this in different wording on the NHS website for panic attacks. What I want to tell you is that if you do feel panic, remember it will pass; let it go. Just like any thought, panic can come and go.

I just wanted to write this because I’ve been having some difficulty letting-go lately. Sometimes things get a bit overwhelming, and although you don’t see it at the time, you come to realise that what you need sometimes is to drop everything for a bit and go back to basics.

-Nick

 

Working within your means

We all go through hard times. It feels unfair when you’re subjected to some kind of suffering; it’s easy to lament your circumstances, and to try to reject your hardship with all your strength. Sometimes, though, you have to shift things around a bit.

At the moment I’m pretty anxious. I have to juggle my degree, my job, boxing, the gym, and of-course, myself. Sometimes, handling all the stress does start to feel overwhelming, but I take a lot of pride in how much stuff I do. When I reflect, it makes me feel pretty powerful knowing that I’m doing all these things despite having a mental illness that could easily spiral if I didn’t constantly chop away at its roots. I like to draw a lot of pride from those reminders of how well I’m doing, but that means I’m less likely to juggle things around when I do eventually start to feel the strain of it all. The strain, and the stress it creates, starts to feed into my anxious thoughts, and gives them new strength that starts to eat away at me. My thoughts about my heart have started to come back with new force recently, and it kept me up late last night with deep worry and anxiety. I’m writing this now as a reminder to myself that sometimes you have to juggle things around a bit; slow down in some areas, whilst making-sure that I’m still going forward, both in a productive way and in my own mental health.

The problem with seeing being busy as a strategy to battle anxious thoughts is that you tend to forget to actually listen to the current of your thoughts. So, you know, when your strategy starts to wear you down, you should probably listen to your mind asking you to please calm your shit. I just find it immensely-difficult to stop, because I have all these ideas about where I want to go, and what kind of person I want to be. I don’t want to tone-down training, because I want to work towards a better physique and I want to carry-on fighting. I can’t stop working, because I need the money, and whilst I haven’t exactly been a model student this year, I do still see my degree as a full-time committment. The point is, there’s only so much time in each day, and as much as it pains me, I’m not superhuman. I can’t do all these things whilst having solid mental health, and I have to accept that that’s okay. What I want of myself, that can come in good time. What’s causing me so much anxiety at the moment is that I’m wanting to study like a Historian, train like AJ, and… well I’m okay with doing the bare minimum at work (sorry about that). I think the best way to summarise it is I tend to burn the candle at both ends, because I want to be proud of myself, but in my mind I can only be proud of myself when I’m going 100% in everything. When I don’t do that, I get stressed, I get moody, I doubt myself, and before I know it I’ve lost my calm headspace and I’m getting sucked-up into a battle with myself that I’ve pretty-much already set up to be a loss, because I just can’t work like a pack-mule all the time. I need that down-time so I can have the good mental health to maintain a good work-rate. My capacity to work just might not be at the level of AJ, and it’s a tough thing to accept, but I’m going to have-to!

Pay attention to how much you’re actually doing. Some people can work more than others, but even they have a limit. There comes a point where you need a break, both phsyically and mentally. You can’t always be thinking about how hard you’re going to work, because by doing so you’re setting yourself up for a loss. It’s much much better (and of course tricky) to work towards figuring out what your best working capacity is, and set small, realistic goals going towards what it is you want overall. As tricky as it is, we all have constraints on how much we can do, and to be at your best you have to know your limits.

-Nick

Ways to look after your mental health at university

  1. Go at your own paceIn this age of social media, we’re interconnected like never before. Individuality has flourished on the internet, and everyone can have an audience. We see great variety in the ways that people live their lives, and how they express this on social media. As great as this can be for individuals, it does also open up some problems. It’s easy to see an active user who likes to show themselves at their prime at all times. Their pictures could be carefully manufactured to remove imperfections, and their updates could show the success of their active working pattern. It’s easy to see these things and immediately feel like you’re doing something wrong. You respond by asking questions of yourself as if this person has the key to unlocking a happy, balanced and productive life for all. This is something you need to avoid in-general, but what I will say for your time at University is that if you peg your own standards to those of other people, you’re not focussing on honing those traits intrinsic to you. Social media is just one example. Another one is the people you actually have around you. One of the most terrifying things to hear when you ask someone how they’re getting-on with an essay or with seminar reading is “Oh yeah, I’m almost done, I just need to make my final edits.” Again, your immediate reaction is to reassess your own work-rate, but this does nothing but cause unnecessary stress and anxiety. Something really important to take from University is an understanding of what makes you work at your best level. Looking to other people’s working routines, whilst it can be useful for finding inspiration, becomes a problem when you try to to mould yourself to it. Everyone works differently, and one of the best things to leave University with is a concrete knowledge of what makes you work best. Not just for your success in your field, but for your mental health- working to your own rythym is an important skill, and it should be a major focus for your time at University.
  2. Make your wellbeing your first prioritySo, you’ve come to University, and your main goal is to get that degree. What you don’t know is that over the next three or four years it’s incredibly likely that the importance of that goal will fluctuate- it will probably become a remote possibility at some points; at others it might feel like a complete drag, and sometimes it could inspire bursts of energy and motivation. What I’m trying to say is that there’s a lot more to University than the degree. Foremostly, it’ll probably be your first experience of living alone. Moving away from home, for me at-least, was terrifying, and I’d say I’m quite an autonomous person. Alongside your degree, you’ll have to learn how to live without the constant safety net your parents produce. You’ll have to learn how to shop for yourself, how to cook for yourself, how to manage bills and finances. The hardest part of all of that though, is learning how to cope with the feeling of knowing that you’ve flown from the nest. Coming home after your first term at University is a strange feeling, and for me it was deeply uncomfortable because it just felt so different, and it lost some of its special comfort it gave previously.

    To add to this pretty gruelling list, you’re going to have to take manage your own life if you’re going to get a degree. This means organising meetings, organising group sessions, meeting academic staff, organising when you’re going to do your work etc. The list goes on and on. There’s far far more to a degree than you initially think, and over time the trials and tribulations of living away from home, leading your own autonomous life with people you hardly know will exert a lot of pressure on you. So yeah, the main goal is to get a degree, but at the same time, you will have a lot on your plate. So, be kind to yourself. You are going through a major change in your life, and it’s not going to be easy all the time. Take time to focus on yourself, to assess where you’re at in your head, and how you’re coping with all these changes going-on around you. Always make sure that the things you do at University are for you. There’s that much going on all the time that it’s easy to get lost in it all, to just get on with it and forget about yourself, but eventually you’ll realise that something has gone wrong somewhere. To avoid this, I say make yourself your main priority at University. As changes whirl around in this chaotic bubble, always make sure to take time to slow everything down, and almost take a birds-eye view on what’s going-on in your mind. Take breaks as and when you need them, and do not be afraid to say no to your friends. True friends will understand that they get to enjoy you because you follow your own rhythym and that is what makes you you. So, another very important thing to bear in-mind is to make yourself your own priority. Do this, and the degree will slot-in alongside.

  3. Exercise
    Exercise, it’s everywhere! Half of your Facebook friends now have ‘PT’ at the end of their name, and almost everyone is walking around in gym gear. The pressure on people to be at the gym, striving to look like the chiseled model on the cover of Men’s Health, or the petite yet well-endowed Instagram model, is so high at the moment. So I think in some ways, exercise has become tainted. To go to the gym means you’re just following the trend, and such. There’s been such a strong backlash to the emergent culture of exercise, that it’s hard to locate some happy middle ground.

    Amidst all this hype around exercise, if you strip it all down barebones, exercise can still exert a therapeutic effect on you when you find the right kind of exercise for you. I’m a believer that there’s a form of exercise that suits everyone, be it running, lifting weights, playing hockey, whatever! This feeds into what I’ve just said about making yourself your own priority, because exercising can induce a meditative-like state, it can be immensely fun, it can relieve pent-up stress, and it can do a great job of bringing like-minded people together and allowing them to enjoy each other’s company. The point is, exercise is a versatile thing and it can be made to work to your advantage. You don’t have to run around in the latest gym leggings, or worry about how big your arms are. I think there’s something truly powerful about exercising, and it unlocks feelings that sitting-down just can’t quite achieve. Sometimes it could just bring some much-needed variety after a long day at the library. At the end of it all, though, exercising has a lot of uses. It doesn’t have to be about following the latest fads.

  4. Build healthy habits
    This is very much the mixing-together of everything I’ve already said. I can’t stress enough how important it is to stay-tuned to your own inner voice. For me the most important thing you can do is listen to this voice, and conduct yourself according to how you want to. When you combine all the things I’ve spoken about, you get into healthy habits. They’re healthy because they come from your genuine desires to help yourself. You may learn this at a point when you’ve gotten into friend groups that orientate around things that just aren’t your jam. It takes time to realise what your own inner voice is saying, and even longer to begin to act on it. But when it does become known to you, don’t be afraid to say no to people, or to let people go who don’t encourage you to live by the life you’ve decided to set-out for yourself. You should never be ashamed of living your life according to how you want to. To do so at University is a sign of great strength, because there’s a lot of forces pulling you in different directions and it’s easy to succumb to it all. You might begin to lose contact with people as you begin to do the things you really want to do, but that’s fine. When it’s all said and done and you’re on your deathbed, will they even be a memory? So put all these things together, and focus on what is best for you.
  5. Try to think that you are exactly where you need to be
    This is probably one of the hardest things to do, for anybody let alone a student. Many of us have plans for our lives, and most of us have expectations of ourselves, and these are constantly-changing as our lives go on. In our heads, there’s always worry of what you’ll be in the future, or what kind of a person you’ll be, or what kind of a person you currently are and if this person is good or desirable or whatever. We’re filled with self-doubt all the time, because we’re made to think always of where we are right now, and the end-goal; never the process in-between. There’s always deadlines to be met, obligations to be fulfilled, and the scale of it all is so huge that you’ll often just let it all get to you, and you’ll worry how on Earth you’re ever going to overcome it all and be the person you envisage in your head. When am I going to reach my end-point and really be my best self? When will I figure it all out? When will life get easier? Our heads are one constant rush at University and throughout life in-general, that we cannot possibly fathom to ask ourselves “Am I exactly where I need to be right now?”

    Face it, your deadlines are a long way away. Your Mum and Dad still don’t actually have a clue what’s going on in this myriad of bollocks we call life, and you are constrained by the person that you are now. It takes time to alter the chemistry of your mind, and to change the way you see and process things. Rather than worry about finding the answers to impossible questions about yourself, why not ask if you are actually exactly where you need to be? Maybe it’s okay to not have all the answers right now. It could be absolutely fine that you still don’t know who you are, what your tastes are, what kind of person you want to be. It’s also absolutely fine that your work isn’t done yet. I hate to repeat a cliche, but Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither will you. You don’t have all the answers, you probably never will, and that’s absolutely fine. I am being serious as well when I say your parents still don’t have a clue what’s going on. I think the trick to mastering adulthood is making your children believe you know all the answers.

  6. Accept your flaws

    “You’re not perfect, sport, and let me save you the suspense: this girl you’ve met, she’s not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you’re perfect for each other.”- Sean McGuire

    You’d think I’m being the bearer of bad news to flat-out tell you you’re a flawed person, but I’m not. Flaws and imperfections, to once again quote from the wonderful film Good Will Hunting: they’re the good stuff. Blemishes, awkward laughs, flatulence, strange habits, the whole works. You’re a package deal, and you deserve to be loved entirely. But firstly, you have to learn to accept your flaws, and even embrace them. Your flaws are just as natural to you as your strengths, so why brush them under the carpet and pretend they aren’t there? I think what I’m trying to say is that honesty with yourself is quite an important thing. Be it acknowledging that you do not in-fact know how to win at the game of life, or be it bringing your imperfections into the light. Being honest with yourself about yourself is the first and most important step in beginning to accept yourself. It’s a hard thing to do when you have all these moulds you want yourself to fit into, but the truth is you might be incompatible with some of the ways you wish you were. I wish I were better at socialising, but I know my mental illness can make me go from happy and raring to go to absolute rock-bottom. I was ashamed for cancelling on people for so long, but why should I be ashamed about something I have no control over? That’s that process of being honest with yourself about yourself. See yourself as you are right now, and please be a bit kinder to yourself.

    I just want to finish by saying that this advice is written to help me just as much as it is to help you. I don’t embody most of this all of the time, and I’ve written these down partly as a reminder to myself of what I’m hoping to take from the very limited time I have left at University now. Right now I’m trying to be more honest with myself, and understand that the confusion I have about my life is fine, and there’s nothing I can really do about it. I’m not a wise sage who dispenses advice he actually lives-by, i’m an imperfect 3rd year student who makes a lot of mistakes and forgets to follow his own advice all the time, but that’s okay. You might finish reading this and think wow, what a waste of time, this doesn’t help me at all. That’s *sobbing* also fine. I just hope what I’ve written here gets you thinking about what’s right for you. At the end of the day, stay true to yourself, be kind to yourself, and embrace whatever happens along the way.

    Nick.

Wolfenstein: The New Order.

So I’ve just finished playing through the Wyatt storyline of Wolfenstein: The New Order. I’m going to come clear and admit I never played the original games. However, from what I’ve read, William Blaskowicz may as well be an unmasked Doomguy in the originals. There is however, a lot more to sink your teeth into in this dive into the universe dominated by Nazis.

Me right now: I actually finished this game back in September, but I’ve only just gotten-round to finishing my bloody review for it. Oops.

THE INTRODUCTION.

You start off in the thick of it. The game thrusts you into a partnership quite early-on, as you already seem to know Fergus Reid at the open of the first cutscene, and you very quickly meet Probst Wyatt III. These two represent two different storylines you can take, and as I mentioned in the previous paragraph, I went with Wyatt’s storyline on my first playthrough. (foreshadowing is a bitch) The opening act of the game felt like it was trying to accomplish more than it did: A daring, Mission Impossible-esque raid on General Wilhelm “Deathshead” Strasse’s ginormous and very bloody Nazi-looking compound. Seriously, it’s actually a good take on the nazi fixation with concrete and gothic architecture. It’s quite terrific. You’re quickly thrust into the conflict, and as you take down a few Nazis your arsenal starts to expand slightly, giving you a taste of the destructive potential to come from the experience awaiting you. As a fan of shooters, especially the likes of Doom, which pits you- an everyday average Joe, controlling a harbinger of death and destruction equipped with an arsenal that would make Kim Jong-Un squeal in trepidation, against a horde of weaklings, I enjoyed Wolfenstein’s similar combat mechanics. The game wants to put you in the thick of it from the start, but actually the opening scene is pretty bogged-down with ammo-collecting  and more-of-the-same combat scenarios. Don’t get me wrong, at first it’s a lot of fun lighting up weak Nazis, and yeah introductions introduce you to the basics before challenging you. Wolfenstein’s pacing is actually quite good in that the challenges get progressively harder as the game goes on. My issue is that the opening scene was intended to be huge, but was actually quite contained. That’s not a big problem, but it does make you expect a lot more. In actual fact, you’re going to spend the majority of this game in hallways, big rooms, small rooms, and contained courtyards. It’s not as explosive as it tries to suggest.

THE CAMPAIGN.

I’m not going to go into bit-by-bit detail about the campaign, because it’s actually quite formulaic in its mechanics: you shoot up a load of Nazis, and then there’s some harder Nazis to kill, and sometimes some mechanised Nazis. In each arena you operate in, there’s grenades, weapon upgrades, and plenty of health, armour and spare ammo to get you by. Sometimes there’s routes carved out that will make it easier for you to either sneak around your enemies and avoid conflict altogether, or to allow you to sneak around and pick enemies off. As a shooter, Wolfenstein nails that basic formula of gradually ramping up the challenge for you. This is a game best played on the harder difficulties, especially with all that ammo and health lying around for you. I never got bored of following that basic formula, and I think that shows how this game succeeds as a shooter. It’s fluid, it’s just about challenging enough, and it’s so much fun exploding Nazis! It’s not the best shooter I’ve ever played, but I think it’s made better by the characters that populate it, and the lore that surrounds it and gives context to the surroundings you decorate with the scarlet paint of Nazi innards. All that is what gives this game its special flavour. It’s a good but not amazing shooter locked inside a universe that had me wanting to learn more right from the start. That’s what kept me hooked.

THE CHARACTERS.

Wolfenstein, from what I know, was born around the same time as Doom. Both are pioneers of the FPS genre. Both are also headed by ultra-badass, but completely siloutted, Men. By siloutted I mean there’s nothing to see. You don’t even really get to see what the character looks like unless you really delve deep. There’s still talk now of what Doomguy actually bloody looks like! Blasko, although he had a human face, was literally nothing more than a way for you to envisage yourself peering down the sights of whatever weird and wonderful weapon he happened to be brandishing in the face of everyone’s favourite thing to blow to pieces other than screaming demons from Hell: A Nazi.

However, things have changed a little bit now, and people crave meaningful characters. Not that developers will capitulate to that kind of demand easily- the latest Doom game was a faceless steamroller of a shooter. Nonetheless, Wolfenstein: The New Order is a game driven by its very human characters. Blasko, although still a meathead, has to struggle with the reality of his situation. He’s seen the absolute worst of humanity. Historically, we know the Nazis had a fixation with science. On the one hand, you have biological racism, and on the other, you have the obsession with progress, and technological advancement. Imagine a world where Joseph Mengele had complete freedom to do as he pleased, and with seemingly infinite resources. Wolfenstein captures horrifyingly, in the context of a video game made to entertain, what a modern Nazi world could look like. Blasko has seen the furthest extent of unhinged Nazi cruelty, and he’s a man struggling to carry on. It makes him so relatable. At points in the game, you hear him thinking to himself. Sometimes he thinks these long and dark monologues, which to be honest don’t really do much to advance his character. What is powerful, however, is when he reminds himself to count to four, inhale, count to four again, and then exhale. I’ve practiced breathing techniques like this so many times to calm my own anxiety. On many occasions he also practices this breathing technique, and it really succeeds in making him a very human character. That is until he survives a grenade blast that leaves Deathshead lying in pieces at the end of the game. I guess you just can’t escape the invulnerability that surrounds these protagonists. To go back to the point, Blasko is a Man trying to stay strong amidst all that is going on around him, and it’s refreshing to know that he’s not just bearing all that weight on his shoulders without even breaking a sweat.

The side characters, whilst interesting-enough, are there mostly to enable the protagonist. Taken together, they form a likeable band of resistance fighters, and it’s easy to root for them in the fight against Nazi tyranny. They make you feel more involved in the game. Again, The New Order is more than just a “shoot everything that moves” kind of game. It contains intimate moments between characters in it’s well-acted and frequent but not too frequent cutscenes. The characters, whilst not too interesting in their own right, enrich the overall experience, which I think is better, anyway.

 

 

PROBLEMS.

Wolfenstein: The New Order is a really good game. However, it isn’t a perfect game. No game is. The shooting is fun, but it gets bogged-down by the fact that to actually pick up ammo and health you have to press a button to pick it up. This seems like a minor issue, but The New Order is a pretty fast-paced shooter at it’s best, and this tempo doesn’t mix well with the fact you have to actually pick things up rather than just run over them. Picking things up by just running over them would enable you to focus solely on enjoying a good old parlay with your Nazi compatriots.

 

OVERALL VERDICT:
reyt good.

Wolfenstein: The New Order was so much fun to play! I didn’t want to put the pad down, not just because the shooting was a blast, (yeah, I hate myself) but because you actually care about what’s going-on. The cutscenes in this game are so well-crafted that they don’t detract from the overall experience. You don’t enter a cutscene hammering buttons so you can carry on slaughtering Nazi’s. If that were the case, I’d have gotten bored after a while. I like senseless violence, but I like my senseless violence with a hint of plot. The New Order gives you an interesting-enough plot to give you something else to enjoy, and that means that when the senseless violence does resume, it’s like you’ve had a nice break and you’re ready to do it all again. At times, the fast-paced fights are slowed-down and made slightly meticulous by the fact you have to use button-prompts to collect ammunition, but this is just one gripe. Overall, The New Order was such a fun game to play. It’s a reyt good shooter and if you haven’t already played it, you can get it for cheap at any 2nd hand retailer like CeX and have yourself a grand old time.

People from the past

Once upon a time, you were out for some drinks with a friend. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a chance to catch-up and have a break from the routine of the mid-week. In-fact, you were just thinking how much you’d love a change to come along; something that would pick you up, dust you off, and put you on a different course. You talk the most part of the evening away, wrapping yourself up in the comfort of happy memories. As it gets late, you decide to get one for the road. At the bar, you’re waiting like normal, and then out of the blue comes a friend you haven’t seen for months and months. Not just any old friend either, but the one you struck such an amazing chord with since day-one. It just so happened that your lives went on different paths, as naturally happens. That means the separation was natural, rather than something you or they imposed. Sometimes you might actually think about them whilst you’re away living your new life, but for the most part they fade away. Life moves very quickly when you’re busy truddling along through the weeks. Then when you suddenly see someone you hold so dearly from the life you used to live, it feels like you only just left them. It brings on such a powerful bunch of emotions. As you catch-up with them you come to realise just how long it’s been, and just how much has changed in your life, and in theirs. In-between your last meeting and now, you’ve both formed new relationships with new people, and you’ve grown as individuals, yet there’s still something inside you that sings along with something inside them, and it lights up the night. Leaving it is difficult. You know that’s where your paths diverge again, and you’re back into the wilderness. The only solace you take is the thought that one day you’ll probably bump into each other again and strike the same chord you always have done.

I hope the way I’ve described it makes sense to you. It’s quite hard to write down the whirlwind of emotion you feel when someone from the past comes into your life again briefly. This has happened to me quite a lot recently, I’m happy to say. A few months ago, the scenario I just spoke about happened to me. I was out with my Dad, and out of nowhere a group of friends from my teenage years came in. As soon as I saw them all the memories we’d built in earlier years came rushing back to me. Seeing them again, all of them successful in their lives, was amazing. It’s like you’ve seen them grow into better versions of themselves. When you look back you can pinpoint where they started off on the journeys they’re now finishing. It’s amazing to see.

Not very long after that, a very good friend from college reappeared, and for a short while we spoke again with the same chemistry we had when we first met. She writes things down as well, and it’s nice knowing our paths crossing had as much impact on her as it did on me. Despite the fact we’re just not meant to be in regular contact, it makes the rare times we do speak feel all that bit sweeter.

And only last week, I got back in contact with someone who was very important to me a couple of years ago. Unfortunately we parted on bad terms, but our meeting again showed me how good a healer time can actually be. I hate ending on bad terms with people, and I always dwell on what I could have done to prevent anything bad from happening. It’s just nice to be able to sit here now and say that actually a bad ending doesn’t have to be permanent.

So, this one’s for all of the people from the past. We made some awesome memories together, and I love seeing you all growing into the mould you made for yourselves when I was in your life.

Nick.

Working through a tough time.

Tonight, I’ve been telling myself I’m at the end of a tough period. The last two weeks have been pretty difficult for me. Working two jobs has really thrown my life up in the air; the usual time slots that the parts of my life occupy have been taken up by work. For a person with anxiety this can be a big deal. Your journey is often spent on the safest part of the road, never deviating away for fear of how you’ll respond to the sudden change of a new path. The anxious mind can struggle a lot with change.

With the last two weeks being so busy, I lost a lot of control over myself. My usual habits went out of the window because they didn’t have their allocated time slot in my day. That, and a lack of sleep. I need a lot of sleep. I’d fall asleep eventually after a late shift, but then wake up quite early with a hideous thirst. I still can’t explain why that happened, but it left me feeling really drained. I had no motivation to cook healthy food, or go to the gym, or even really pay attention to the motions of my own mind. So for two weeks I just existed. I went to work, came home, drank, and then tried to sleep. Eventually I cracked one night and had a panic attack over the whole way i’d been feeling. Two weeks with no control over myself, no direction, no motivation to do anything.

It can feel like bad periods like this will go on forever. Until today it did feel like it would go on forever. How the fuck will I dig myself out of this hole, when I still have to go to work, keep a house tidy, and maintain relationships with people who don’t know what’s wrong? Getting myself back on track felt like a mammoth task. Thing is, i’m not back on track yet, but I feel differently about getting there now. The problems of the past two weeks, they’re not impossible to surmount. Through the lens of anxiety, you look at problems and see an indomitable enemy. However, what afflicts you now doesn’t have to last forever. Pain comes in a moment, but our decision to hold on to it makes it last longer than it should. The moments that led me to that panic attack: poor decisions, lapses in self-control, lack of sleep, they’re all momentary. In the long run they can be completely insignificant, but only if you see them for what they are. Take some time to breathe, and think clearly. You’ll find that the lens is removed, and in that moment of clarity you see that the route back to the straight and narrow isn’t as complicated as it first looked.

And that brings me to where I am now, telling myself I’m at the end of a long two weeks. I’m at the end of a negative cycle, about to break out of a bad habit. When I do, i’ll learn more about myself- that I need to pay more attention to the motions of my mind, that disruption isn’t a bad thing, but rather the way you respond to it can throw you completely off-course, and also to talk to someone. I spoke to my Dad and a couple of trusted friends only when I was at the point of breaking-down. These last two weeks shouldn’t have impacted me the way that they did do, but there’s no shame in admitting that. I have lessons to put into practice, and I will.

Nick C.

Game of Thrones season 7, episode 1, “Dragonstone” review: Politics and religion.

It is now day… shit I’ve lost count… since our dearest Gendry went missing. Please, if someone finds him, tell him Dragonglass swords are the new in-thing. He could make a bloody fortune.

I’ve had a couple of hours now to digest properly what went on in the first episode of Game of Thrones’ 7th season. The series really has come on a long way. What began as a show brilliantly transplanting Machiavellian politics onto a deep sprawling fantasy universe has now become a full-blown race to survive. Some people who I’ve spoken to about the series have really disliked the change of focus as the seasons have gone on. The characters and their political worlds have left centre-stage. They’ve been displaced now by actual Gods, who as we’ve seen from this latest episode have began to have even more of a presence on the show. Control over the world is no longer in the political domain, as it is being challenged now by supernatural and possibly even divine forces. For me, this was captured brilliantly in the scene where Sandor Clegane, or Richard Dawkins with a more colourful vocabulary, is confronted with the reality that actually there are forces at work behind the world that to you has been dyed a colour of Red. For Clegane, the reality of life is clear: You’re fucked. Everyone wants to kill you and if they can, they will. He grounds this in his own experience of life. And indeed that’s quite a fine thing to use to really drive home the existence of supernatural forces. Clegane’s entire worldview was cast into doubt in that small but brilliant scene with the fireplace. All that time spent ridiculing Berric Dondarrion and the Brothers Without Banners for their worship of the Lord of Light; the life lessons he forced on Arya Stark about the harsh nature of Men. Clegane really is the best way for the writers to drive home just how real these divine forces are. Of course, we know very well about the White Walkers and their army of Wights. The point I think the writers were trying to make is that there are forces, or Gods, that are meddling with the affairs of humans. There’s more going-on than just human vs human and human vs white walker. I think this brilliantly extends the Game of Thrones universe for the television audience. We’re slowly being introduced to the existence of this Lord of Light in-particular, indicating he/she is to play a major part in the final two seasons. We’ve seen the power this being wields, in its ability to revive Berric Dondarrion, and then to revive Jon Snow, and now also to project events happening elsewhere through the medium of fire. Evidently Melisandre could see things in the fire.

Getting more to the original point, the series has been extended to make us consider now both the politicking of humans, and also the work of a divine being(s). It’s like the writers are inviting us to consider either a Pantheon of Gods, or perhaps asking us to consider which are real and which are false? I myself don’t know which side I lean on just yet. This, i’d like to say, is a great work of fantasy fiction. Essentially, the series has changed from this low-scale Medieval-esque fantasy to a full-blown fantasy epic. It is no doubt a challenge to stop this change from turning the series into a huge mess. It could quickly become an Avengers plot line with a lot of characters all just doing things to no real end. However, the major plot lines fit quite well within the supernatural context. We know the White Walkers don’t just exist and that’s it. They are a natural force of destruction, driving Jon Snows decisions in the 4th season and beyond. They are central to his character progression and to many others. The Faceless God, no doubt, played a major part in Arya’s life, allowing her to become an assassin with a deadly host of skills, some of which have origins possibly linked to the divine or supernatural. She of course is on her way to kill Cersei. You see, there isn’t just a huge mess developing. These forces are there, but characters work within their contexts, and it drives a lot of the stuff we saw in the earlier seasons. Cersei still wants to wield power, albeit no longer for the sake of her children but for the sake of… I don’t know actually. The point is she wants power. Littlefinger, the eternal creep, he still vies for the chaos he openly yearned for in the earlier seasons. Characters are still doing politics, just in a far bigger context than just the human now.

What else do we have from this episode? Ed Sheeran! Yeah that happened, it’s not a big deal, his character existed for a short while, it’s not a big deal.

Euron Greyjoy has made an early appearance, indicating his centrality for the season ahead. His intentions are quite clear: he wants power to maybe cut out everyone’s tongue. “The silence” doesn’t have much of a ring in lieu of Westeros. It’s clear he’s headed for conflict with Daenerys and of course Yara, who sadly we didn’t get to see this episode. His attempt to broker a marriage with Cersei fell short, because she took Jaime’s advice that he isn’t someone to be trusted, indicating Cersei is becoming more acutely aware of how isolated the Lannisters now are and need to form meaningful alliances, but of course she claims to have known this anyway? Perhaps so. With many of her immediate rivals gone in a green fireball, she can now turn her attention to other strategic aspects, like alliances and such. I think the conversation between Cersei and Euron told us quite a lot about both characters: Both aren’t so self-confident as they might seem. Interestingly, both would stab the other in the back at the first chance. It’ll be interesting to see how this plays out when the Lannisters and maybe the Greyjoys together(?) come to blows with Daenerys and the many other enemies they have. Enemies to the West, to the East, the North and the South. That could make it seem like all are focused on Cersei, and as we saw from Jon and Sansa’s nice chat, Jon is preoccupied with the pending apocalypse, whereas Sansa has more immediate worries. One can’t fight off the apocalypse when being brutally executed as a traitor by the Mountain, am I right? Daenerys, however, is screaming right for King’s Landing, so that is definitely a more immediate conflict for Cersei to consider. Dorne? The Sandsnakes exist in the show, just about? I don’t know what they will do, but I hope they see a lot more screen time considering how interesting they actually are. Cersei and Jaime have a lot to plan, both militarily and politically. They can’t win this with military prowess alone, so there’s going to be some other schemes hatching beyond a cheap message sent to Jon.

Speaking of Jon, he’s not having a good time. Jon is having to adapt now to being King in the North. As we saw from Jon’s part of the episode, he’s having to balance a lot of different interests, including his Sister’s. You can tell Jon wants to press on. He has an urgency to meet the task at hand. I’m not surprised. He’s seen what the White Walkers can do and will do when they reach the wall. The issue is, the factions of the North don’t know what it’s like beyond the wall. For Jon, this must make him even more impatient. He must be thinking, “why can’t they just see the bigger picture and unite as one under me.” He’s having to now struggle with the reality that that isn’t how politics works. Yes there’s a pending doom, but politics never bloody stops! I think this stands at the root of his conflict with Sansa. Jon, on the one hand, has this desperation to press on and meet this giant, world-level task. Sansa, she is aiming to tread more carefully, and consider more immediate problems. As I said, you can’t save the world when you’re about to become a calorie count for Hafthor Bjornsson. Of course, Sansa once again is being ignored. Just a stupid girl who doesn’t understand the real problems. Jon and Sansa are having a clash of priorities, and Jon cannot allow this. The very importance of the apocalypse might drive a significant ridge into the Stark faction.

Daenerys Targaryen. She’s finally made it to Westeros, just 2 seasons after people stopped really caring about her. Daenerys making it to Westeros is like climbing a particularly steep part of a hill. You finish it, and you think my goodness that was a slog, but hey the rest of the way looks pretty mint, and jesus would you look at that view! Her story has been very bogged-down with rebellions and moralising repeated over and over again to the point where her screen time began to feel more like a chore. However, that desire to go to Westeros and take the throne was always there, and it’s suddenly just gotten a lot closer. For me, she isn’t the best character on the show, in terms of how interesting she is, but she is of course hugely significant, and the adversity she has overcome to be where she is now fills me with so much excitement. Think beyond prompting people to scream “YAAAAS QUEEN” when Dany ordered Drogon to burn the slaver’s ships. That’s just adding fuel to a dull fire to remind us that Dany is a badass. And yes, a badass she most certainly is, but most importantly she seems to be just another piece in the puzzle, a chess piece. She has her Dragons, yes, there’s no divine forces surrounding her. This is just mere speculation on my behalf, but Daenerys hungers for the power to make changes, like to end slavery for instance. She wants to use political power to make the world a better place, but of course it’s not just about the politics anymore. There are forces approaching, and I must admit I am very excited to see how Dany responds to them when she catches wind. It could very well throw my speculation into the ground anyway, especially with the fact that she may now be sitting on a mountain of Dragonglass, making her of vital importance to Jon Snow.

And that brings me finally to Samwell Tarly. I have such a fondness for that man. He’s willing to risk his security to do his bit in the fight against the White Walkers. He’s utterly devoted, but perhaps becoming quite disillusioned with the order of Maesters. I think that’s what the montage aimed to show. However, he showed no signs of breaking, which could very well show his devotion to helping Jon. Anyway, he gets access to the secret part of the citadel, and this reveals some very important information about Dragonstone, which is conveniently now inhabited once again. Imagine if the Dragonglass was hidden under a hut somewhere? For all we know, Sandor Clegane could have pissed on it if it were true. But yeah, we now know from Sam that Dragonglass might be under Dragonstone. That sets us up for the meeting of Jon and Daenerys, and my goodness there’s a lot that can come from those two knowing each other. I won’t go into all that, but what I will say is that the first episode laid the foundations for the season to come rather brilliantly. To work all that groundwork in in a short time, whilst also making it quite entertaining, is fantastic. It takes a little bit of reading between the lines, but that’s how you get people to understand a lot of information in a small amount of time. A very good opener, and i’m very very excited for where this season is going.

*** And I realise I’ve completely forgotten about Arya. WELL DONE, YOU, YOU MAD BASTARD. I hope there’s a deleted scene one day of Arya recounting her stories to a mesmerised Jon and Sansa. She’s come a long way from hitting Joffrey with a wooden sword.

Lamplit thoughts: The roll-credit moment.

If any of you are fans of CinemaSins you’ll enjoy that carefully-selected title to give some jazz to my first post.

Lamplit thoughts is the name of my page, because i’m currently sat here in my lamplit room typing this out. I expect to write the majority of my posts in the comfort of my lamplight because i’m usually doing stuff during the day, and in my downtime in the evening I like to reflect- not just on the day but on stuff in-general. I’m one of those who when they lie down they start instantly making up scenarios and then when one strikes a chord you think about what led you there in the first place. Before you know it you’re thinking ‘shit, I’ve just planned the rest of my life out with someone I’ve spoken to for one week.’ Well, it’ll be much better for me to think stuff through and then talk it out on here rather than taking racing thoughts to bed with me. I think that’s the way I’ve set this page up. I hope it feels like you’re actually sat with me whilst you’re reading this. On my page I’ve adopted a dimmed layout with a picture of my desk under the lamplight at its header. I want a visit to my page to feel like you’re sat with me, and we’re talking about how the day has been, or life in-general, or a film you quite like, or anything like that. I want the page to have a laid-back feel to it. It’s inspired by my room, which has that relaxed feel to it. My room is where I feel safe and able to really relax, so it seems fitting to me now to start a blog where i’m talking at you all at my most comfortable. As someone with anxiety I find it very difficult to be relaxed around people, even some of those who i’m quite close to. In conversations I devote a lot of my mental energy to deciphering whether or not i’m being my normal self. By the end of it i’m tired and I need time alone, and usually i’d play video games, or more recently i’ll go to the gym or go for a run- yay health. Now, I want to start addressing that, because I love people and I shouldn’t tire so easily. That tiredness comes from the anxiousness I feel as soon as someone talks to me. I assess every way the conversation could go, and I try to filter out all the possibilities that could make the conversation, and my relationship with that person, go awry.

I’m going to begin to address that problem with this blog. This blog is my way to learn how to speak to people without worrying about how i’m going to come across. Looking at how any keyboard warrior behaves tells you that when you’re not faced with a real person in front of you who can respond to your face to the things you say with how they feel about what you say, it’s a lot easier to be your real self. That’s my starting-point, I guess. I express myself in my most relaxed environment, and I remember who that is, and then in real-life scenarios I have to challenge myself to be that guy.

So yeah, that’s quite short and sweet, but there’s the origin story as best as I can explain it right now. Onwards from here!