Why I’m Leaving New York City For My Mental Health Recovery

Don’t get me wrong, New York is my favorite city, and I’m proud to say that growing up in it is one of the best moments of my life. It becomes part of my world where I see and meet thousands of people every day. Aside from the fact that most individuals love to come and stay in the city, it is one of the places that make every people’s dream come true. That’s because it is the land of opportunities. The streets are flowing with inspiration. However, though New York is one of the most well-known cities that provide almost everything that I need, it can sometimes become hectic.

I love New York. I do. But some things make me feel uncomfortable in it. I know I’m not supposed to complain about it because I know I’m one of those people who is fortunate to experience and live in the place. However, I still come up to a realization that the only way that I can recover from my mental health is to leave the home I love the most. Allow me to tell you why.

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My Personal Reasons

If there’s one thing that I would first tell others about the city’s major turn off, it would be its noise. Too much loudness of the city somehow hinders you from thinking. There’s a time that even going out in my apartment makes me feel uncomfortable due to the consistent shouting of people from another building and automobile horning on the streets. It becomes hard to concentrate on whatever you are doing because it’s too loud.

We begin with ourselves. We begin by accepting that the source of nearly all that irritates, annoys, angers and enrages us is not the world itself and its random cruelties, but is instead the imperfections of other people. — Janice Harper Ph.D.

The next thing I consider a reason is its weather. It is so freaking crazy. That’s because in winter, it can entirely freeze my toes off and there are blizzards every other week. But then in the summer, it feels like a burning hell with a 200 degree Fahrenheit so you can expect to have a heat stroke at any moment. It affects everything in me. The weather can instantly change from 80 degrees Fahrenheit to 40 degree Celsius, and it sucks. The miserable weather always makes me feel irritated all the time, angry for whatever small reason and agitated for not being able to do something about it.

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The 2012 census reports that young people are desperately trying to move to urban areas, where they can walk, cycle, or take public transport to jobs, restaurants, schools, and arts centers. — Gina Barreca Ph.D.

Most people in New York City are always busy. That’s another reason why I am going to leave it. There are only a few people who smile at you because most of them don’t give a damn about what you do. Well, there are times that some of them do nice things like holding the door for you. But when you don’t walk in, or you let them hold onto the door for more seconds, it becomes a big deal. It then becomes an unexpected fight that you never thought it would be. Honestly, in my opinion, you can’t meet a friendly-friendly person in the city because everyone else is just minding their own business.

Another thing I realized living for too long in the city is that I am all alone. People I see everywhere is always busy becoming the best versions of themselves, and they love it like that. They stay focused on whatever they do because they always give their 100% in it. And that’s what makes me sad. It triggers my depression because I feel that there’s no one there for me that will become willing to listen to what I’m going through with my life. People in New York City are self-centered but confident I should say. They don’t allow things to cripple them even if it means they have to be alone all the time.

Lack of energy, low self-esteem and dwindling excitement are some of the symptoms that make it hard to get out of a depressed state. — Lisa Firestone, Ph.D.

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When you try and visit the city, you would probably notice homeless people on the streets. Honestly, they are everywhere. Don’t get me wrong; I am not complaining about their existence on the busy street. I am genuinely affected by their situation because I want to help them, but it’s so hard. There’s just too many of them, and I get emotionally traumatized by their condition, and that’s not good for my mental health. From there, I never stop thinking about possibilities and then I overthink about a lot of things.

With all these reasons, I know I have made my point. I’m not saying New York is terrible; I only need to get out of it to regain my mental health. Perhaps I would consider living in the city again. But for now, I need a new environment.

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