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I AM Tougher

Well, it’s finally happened. Today, I turned 30. Truth be told, it’s an age I used to dread. For some reason, in our society, it’s seen as a milestone age. It’s the arbitrary number that many people like to set as an endpoint to fulfilling their dreams. Those who start their own business before 30 are seen as ambitious & driven, great successes. Those who haven’t quite reached their goals by 30 are seen as aimless, the greatest failures. But this isn’t real life, not really. It’s just a misconception. A false narrative. Things happen for people at different times in life, and at different speeds. It may take someone more time to find their purpose and to get the ball rolling, but that’s ok. It generally takes time for things to gain momentum anyway. Each person’s path towards greatness is different. The winds and turns are unique. So, though your journey may take longer, it doesn’t make you any less ambitious, driven, or successful than those who reached their destinations faster. Remember that Jesus didn’t start his ministry until he turned 30. It’s not too late for you.  

At this point, age ain’t nothin but a number. You’re not 17, 20, or 24 anymore. You’re no longer waiting to vote, waiting to drink, waiting to rent a car. Thirty isn’t anything new for you. It’s just another number. A new chapter in your wonderful life. And believe me, your life is wonderful. You may not see it right now, but adversity only makes you stronger. Dark times only make the bright days brighter. You’ll make it through in the end. It’s just a small rough patch, but it isn’t forever. Things will get better. Time will heal your wounds. So, the start of the next year is something exciting and new. No longer something to be dreaded or feared, but something to be relished. An open door looking upon wonders anew. Each new year is a blessing, a sign that you’re alive.  

So, today I turned 30, but I feel good. I’m alive and healthy, and that’s more than enough. Birthdays used to suck for me, I’ve written about that before in the past. But that’s no longer the case, and it won’t ever be again. I can say with great pleasure that this will be the third birthday in a row that I will thoroughly enjoy and cherish. I will have an amazing day today. I will have an amazing year. I will have an amazing life. That’s not an empty boast. I speak it into existence. I am no longer the miserable whelp that I used to be. What a difference having my mental and emotional health makes. Things were tough, but I AM TOUGHER.  

The universe threw everything it had at you, but you’re still here. I’m still here. What a time to be alive. We were broken people but we aren’t like that any longer. They can’t hold us down; they can’t hold us back. I’m a year older, but a year wiser, and a year healthier. Your mind is without a doubt your strongest weapon. As with any other tool you have to keep it clean and you have to keep it polished. So, what does that entail? It means you have to monitor your thoughts. You have to keep mental tabs on how you feel about different things and why. It means you have to discharge toxicity from your life; cut out negative thinking. What does all this leave you with? It leaves you with a firm sense of self. You know your worth. You know what’s beneficial for you, and you know what’s harmful. You have a better understanding of the intricacies and the nuances of life in general, and your life specifically. You’re rewarded with a top-down view of your life. But most importantly you have better self-awareness. An area that is sorely lacking in this day & age. 

It’s good to dream, it’s good to be confident, it’s good to reach for the stars. But in doing so, you have to be realistic. One of the worst things you can do to yourself is pursue something blindly with little or no awareness. You don’t want to be called delusional. You need time to think and reflect. It’s a must. Not optional. You can give your best effort and still fail; you weren’t meant to pursue everything that you want to pursue. You aren’t going to excel at everything you do. That’s just the way of life. So, you have to focus your efforts and your energy on the path that was meant for you. By 30, you should have some sense of your strengths and weaknesses. If you don’t, you need to sit down and have a conversation with yourself. There’s nothing worse than not knowing who you are or what you stand for. If you don’t even know yourself, how can you expect other people to get to know you or want to get to know you? 

I’ll admit it. This was an area that I struggled with immensely in the past. I had very little self-awareness. One could argue that I had no self-awareness. But that’s just nitpicking. I remember in my junior high and high school days I was peculiar in all the wrong ways. I was an attention seeker, a drama queen. Someone who wanted to stand out for the sake of standing out. Someone who didn’t want to be forgotten or left behind. But I wasn’t honest with myself or others. I was very much in my own world. Living a fantasy. I didn’t have a realistic outlook on where I was, where I was going, or where I wanted to be. I had a skewed sense of self-importance. In my underdeveloped mind I thought people knew who I was, knew what I was about, knew what I was doing. But how would people know things about me if I never told them? People aren’t mindreaders. That’s something someone probably should’ve told me when I was growing up. Cause I lived a life trapped in my delusions. The adolescent mind is a strange place. Easily influenced and easily led astray. 

But likewise, easily confused. And let me tell you, boy was I a confused individual. I wanted to be noticed, but at the same time, I felt uncomfortable when people went out of their way to do things for me. I liked being spoiled, but I also wanted to fade into the background. That being said, having a late summer birthday was a blessing and a curse (probably more so a curse). Having a June birthday, your mom would probably send you to school with a bunch of cupcakes on one of your last days, and you would have a nice birthday celebration to close out the school year. Having an early August birthday, you weren’t given that luxury. You were forgotten about. You couldn’t really celebrate at the end of the year, because there was still some time before your day. But on the other hand, you couldn’t celebrate at the beginning of the year because 1) your time had already passed, and 2) you still had to traverse the awkwardness that comes with starting a new school year. As a result, I never had a birthday party growing up. And that wasn’t for lack of asking on my mom’s part. I was young, but I already had anxiety thinking about who to invite, and who would show up. I was an overthinker at a young age. So, I declined to have birthday parties. 

As I got older, this desire changed. I wanted recognition on my special day, but how would I go about it? I didn’t really know, so I never vocalized it. There was thus a disconnect between what was in my mind and what was out there in the universe. People didn’t know when my birthday was so how could they celebrate it? I never told anybody so how would they know? But I still remember vividly the first summer that I worked at camp, I had the same birthday as another individual. I woke up and went to the dining hall for breakfast like any other day, and what I saw distressed me for reasons I didn’t know at the time. There was a banner and balloons telling the whole world that it was this individual’s birthday, but barely anybody had acknowledged mine. I had mentioned the date in passing to a few people, but in my mind, I thought I had made it clear and obvious. That was evidently not the case. This incident fouled my mood for the rest of the summer. This was my first encounter with the birthday blues. I remember later that week, we had our staff dinner, celebrating the hard work we had put in for the summer. I spent that night crying in the cabin, feeling unloved. When asked what was wrong, I really had no answer. 

This was depression. This was anxiety. I knew I had the former, and I knew nothing about the latter. But I didn’t know how to cope with either of them or how to handle the added pressure. And I wouldn’t learn more for quite some time. This was my first bout with depression. My transition from a good upbringing to a tortured existence. The battle was within my mind, I really didn’t understand that. So, my perception was that I was misunderstood. People didn’t know who I was. Now, I wasn’t wrong. But my focus was aimed at the wrong things. Due to lack of self-awareness, I didn’t realize that there were quite a number of things I could/should change, and that there were many areas of weakness that needed improvement. I was angry at the world because they didn’t get me. But I was too blind to see that I didn’t get myself. My hardships were always someone else’s fault. I didn’t want to take accountability for the shittiness that I felt. Because that would make me culpable. 

It’s a hard thing to accept. Especially when your mind isn’t fully developed yet. I know they say adulthood starts when you turn 18, but I really don’t believe that. Our society expects 15- and 16-year-olds to be this close to having their shit figured out, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. Towards the end of my college career, I thought I had it figured out. I thought I knew what I wanted to do and where I wanted to go with my life. But this was another false notion. What I wanted was not in fact what I wanted. It was actually what I thought society wanted from me and what I thought my parents expected. That’s not the way to live. You’ll find out sooner or later that sometimes this doesn’t satisfy. Hopefully. What you need is purpose, passion. If you don’t love what you do, you’re not going to be happy. 

Sometimes a job is just a job. It makes ends meet. And it’s fine for a time. But don’t you want more from life? Don’t you deserve more? Stop feeling sorry for yourself, and get out and make something of it. There are things to do, places to go, people to meet, art to appreciate. If you know you’ve reached a dead end, the best thing to do is to double back and try a different route. You have options. You aren’t stuck. It just takes a little bit of thinking to reason out your next step. Your next step doesn’t have to be a leap. It can be a baby step, it can be an inch. A next step is an indication that you’re searching for something better. For something more. This can be career-wise, a personal or financial goal, a new passion or hobby. It doesn’t matter. If you love something and you’re good at it, find a way to maximize your potential. 

I’ve touched upon all of this before, but important things need positive reinforcement. Keep repeating positive things to yourself until you believe them. Soon it becomes a lifestyle, it becomes your first instinct. It becomes your mantra. In changing your thought process you made yourself 1% better. And that’s what we should strive for: 1% better each day. That is how you heal, that is how you release the grip that trauma has had on your life. That is how you make it through to the next year. You want to constantly be looking for ways to better yourself. Where you’re at is not good enough. You’re on a path towards greatness. So each new day, week, year you should be seeking to show the world a better version of yourself. Year 29 was good, but year 30 will be even better.

It took me a while to get here, but I made it! I’m still here. I went through some shit in my life, but I did it. Every year from age 5 to age 22, they ask you what you want to be when you grow up. I thought I knew, but I really didn’t. Things changed, circumstances changed, my mind changed. Even after college I thought I knew what my path was, but I didn’t. I hadn’t found my truth, I hadn’t found my purpose. I didn’t discover it for real until 28. I wasn’t happy and I wasn’t satisfied. I had no purpose and I had no motivation. I was stuck in a rut for a long time. My birthday blues came and went, came and went. And depression built month by month. I had good days and I had bad days. Ups and downs. But until I addressed the root of the issue, things didn’t change. Until I tackled the two decades plus of pent-up emotion there was no release for my discontentment. Until I got my mind right nothing else went right. What a difference having my mental and emotional health makes. What a difference it makes, finally being healthy. Ooh I feel good. I feel great. Thirty is just another number. A new chapter waiting to be filled with new adventures. Depression was tough, but I AM TOUGHER. Bring on the new year.

Listen!

Listen 

And… we’re back! Sorry I’ve been so sporadic with my posts lately. I haven’t been consistent in the slightest, and I apologize for that. I’d like to say that things came up, but that’s not exactly the truth. The implied connotation for that phrase is similar to, “we need to talk.” A declaration that something is wrong, that confrontation is imminent, that an urgent matter is on the docket. But that is not the case in this regard. Simply put, I’ve been busy. I’m still just as dedicated to my writing as I have been, but let’s be honest, so far 2021 has been much different than 2020. But then again, each year is different. That’s just the reality of it. We like to throw around the phrases, “same old, same old,” or “same shit, different day,” but that’s selling each 24-hour period short. The implication is that you believe that each day is the same as the next. If that were truly the case, then believing that change is on the horizon or that there are better days ahead would be illogical. If each day is the same then there is no allowance for nuance. But that’s not how life is. Each day is different, and as such, each week is different, each month is different, and each year is different. 

The long and the short of it is that in 2020 I had more time to write. There were periods of time when I wasn’t working; there were times when I was working from home; on top of that, the whole world was shut down, which all afforded me extra writing time. Although I haven’t been posting as much this year, I can still see that this year is fruitful. Things are coming together for sure. Although the fingers aren’t clacking (as much), the mind is still working, the gears still turning, ideas still engaging. I set my goals: short-term, long-term, and in the mid-future, and I won’t settle until I’ve accomplished everything I’ve set out and more! I believe in myself, I trust in my God-given ability, and I know my self-worth. My mind is focused, my blinders are up. I know what I have to do, it’s just a matter of doing it now.  

But just cause my mind is clear and my objective is off in the distance and there for the taking, it doesn’t mean I can’t always learn more and I can’t find alternative paths that lead to my destination. Life is all about learning and adapting. Those that don’t adapt, get left behind. In an ever-changing world you can’t afford to let that happen. You need to keep an open mind. I know I keep going back to the same old mantras, but I repeat them because I believe in them. That being said, keeping an open mind means being amenable to gaining knowledge from unexpected sources. One such source would be God. Obviously, whether or not it’s unexpected depends on your perspective. 

When God tells you something, listen. Listening and obeying is what I struggle with, more than anything else. I know I’ve said that about other things, but it’s for real this time! Growing up, I always prayed for guidance, to hear his voice, for Him to show me a sign. And He always granted that request. It turns out that maybe I was praying for the wrong thing. What I probably needed more was actually an obedient heart and discernment. But it’s hard to break out of habits, especially bad ones. That only became more and more evident as I went to more therapy sessions. Not to sound like a broken record, but looking back on things you’ve learned, you realize how simplistic all these lessons seem. But the little things add up. Small tips and tricks go a long way. Each seemingly minuscule lesson or change in your lifestyle plays a part in altering your brain chemistry and your mindset. It’s easy to retreat to your default thought process; sometimes it seems as though the more things change, the more they stay the same. It’s hopeless. I can’t change. I can’t get better. It’s just wasted effort. I try and try but nothing is different. These are all lies. Don’t let that sense of doubt creep into your mind. In order to enact change in your life, you need to be intentional.  

The old adage, “you’ll only change if you want to change,” is not just a cliché. Sure, maybe it’s overused, but it’s still a truth that you need to internalize. Come to think of it, most of these sayings have lost their meaning. But take a second and really think about the words. You’ll find meaningful advice hidden there. Breaking out of habits takes time and concentrated effort. When you find yourself falling back into bad habits, you have to make a mental note of it and force yourself to think, act, or react in a different way. Eventually this will become your new norm, but it will not develop on its own. At the start it needs to be manufactured. The first step to progress is acknowledging that there is something wrong and that things could be done differently. But remember that the first step is the hardest part. Once you accept responsibility for the change in your life it becomes easier. You’ll start seeing the steps lay themselves out in front of you. You’ll be able to see what you need to do and where you need to go. Now keep in mind that it won’t always be easy. You might backslide or feel like you’re regressing, but you need to keep pushing forward. That’s the only way.  

The only way to develop a habit is repetitive action. The only way to break a habit is intentional action. Progress begins with you. The person most capable of helping you is yourself. The most reliable person in your life is you. People may tell you that they’ll be with you through thick and thin, but their actions might tell you differently. But that’s just how life goes. People drift apart, friendships fizzle out. People will let you down, even your loved ones. An innocuous comment can end up cutting deep. Words can be misconstrued; actions can be misinterpreted. You aren’t going to make everyone happy. You can’t please everyone. That’s just the way of it. That’s why you have to focus on yourself and your goals. The only thing in your control is you. We’re all individuals and as such we will react differently to external stimuliYou have to learn how to tune out the noise, which again takes concentrated effort. If you want better for your life, you have to reach out and grasp it. It’s there for the taking. 

But it’s important to form good habits. Without good habits you won’t consistently get the most effective results. Don’t get me wrong, good things can and will happen, and you will have positive outcomes, but the process is equally as important as the end result. Your main focus in life should be setting yourself up for success, both in the present and in the future. And this starts with the process. If your process is solid then your results will be consistent. On your path towards greatness, consistency is paramount. You have to break out of the cycle of monotony and despair. Life is too short to spend the majority of it miserable. Love the life you live, it’s the only one you’ve got! If you’re not happy with where your life is then you have to take the proper steps to pursue happiness. No one is going to do it for you. Your happiness and sense of purpose are more important than money or prestige. If you wake up one day and realize that you’ve gone down the wrong career path, it’s not too late to change. You are in control of your life. Sometimes it doesn’t feel that way. Sometimes you feel stuck or lost, but you need to take a step back and BREATHE. Relax and refocus.  

Once you’ve realized your purpose, you have to do everything in your power to reach your dreams and achieve your goals. Don’t start doubting your ability, and don’t question your decisions. Once you make a decision, stick to it! But keep in mind, that it’s okay to “fail”. Not everything is going to work out the way you anticipated. Not everything will be accomplished on your first try. What matters is that you tried. But now that you’ve seen Method A turn up unsuccessful, it’s time to try Methods B, C, and D. Keep pushing. Let the word “failure” be stricken from your vocabulary. You know where you wanna go, it’s just a matter of figuring out what needs to be done, and actually doing it. Don’t let fear control you. Too often, people our generation are holding themselves back due to their fears. Fear of living up, fear of meeting expectations, fear of opinions, fear of image. But none of this matters nearly as much as you think it does. You have to do what’s best for #1. If you feel like you need to quit your toxic work environment, do it. If you think it’s best to decline a promotion because it doesn’t help you on your career path or doesn’t feel like the right fit, do it. If you feel like it’s time to exit the regular workforce and start working for yourself, doing contractor work, or going back to school, DO IT. It’s not too late to start over, or to pursue something different. Don’t call it a mid-life or a quarter-life crisis. Instead call it quarter-life renewal & rediscovery. People change their minds about things all the time, so do not be afraid to change your mind in regards to your career. People don’t always stick with one thing. Most people have multiple things that they’re passionate about. People have differing interests, and sometimes these interests change. Do what makes you happy, do what feels fulfilling, do what you love. Release yourself from your fear(s), you’ll feel much better for it. 

Others will look at you funny, trust me. Someone somewhere will think you’re crazy for doing what you just did. You turned down a lucrative financial position to become an artist?! You quit your job with nothing lined up and took six months off?! You took a job that pays you less?! First off, mind your business. Second, I’m doing this for ME. Like I said, you can’t please everyone. Fuck the haters, it’s your life. People like to talk, people like to gossip, people like to judge, but that’s cause they’re jealous. They wish they had the cojones to quit their job without anything lined up. They wish they had the drive to pursue their dreams. They wish they weren’t riddled with self-doubt. They like to make excuses, and claim that they’re stuck. The only thing stuck is their mindset. They accepted mediocrity, they embraced monotony, they settled into their loser mentality. So don’t get too caught up in the opinions of people that don’t matter. It’s in one ear, out the other. Brush your shoulders off. Losers can’t bring you down. Cut off the negativity. Positive vibes only. You’ve got this shit. You’re on top of the world and nobody can stop you. You’ll come out just fine, because you’re working on you.  

For reasons unknown, it is taboo to talk about mental illness and emotional health in this society. But we need to break the stigma. It’s okay to admit that you’re broken, in fact we all are. Let’s talk about it. I’ve been beating this drum for a year and a half now, and I ain’t gonna relent. Sorry, not sorry. This is an issue that I will always go to bat for. It would be a waste if I went to 22 months of therapy and didn’t share my knowledge and experience. You know me, I am a strong advocate for therapy. But if there is anything in my power to prevent someone from reaching the point where it is necessary, I will do it. Whether that be in the form of conversation, encouragement, or advice, I stand open before you. I am not a professional, and I will never claim to be one, but I am more than willing to open up a dialogue. I was in a dark place and I don’t want to see other people go down a similar path. It pains my heart to see such brokenness. 

My girlfriend’s sister asked me the other day if I was happy. And I told her unequivocally, “yes I am.” I feel good about where I am. I may not have a high paying job, own a house, or have fame or recognition, but I can say that I undoubtedly am thriving. That’s because I’ve been cutting out the bullshit, I’ve slowly but systematically removed the toxins from my bloodstream. It started out with my loser mindset. I was like every other miserable millennial in the US: working a dead end job that I hated; not saving enough money for my future; not thinking I had a future; thinking that this was it, I’m going to be working and grinding for 45 years with nothing to show for it; feeling lost and unfulfilled. My thoughts were filled with pessimism, self-lament, melancholy, and nihilism. But I found a higher purpose. It stemmed from reaching the darkest point of my life, but without it there wouldn’t have been progress. I needed something that would catch my attention and get me to therapy, and this was God’s way of doing it. 

There were several occasions where therapy looked like it was on the horizon but never ended up happening. There was a period of time in college where I went to see one a few times, but it wasn’t consistent. It was a school-provided service, which let’s be honest, isn’t the greatest. I don’t pin all the blame on the individuals working there, a university has thousands of students, not everyone is going to get the adequate care that they need. So that didn’t work out. There were several times in high school where my depression kicked in to a higher gear, and I told my mom I needed to see a therapist. But if mental health is taboo now, it was even more so back then, so that didn’t happen either. Regardless, God found a way. He gave me what I needed, and I’m better for it.

There’s no doubt in my head that it worked, that’s why I’m such a strong advocate for it. Early on, I had told my therapist, “I feel like depression will never leave me. I can figure out methods to cope with it, but it will always creep back.” Let me be the first to tell you that this is another lie from the devil. I can happily say that I’ve been freed from the bonds of depression, and I’m never going back! Sure, sometimes it tries to creep back, but I don’t let it take root. You can have shitty days, everyone has them, but you aren’t going to have a shitty life. But in order to prevent that, you have to cut out toxicity. There are some things that you may not be able to get rid of right away, that is why you have to take the time to evaluate your life. What negative things affect you the most? What things can be changed quickly? If you don’t like certain things in your life, it’s up to you to change it. For me my trimming process went as such: first I stopped taking everything my mom said to heart, she means well but she is manipulative and controlling; second I left my toxic work environment, which allowed me to start thinking clearly for the first time in six years; third I drank and smoked less, lessening my dependence on crutches that prevented me from properly addressing issues; fourth I started concerning myself less with the opinions of my friends and peers, I killed my FOMO and I stopped trying to live up to expectations that I had projected upon them. Once I cut out the negative energy, I was able to redefine my life in accordance to God’s will. What was my purpose and what were my strengths?

Realizing what I wanted to do with my life was the most empowering and freeing thing that ever happened to me. Sure, I didn’t find out until 28, but it’s not too late to chase your dream. That’s what drives me forward, that’s why I can be happy in such a fucked up and miserable world. Cause I know I will hit it big with my writing someday. That I believe, and that’s what gives me the motivation to tackle each new day. I’m on a path towards greatness. Right now where I’m at is just a quick pitstop. But I do get the sense that if circumstances were different and if I had paid more attention earlier in my life I would’ve ascertained my life ambition sooner. I mean, that’s neither here nor there, but let’s just play this scenario out.

God is the creator of everything, that much we know. God works in mysterious ways is another saying that we hear often. That being said, God is the creator of foreshadowing, although we really don’t think about that. If I look back on my life, reading and writing have been constants. Writing is what I was called to do, but it took me a while to put two and two together. God played with foreshadowing so that the older me would know that this is in fact what I’m called to do. When I was a kid sure I played outside like everyone else, but mostly I was inside playing with Legos or reading books. As I got older I drifted away from casual reading, but did still thoroughly enjoy nearly every novel that we read in my English classes. I still remember To Kill a Mockingbird, Beowulf, 1984, Of Mice & Men, and many more. I didn’t start reading casually again until I got to college, but it quickly became one of my favorite pastimes. Reading just hits different. There’s nearly no limit to the depths your imagination can go to when devouring fiction that’s free from the inhibition of pre-conceived visual representation. This aspect is what makes books and audiobooks unique compared to other art forms. Anyway, I’m drifting off topic here. 

I’ve been blogging on and off for more than a decade. As a pre-teen I had a Xanga page. I don’t remember what I posted on there, but most of it was writing in some form. Back in sixth grade, I started listening to rap music, so I thought I could become a rapper, so I wrote a few rhymes. In eighth grade I started playing guitar, so I thought I could be in a band, so I wrote some lyrics. Later on, I started a blogspot then switched to Tumblr. I mostly just reposted pictures and random things that I liked, but my freshman year of college I started writing poetry. And now obviously, I write here. So what does this all have in common? Writing. Writing is writing is writing. The funny thing is I didn’t start seeing myself as a creative until recently. But when it comes down to it, that’s what I’ve always been. I wasn’t built for an office job, or to be a salesperson. That’s one of the reasons why I was miserable for so long. 

John Mayer once described creativity as pulling something into existence; reaching behind a veil that separates what you know from what you don’t know, and creating something from it. One of my friends had shown me this clip recently, and there couldn’t be a more apt comparison. When I work on my blog posts/essays and my fantasy novel/series, it truly does feel like that’s what I’m doing. My essays are usually long because they don’t feel complete until I’ve said everything that I want to say. It’s a way of organizing my thoughts into coherent sentences and paragraphs. For my novel, the story is buried in my head somewhere but it’s like uncovering a fossil. Bits and pieces become clearer as I think more about it. It truly feels like a lightbulb moment each time I answer one of the questions that was circulating in my mind. Although nothing has been written at that point, progress has still been made. So it’s slowly but surely coming together, and I won’t rush greatness.

So even though it took longer than needed for me to finally understand the impact that I was meant to make in this world, I won’t stress about it. But the loss of time is why it isn’t just about hearing God’s voice, it’s also about listening and obeying. When He tells you something, it could come in the form of a strong nudge or a straight up shout, but be obedient. It’s always better in the long run. In the past, if I didn’t like the sign He gave me, I would ask for another sign or do the opposite like Jonah. But you can’t fool God. You’ll usually find your way back to that same crossroads further down the line. When you’re doing things according to God’s will you will know, because he will give you continuous nudges of encouragement and reveal more signs to light your path. Likewise, if you keep doing the opposite, He will also let you know. Because He also has a funny sense of humor; it could come to you as minor embarrassment or become an “I told you so moment.” The best you can do is listen and obey. God will always find a way. But will He need to tell you twice?

Blood, Sweat, & Memories

Growing up is difficult. Life is difficult. Parenting looks difficult. Nobody asked to be born. They just were. Maybe your parents were ready for you, maybe they weren’t. But regardless, parenting requires on the job learning. You can only absorb so much from books, and training seminars. Of course, this is not something I know about from experience, seeing as I don’t have kids yet. But from observation alone, I’m able to deduce that this is a challenge that I do not envy. I’m pretty sure you’ll never learn how to be the perfect parent. That’s striving for something that isn’t attainable. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. Everything in life requires a certain amount of effort.

Many of us don’t lack determination, we don’t lack self-motivation, drive, or ambition. For much of my life, I wasn’t part of this crowd, but that’s beside the point. What we do lack sometimes is time. Time to reflect. Time to pause. Time to refocus. Life in the northeast is always go, go, go! It’s fast-paced. Everyone is a go-getter, people are always in a rush. There’s no time for small talk. We’re too busy for this, too busy for that. We’re climbing the ladder, on our way up. Tunnel vision, locked in. That’s not to say that any of this is bad. It’s good to have ambition. It’s good to set goals for yourself. It’s good to know what you want. But you can’t be all action, all the time. It gets exhausting. It’s healthy and beneficial to hit pause every once in a while.

Go on vacation, take a day off for a fishing trip, take a mental health day, stay at a cabin for a bit. Maybe your boss or your workplace frowns upon vacations or sick days, but fuck em. Take advantage of the time that you earned. You worked hard for this. You deserve the rest. Sometimes it’s hard to admit that you’re overworked, hard to admit that you need a break. But you need to take care of yourself mentally, emotionally, and physically. Your brain requires exercise, same as your body. But likewise, you need to give both a breather. Like a computer, you need to shut down and restart every once in a while. It can’t be all work and no play. Your brain needs variety. There’s time for work, and there’s time for aspirational thinking. There’s crunch time and there’s downtime. There’s doing, and there’s dreaming. You need both. Like I’ve been saying, balance is key.

You have to take care of yourself. If you don’t look out for yourself, who will? But it’s ok to ask for help. It’s ok to acknowledge that maybe you don’t know what you’re doing or where you’re going. Mental illness and emotional health issues are often looked at disdainfully in this society. There’s a negative stigma surrounding these topics. But know this: you’re not alone. You’re not broken beyond repair. Just because you’re seeing a therapist doesn’t mean that you’re a faulty human being. We all have our issues. Nobody is perfect. Each individual has their own vices, vulnerabilities, blind spots. And oftentimes we start out ill-equipped to take on the challenges that life throws at us. But we live and we learn, and we build up our tools. We take our experiences, and find ways to grow from them. Find ways to do things more efficiently. In order to develop the right tools, the ones that work for you, you need to try different things. If it’s not working out one way, you have to be flexible enough to try it a different way. If that way doesn’t work, you need to be willing to seek outside help or advice. If that still doesn’t work, then you know that this isn’t for you, and it’s time to move on, to pursue something else. You know what they say about trying to shove a square peg through a round hole? Sometimes we do it to ourselves.

We force ourselves into a life that we think we want. We pursue a career that we think will make us happy. We start living the lives that we think people expect of us. We care so much about what others think of us that we forget about what wecare about. Our parents’ aspirations for us become our aspirations. We end up losing focus and getting confused. We think that our dream is so crazy that we don’t take the steps necessary to follow our passion. It’s easy to fall into this fallacy. So easy. But you have to separate the voices in your head. Learn to distinguish between your own voice and the voices of others. How do you do this? Listen. Listen for the sound of your voice. Eventually you’ll be able to recognize it. What do you want? What will make you happy? What will bring you success? What does success look like to you? What will be fulfilling for you?

These are some of the questions you need to ponder on your journey called life. These of course, are not all of life’s questions, but this is a good place to start. Better late than never as they say. Some people are equipped with the tools to tackle these questions from the jump (lucky them!), but many others are not. Think of a RPG, typically you are given a certain amount of points to spend on specific character traits. Where do you think they came up with this system? From real life of course! No two individuals have an identical skillset, therefore no two individuals will approach challenges in the same exact way. One method may work for one person, but not work for another. Some people can sweet talk their way out of any scenario, others can problem solve like no other. Just because you’re one way, and someone is another doesn’t mean that you’re inferior to them or vice versa. You are unique. You are you, and there’s no one else exactly like you. Embrace it! Love who you are. Look how far you’ve come. We’re not fortune tellers, but we can all see into our own futures. Dream it. Manifest it. You are capable of opening your own doors if you put in the effort.

Life is a learning process. You’re continually building and reworking. Tinkering and tweaking. It is constant trial & error. Sometimes you may feel overwhelmed or drained, but you have to keep on trying. Life goes on. It can get monotonous at times, but there will always be twists and turns, hills and valleys. That’s just the nature of the beast. To get through the slow or dull times, you need to have interests, you need to have hobbies, you need to have passions. What keeps you going? Once you find it, pursue it with your every fiber. Do you want to be an artist? Do you want to make music on the side? Do you have stories to tell? Are you built for research? Do you love finance? Do it, chase it, whatever it is. Stop giving a fuck what other people think, stop letting people control your trajectory in life. Your parents want you to be a doctor, but you want to be a lawyer, then go to law school! If that results in you getting cut off, then good, you didn’t need that person or that energy in your life in the first place

You have to do what’s best for your own mental and emotional health. I can’t stress this enough. Taking care of your mind is just as important as eating healthy and exercising. Seeing a therapist regularly is exercise for your soul. It brings healing, it brings closure, it brings rebirth. I can’t speak highly enough of it. It works wonders. Society may call you defective for seeking therapy. Certain people from the church may try to pray your depression away. But mental illness is an infirmity same as the flu or a cold. It needs to be treated. It may start with medicine in the form of therapy, but it can end with rest and self-care. Therapy provides you with the tools necessary to cope. It helps you understand yourself better. It brings timbre to your voice. It helps you to know who you are and what you’re meant for. Once you have the tools, you’re able to do things on your own. I can attest to that. My mind is finally healthy for the first time in a long time, possibly in my entire life. I can think clearly now. The daily struggles of anxiety aren’t so hard to deal with anymore. I know better, I know more. I’m more capable, now that my demons are no longer breathing down my neck.

And to be quite honest I wouldn’t have gotten to my point of healing if I hadn’t reached the darkest time in my life. For years I knew that I was depressed. I struggled with it on and off since 10th grade, but I never did anything about it. I would reach a valley and decide that I needed help, but not seek it out. Sometimes I would come to the conclusion that I should probably see a therapist, but I never reached the point where I thought I needed to see one. I didn’t think that it was something that could be fixed. I figured the lows were inevitable and I just needed to wait them out. That, my friends is another fallacy. You can get better, you can heal. You’ll never fully get over your depression and anxiety but you can control it. You can tell them who’s boss. When you learn to better understand your own thoughts and emotions, you can keep these demons in front of you, on a tight leash, rather than stalking you from behind. You may have bad days or bad weeks, but if you keep your mind healthy you can start to minimize these moments. Things will get better organically, that’s the natural course of the universe, but you can help speed it up with mental exercises and positive thinking.

Easier said than done. It takes persistent effort and training on your part. People don’t go from glass-half-empty to glass-half-full overnight. Like the mental toolbox, some people start out optimistic, some people have the drive, the mental fortitude. But others do not. But don’t think about them, think about you. As fate would have it, the same week that I wrote my previous post about brighter days, my pastor started a new sermon series, which he has titled “Jogging for Jesus.” He has been making many significant points, but the emphasis has been on running your race. Your race is unique; your calling is unique. Don’t compare yourself to others. If you’re looking from side to side, or looking back, you’re not running as fast as when your eyes are forward, your head is down. Put on the blinders. If you know what you’re called to do, don’t let anything stop you. If you don’t know your calling yet, then pray that you find it. I’d like to believe the timing of this is divine providence. God telling me that I’m on the right path, going where I need to go. 

I know what my goal is and I know some of the steps I need to take to get there. Do you? You won’t know all the steps, but you’ll learn. Don’t let the pressures of society wear you down. Sometimes it may feel like a chicken & egg thing. On the one hand, depression and anxiety forming, due to the pressures of life. Onset stress due to perceived expectations. On the other, withdrawing from society due to our depression and anxiety. Turtling down, and walling up. Break the cycle. Stop giving a fuck about outside expectations. Think. Focus. Are you living up to your own expectations? Are your expectations even attainable? If they’re not, lower them. Lower them to an achievable level. Do what makes you happy. Find your purpose. And know that although it may be different than someone else’s, it is equally legitimate. And do whatever it takes to find your joy, to find your happiness, to find your love, to find your passion.

Unfortunately, drastic steps may need to be taken. Keep this in mind, always. Not everyone who loves you is for you. Not everyone that “matters” has your best interests at heart. Keep your circle tight. Stay on your guard. Be wary of negative energy, blackened auras. They say not to make snap judgments based on first impressions. I say be cautious. Sometimes your first impression may prove right. In the end, everyone is looking out for themselves. Some may be beneficial to you, you may be beneficial to others. Seek symbiotic relationships. You won’t know how clean someone is until you live with them. You won’t know someone’s true intentions until it comes to money. You don’t know how much someone truly cares about you until they hurt you. The trauma you endure from family, friends, school, the church, your peers is significant. It may not be intended, and you may not know it at the time, but the hurt we feel on a daily basis is tremendous, and life-altering. It’s not just about bullying or having soft skin. Sometimes the deepest wounds come from the ones we love and respect the most. But we are resilient. We will work our way through this. Whatever it takes. 

Again, easier said than done. But finding friendships and relationships is more than just finding people to hang out with. It’s finding people that are compatible to you, and you with them. It’s finding people who will put up with your shit, but also being there for them. We’re looking for synergy, working together to build a better future. That being said, you may need to distance yourself from some, cut people off, lose touch with others, whatever you have to do. But don’t just do it on a whim. That is why we need time to reflect and focus. Your words and your actions can’t be taken back. Apologies only go so far. But toxicity is detrimental to your mental health. Keep your mind strong, and exorcise whatever is holding you back, whatever is preventing you from living your best life. And I hate to say it, but you may need to remove family members or friends from your life. They may not be bad people, but the relationship can still be toxic! Don’t let them control you, don’t be willing to accept being gaslighted just because they love you. You don’t have to put up with this shit.

Sometimes distance is key. You may not feel comfortable cutting them off completely. It may weigh on your conscience. But it’s always good to take a step back. Think objectively. Disentangle the pros and the cons. The more you think on these things, the easier it is to decide what you want to do, figure out your approach. I know a lot of times hurt commands you, trauma leads you, but you have to extricate yourself from the situation. A friend of mine made a very poignant statement to me the other day, and it will resonate with me for the rest of my life. “At some point you start to realize that your parents are just other people.” A truer statement was never made. Yes, your parents will love you unconditionally in most cases. Yes, your parents want what’s best for you (again in most cases). Yes, your parents want you to be like them. But this may not be what’s best for your growth and development. I feel like a lot of times, your parents feel like they can control you, or they feel like you’re obligated to obey them just because you’re their offspring. Especially in Christian or immigrant households. But this doesn’t take into account that your mental makeup may differ, your interests may differ, your viewpoints may differ. We each see the world from one pair of eyes, our own. At some point you may find yourself at a crossroads. You may find that you’ve changed drastically in your 2+ decades here on this earth. That’s to be expected. Change occurs when you learn about the world, about society, about yourself. On one side you see a path leading down with your parent’s perspective, on the other you see the new ideas, doctrines, philosophies you’ve learned throughout the years. But you’re an adult now. It’s time for you to decide. Will you continue following in your parents’ shadow? Or will you forge your own way? It’s time to extract the way you see the world from the way your parents see the world. 

So it’s important to set aside time to think and meditate. Is this what I want? Or is this what they want for me? If they overlap or are identical, then great! The people in your life have the same expectations of you, and are holding you to the same standard that you hold yourself to. But the important thing is you took the time to analyze the situation. Cause more often than not, these goals do not coincide. When that happens you have a few decisions to make. Is it more important for you to feel fulfilled or is it more important for you to keep those around you satisfied? Are you ok being a people pleaser or do you want to seek your own happiness? Do you prefer prestige or respect? Do you want to make money or do you want to make art (they’re not mutually exclusive, but emphasis on one curtails the importance of the other)? There are no wrong answers, there’s only the right answer(s) for you. But you have to at least ask the questions. And it’s all a part of growing up. You have to separate your faith (or lack of faith) from your parent’s faith. Separate your world views from their world views. Separate your vision from their vision. Once you find your purpose, once you start doing things for you, you’ll be a lot happier. I guarantee it.

It will likely be a long process to get to where you want to be, but embrace the grind. You have to start from somewhere, so why not start with yourself? Life is too long to live each day in drudgery. But life is too short for you to not be shooting for the stars. Reaching up, and out, and around, looking to make your biggest impact. Breaking out of your cycle of misery and monotony starts with you. You may not feel up to it. Maybe life has kicked you around so many times that you lost count. Maybe you’ve been hurt too many times by friends and family members who don’t understand you. But things can change, people can change, you can change. But change starts from the inside. Don’t make the same mistakes that you made in past years or decades. Don’t make the same mistakes as your parents. What good are mistakes if you don’t learn from them? What good is experience if it doesn’t make you more mature? What good is adversity if it doesn’t mold you into an upgraded version of yourself?

Put in the effort. Put in the time. Work on yourself. Work hard. Persevere. You can heal your mind, you can heal your soul. You can find purpose. You can find ambition. It starts small. One step at a time. One foot in front of the other. Mind over matter. The focus is on you, on keeping your mind healthy. The most important thing is finding what makes you tick, and finding that extra gear. You were brought into this world to do something great! So work your way towards finding out what it is, and putting in your best effort. The work will be hard, the going may be slow, but little by little you’ll get to where you need to go. And when you get there, when you’re at the top of the mountain, you’ll have a lot to be proud of. Look how far you’ve come. Started from the bottom and now you’re here! You’ll have time to reflect, time to relax, time to reminisce. But you can say most assuredly that the blood, sweat & memories were worth the effort in the end.

Mental Health is Emotional Wealth

So I realize I haven’t posted anything in a while, but don’t worry, I’m not going away. You can’t get rid of me that easily! I had something planned/scheduled/started several weeks ago, but I just never really felt like finishing it. That’s the honest truth. But since then, a few things have changed.

First off, July 25th was my last session of therapy ever. The day came and went, and I do miss it a bit. But it was time. Time to let go, time to move on. I had already spent time lamenting the loss of it when we initially decided to head towards termination at the end of March. So I had the time to process, the time to grieve. I know it’s not a person, it’s not a living thing, but these sessions felt like the birth of a life. It felt like a child I had parented. I guess that’s what it was in a way. It was the discovery of a living being. The revealing of a new me. The unearthing of who I am, who I want to be, and what I want to become. So what have I become?

I’ve become confident. I’ve learned to love myself. I stopped sweating the small stuff. I learned positive thinking. I decided to give back, rather than to just take, take, take. I’ve grown as a person, evolved, leveled up. I’ve reached a new stage in my life. For the first time, I feel like I finally have a healthy mind. I’m no longer poisoned by my negativity or my cynicism. I’ll remain cynical, that much will never change. But I won’t let it bog me down, suck me into the mire. People suck, that’s the simple truth. The majority of Americans are miserable, that’s even simpler. But that won’t be me anymore. It’s different now. I’m in a better place. I won’t drop back into the pit that I was stuck in for so long. I can walk upright with my shoulders back and my head held high. I don’t have to pretend to be proud, because I am proud. I’m proud of the improvements I’ve made. I’m proud of the person I’ve become. I faked it until I made it. Now that I’ve broken down and healed, built up and restored, I’m in the best place I could possibly be.

I’m still a work in progress. Everyone is. There’s no such thing as a complete or perfect human being. There is no finished product. That’s how life goes. It is humanity defined. So although there is no final stage in our evolutionary cycle we must continue climbing ever onward with an upwards trajectory. We need to strive for better, continue improving. Upgrading and updating. Renewing and restoring. Refreshing your mental operating system. You can’t keep doing things the same way, and expecting different results. Sometimes your way doesn’t work, and that’s okay. No one expects you to always be right, so you shouldn’t expect that of yourself either. There’s always more to learn. There are always ways to grow. So don’t be stagnant in your personal growth. Onwards and upwards always. When you stagnate and grow apathetic is when you get into trouble. Keep your mind focused and keep your brain occupied. Set goals for yourself: long term, short term, 5 year plan. Whatever works for you. But make sure you are in tune with your emotions. Make sure you have a firm sense of self. Don’t take things too seriously, but don’t be too laidback. Aspire for something greater. Set expectations for yourself. Lofty but attainable. Ambitious but not cutthroat. Roll with the punches. Take advantage of what life gives you. Every challenge is a lesson and an opportunity for growth. Never stop dreaming, and never stop pursuing those dreams. Dreams can change over time, but never stop following your passion(s). Life is more fulfilling when you do what you love, and you love what you do.

I can’t speak for anyone else, so let’s talk about me! What does growth look like? What will I do with my improvements? How have I developed as a person? For one, I will treat this as a graduation. I’ve graduated from my old life, and am entering a new stage. I’ve moved on from my brokenness, and let go of my pain. I learned how to cope with my emotions, and to settle down my thoughts. For all those years, I had a fear of being forgotten, a worry that I would be left behind. I suffered through lack of confidence, lack of motivation. Always feeling like I was misunderstood. But it wasn’t my words that were being misconstrued or my intentions. It was my sense of self. The misunderstanding was within. It was my essence, the entity of my soul that was lost. I didn’t know who I was, or what I was meant to become. I didn’t know what I was put on this planet to do. My sense of identity was lost or non-existent. It wasn’t so much that I was a misunderstood youth, but more so that I didn’t even know who the real Justin was. Tell me, how do you expect others to understand you, if you don’t even understand yourself? It’s crazy! Likewise, how can you expect other people to love you if you don’t even love yourself?

All of this has become clear to me. We did quite a lot of work in these sessions. Made a lot of discoveries. And we would hope so! After all, we therapized for almost two years. And now that we’re done, I feel like a brand new person. Let me tell you, it feels good. It feels great. It feels incredible. The work is done, but the journey still continues. It never stops, it never ends. But now I finally have the tools necessary to continuously improve my life. To shed my old skin, and grow anew each and every day. Mental health is emotional wealth. When your mind’s right, you can get your body right. When your mind’s right, your feelings and emotions aren’t so scary anymore. When your mind’s right, being alone is no longer daunting. You need not worry about stewing in your negativity. Your brain is healthy now. You don’t need affirmation, you don’t need likes. You don’t need to keep up your façade on social media. You’re happy with yourself, you’re happy with what you’re doing. You have the willpower to chase your goals. It gets easier each new day. You can go on. You’ve broken your cycle of drudgery.

I’ve broken through. Some days will be tough, but I will survive. I have a higher purpose. I have a renewed goal. I have an updated vision. In the last month I made a breakthrough with my novel/series/saga. I have not officially started my writing yet, but I feel as though I have made significant progress on my outline. And let me tell you, it feels good. It’s fulfilling, it’s satisfying. My creation is coming into fruition. The world I created in my mind is taking root. I’m a builder and I’m nurturing my seed. Soon my universe will exist. This was what I was meant to do. This was my unrealized dream for so many years. Now that I know myself better, I know that this is what I want. I will be an accomplished, published, fantasy author. And I will take all the necessary steps to ensure that I complete my mission. I will do what it takes to tell my stories. I’m dreaming big, reaching for the stars. I won’t settle for anything less.

I won’t let a job define me. In this day and age, people are more interested in what you do than in who you are. It doesn’t matter what I do, because for me it’s only temporary. It’s the thing that will hold me over until I make it big. I’m a writer, I’m an author. That’s who I am, that’s what I do. Everything else is inconsequential. I’ve never been super motivated by money or by climbing the corporate ladder. I’m different. The only difference between now and then is that I didn’t know my purpose, I didn’t know my end goal. But now that I know what I want, I am single-mindedly working my way towards it. That started with quitting my stressful job in January. For a long time I thought I wanted to get a marketing job or do something that was more writing intensive, but sometimes what you want is not what is best for you. This became clear to me after I ended up taking a simpler, more straightforward job. I don’t have to speak to customers, I don’t manage people, I don’t problem solve, I barely think. I love it! Some people would think that I’m crazy for enjoying this. But I gotta tell you, I’m a thousand times happier, because it’s cleared up my brainpower both during work and after, to think about my stories and to write. The birthing of a story begins with thinking, and I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. But even if you love what you do, you know what they say about all work and no play.

I’ve been enjoying the hell out of my free time, to say the least. It’s been a weird year due to Covid. as we all know. But since I had also quit my job, my schedule for the first half of the year was as follows: 6 weeks off then 6 weeks working, followed by 6 weeks collecting unemployment, and finally 5 weeks working from home before returning back to the office full time in June. So as you can see, I’ve had a lot of time off. I transcribed comic book reading lists, I’m learning Spanish, I’m working on my D&D campaign, I’ve done crosswords, I’ve watched Netflix/Hulu/Disney+, I started watching baseball. I’ve been keeping my activities varied, so I would never work myself into a rut. I’m not the same person that I used to be. I don’t sit on my ass wallowing, and feeling sorry for myself. I don’t worry about what people think of me. I don’t brood with my depressing thoughts. None of that. That ain’t me anymore. I actually enjoy my own company for the first time in over a decade. You can leave me on my own. I can find things to do, and relish my time alone. And I want to say, “Let me tell you, it feels good,” but you already know that. I’ve been saying that since January. Mental health is important. Don’t jeopardize your mental health for career aspirations. They’re not mutually exclusive. Sometimes you need to take a small step backwards in order to take a giant leap forwards. Don’t ever let anyone prevent you from following your dreams. In the end it’s all about making YOU happy. Your biggest priority is yourself. Mental health is emotional wealth. That should be your mantra moving forward.

Un-Dealt with, Ignored, Sitting in a Box

My parents don’t listen to music. I’ve never asked them about it. I didn’t really even question it. It’s not something I ever thought about. Frankly, I’m not even sure if I really noticed it growing up. When we were young, car rides had classical, news radio, or nothing at all. When we got to high school, the pop station would be playing softly in the background, but this was more for my sisters. My parents didn’t sing along, didn’t dance, didn’t rock out, or say, “this is my jam.” The radio was on, so that we weren’t sitting in silence. We usually didn’t talk in the car. Our stereos weren’t blasting on the weekends. We didn’t have loud house parties. When we had people over, there was the sound of talking, and eating, and laughter. We lived a quiet, suburban life and I guess for the most part we preferred it that way. Looking back on it, it was a little bit odd. Not the quietness, but the lack of music.

Everyone listens to music. Music brings you through the good times and the bad, the easy and the hard. Music unites people, brings them together from all walks of life. It’s the great equalizer. Race doesn’t matter, neither does sexual orientation, nor gender. Music gives people things to talk about, things to meditate on, something to listen to, something to dance to. At a concert or a music festival, you don’t look into the crowd and see carbon copies of all the same people, clone of a clone of a clone. There’s diversity, it’s not homogenous. Music speaks to people in different ways. The message is specialized for each individual. Music, like most art is subjective. You’re allowed to make your own opinions, you’re allowed to come to your own conclusions. The artist, the originator, may choose to clarify the meaning behind the music, the meaning behind the lyrics, but it’s not necessarily required. The song may have been written in dark times, but reminds the listener of good times. The song may have been written in a happy moment, but evoke only feelings of sadness. The music may be good for your soul in one stage of your life, but not another. The meaning may change between stages. Music is versatile, and variable. I know I speak for many others, when I say that music is the soundtrack to my life.

It started when I was in 4th or 5th grade. Now, my parents had a rack of CDs, mostly classical music, and albums of old hymns and praise songs, but we never listened to them. They just sat next to the TV collecting dust. One day, my mom came home with two CDs that she said she had bought for us to listen to. They were called WOW Hits 2001 and WOW Hits 2002. They were collections of the most popular Christian pop and rock songs for each year. My younger sister, and I listened to these CDs almost non-stop. First on the boombox in the family room, then on our Discmans that we would receive as gifts later that year. This was the start of something new for us. My mom had bought these CDs from a place called Christian Book Distributors (CBD), a wholesale warehouse that sold Christian books, music, apparel, and gifts. They opened their doors two or three times a year, and allowed the general public to go and purchase whatever it was that they needed or wanted. So every time the doors opened, we would buy a handful of CD’s. That continued on for several years.

At that time, I started listening to the radio as well, to get a better mix of genres. I had a friend who had a Discman with a radio tuner that he listened to during recess. He introduced me to MIX 98.5 and JAMN 94.5, the local pop and rap stations respectively. I had reached the first act of my rebellious phase. I don’t know if this was ever blatantly stated to me, but at some point I had picked up the notion that secular music was bad, and capable of rotting your mind. It was unhealthy to listen to too much of it, and hip hop was the most unhealthy of them all. So naturally, I gravitated towards it. When I was in 6th grade, my dad was growing tired of coming home to me playing videogames all day, so he decided that I was going to have a productive summer. I went to a day camp for a week where I created a 64bit Flash or Java game (I honestly don’t know what the difference is). After completing this, I was shipped off to China for three weeks. One of his coworkers had developed a short-term study program to educate pre-teens and teens about Chinese culture. It was based solely on word of mouth communication. I knew several of the kids from the monthly potluck get-togethers that a group of my dad’s coworkers hosted. We stuck together because we were the only ones who were not in high school.

Our days consisted of doing tai chi, eating traditional Chinese meals, sightseeing, and taking various classes such as history, calligraphy, and learning about the arts. But there was plenty of free time. I spent a lot of it observing, interacting, and soaking up information passed down from the older youth. It was a welcome hiatus from my closed-off, sheltered bubble of an existence. As a kid, I wasn’t allowed to go to sleepovers, so this was my first extended sojourn with non-Christians. This was a novel experience for me, to say the least. I wouldn’t say I came back completely changed, but I was certainly open to influence. 

Earlier in the year, I had purchased Kanye West’s The College Dropout after hearing ads for it on the radio and seeing it in the advertisement booklets included with the newspaper. I wouldn’t fully understand the impact this album had on me until nearly a decade later. For the next several years I listened to JAMN 94.5 diligently and watched music videos on BET in the years that we had cable TV. My parents were cheap(er) back in the day; every two years or so, when the contract expired they would renegotiate our Internet/phone deal. Usually the package would include free cable for a limited time as part of the bundle. Once the trial expired, we’d keep the internet, and cut the cable. These days would also introduce me to my first forays into writing, social media, and blogging. We had the precursors to Facebook and the like, in Myspace, AIM, and Xanga. I didn’t know it then, but the writing would stick with me. I wasn’t very good at it, but my first attempts at creating original content were writing some bars for rap songs that I had created in my head; influenced by then current-day classics as Drop It Like It’s Hot, Candy Shop, and Jesus Walks. But things changed pretty quickly after that.

The following year, in 2005, when I was looking through the CBD catalog, the cover art for a particular album caught my eye. It was Demon Hunter’s The Triptych. I’m not sure what exactly it was. Maybe it was how badass I thought the demon skull on the cover looked. I don’t really know, but regardless I knew my mom wouldn’t let me buy this album, so I didn’t try. But it stuck in my mind. Fast forward to August 2006, I had just returned from a family vacation and had found out about Facebook and Limewire earlier in the summer. Demon Hunter, along with The Devil Wears Prada, As I Lay Dying, and Becoming the Archetype were the first bands I would look up on Youtube, as well as download. I fell in love. I had discovered the anthem of the angsty teenager and the misunderstood youth. I still listened to rap occasionally, but metalcore, post-hardcore, melodic death metal, and other “scene” music was my go-to. Little did I know, but I unwittingly let the emotions of the music reflect deeply on the emotions of my life. The anger in these lyrics and these guitar riffs did not alleviate the anger I felt in my own head, heart, and soul.

Hindsight is 20/20, and as you get older you start to see past experiences and events with increasingly more clarity. I don’t know where it started to go wrong, but before I knew it, the depression started. From 10th grade on, it was something I would struggle with on and off. It would come and go, ebb and flow. Winters and summers would be the worst. You know how Biggie once said, “birthdays was the worst days?” That was the story of my life. The months of July and August were by far the worst months of the year for me. The moodiness typically lasted anywhere between three to eight weeks, leading up to and away from my birthday. The cause was a composite of things including anxiety, insecurity, doubt, and pessimism. I didn’t have very much self-confidence, self-awareness, love or respect for myself. For some reason things didn’t exactly click for me after I went through puberty. I guess I didn’t fully grasp the changes going through my body and my brain, and there was no one there to explain them to me. I was pulled from sex ed, and my dad was always lost in his own world. A mother is not a very great teacher for a growing boy (in certain aspects), and my youth pastor had some sort of superiority complex that greatly inhibited his ability to instruct me properly. And thus I had no suitable role model. I had lost my way on the journey of life, and I didn’t have a mentor to keep me on track. So music became my guide. Music gave me direction, gave me a focus. But unbeknownst to me, not only did heavy music help me through my pain and the darkness, but it also held me down at the same time. I didn’t see or understand the duality in this. This music was my life blood, my driving force, but also my crutch, and my encumbrance.

Heavy music kept me just strong enough to keep going. Naturally I’ve always been shy and introverted, but this type of music made me introspective as well, and I became more and more withdrawn. As evidenced by the number of childhood friends I kept in touch with after leaving for, and graduating from college (a grand total of 1!). But as luck would have it, I found a group of friends in college that accepted me for who I was: an enigma. Not only was I misunderstood and a mystery to others, but I was someone that barely knew himself. Things were all very new to me (which isn’t to say this is a vastly different story from that of any other college student), but a lot of cogs and gears were turning, and set in motion at the same time. I had to deal with my anxieties, my depression, my insecurities, all while trying to be more outgoing than usual. I was in a completely new environment, in a completely different state. I didn’t know anybody, so I had no choice but to put myself out there, or risk being lonely in a foreign place. Eventually I made a few friends who shared a similar taste in music, and I found myself attending concerts with them. Life was good. I was comfortable. I had things under control. But doubt started to creep in. There were issues that I needed to stop running from. Issues that I needed to address once and for all.

I was in a relationship that was unhealthy for the both of us. There was a lot of arguing, a lot of guilt tripping, hurt feelings, and harsh words. That was one thing I had to deal with. Another was feeling the need and the pressure to find an internship to help me prepare for life after college. A third was me starting to question my faith; my thought process became very nihilistic when asking questions of why or what for. It’s not always clear or evident, but questioning is good for your faith. ALWAYS. Some churches don’t like to say it, some churches don’t like to stress it, but this is an infallible truth. Questioning is always beneficial. It promotes growth. It helps you to tear down your previous mentality, put together the pieces, and come to your own conclusions. It pushes you to step out of your parent’s faith, and into your own. I didn’t know this growing up. I didn’t know this after I had grown up. It took me years to discover this. It’s not something I really fully comprehended until a year or two ago. But nevertheless, none of this was anything I knew about at this point in my life.

Drawing my own conclusions was easy. I formulated my opinions based on what I heard in class, based on what I saw with my own eyes, and based on logic. Things started to come together, things started to make sense. My questions were being answered. But certain answers brought about new questions, and I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t anticipate it. The questions were hard, so hard. I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve had anger issues in the past, which still flare up every now and then. But on top of that, there was always the nagging feelings of melancholy and fear. Those two guys were always brooding there in the corner, in the back of my mind. I hadn’t addressed the depression directly, I hadn’t found a way to control my anger. And the people I was with didn’t make it easy. My ex and my mom were always able to find the words to say that would irk and annoy me, and vice versa. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not trying to shift the blame here, as I’m equally culpable; the dynamics of those relationships were not good for any of the parties involved. Suffice it to say, the relationship went downhill after the first year. One thing led to another, and I found myself in counseling. But like I said previously, it was inconsistent, mostly due to the various days off and end of semester breaks. The relationship wasn’t salvageable at this point, and it fizzled out. “Friends, lovers, or nothing.”

I came back for my senior year, broken. I no longer had a girlfriend, and I wasn’t going to church. I continued seeing the therapist for a little bit longer, but I stopped after a month or so. I wasn’t seeing any noticeable changes, and in so doing, unwittingly pushed off my healing for another half decade. I numbed my emotions with cigarettes, alcohol, and weed. As if my emotions weren’t hard enough to deal with before the breakup, they were now infinitely worse. But continuing with the theme of my life up til that point, I once again ignored my emotions and kept them locked up in the “DO NOT TOUCH” box in my subconsciousness. At this point, coincidentally, I had stopped listening to heavy music. I never made an open declaration, but I guess I had the feeling that I had outgrown this type of music. I returned to my first love: hip hop.

I found strength in anthems such as Poetic Justice, Fuckin’ Problems, and New Slaves. I was rediscovering my roots. I was looking past the anger and the hatred and finding myself again. It was a good feeling, reclaiming an old passion of mine. And this brought about a noticeable shift in my everyday mood. I was not as depressed as I had been, can I daresay that I was content? I was going out more, hanging out with friends, making new acquaintances. Outwardly, things were looking up. I was accomplishing tasks that I had set out to do in the current day and in years past. But a dark cloud still loomed overhead. When I was alone, I was left with my dark brooding thoughts. The weed certainly didn’t help. You know how it is. When you’re high, your mind sometimes brings up strange and obscure thoughts that push you down a rabbit hole. My rabbit hole, of course, was dreary and morbid; full of negativity, fear and shame. I hadn’t properly addressed my conflicting emotions after all. When you defer addressing serious issues in your life, it just gives them room to fester and grow. Naively or not, I foolishly decided it was not in my best interest to tackle this once and for all. My depression and my anxiety, as you all know, would linger and be underlying issues that would remain with me for years, until I decided to tear them free. You can only change if you want to change. You can only get better if you want to get better. So outwardly things were different, but inwardly things remained the same.

The year after I graduated was a strange year (2015). I was living in an off-campus house with three other people. One of my good friends had moved out the semester before. So the makeup of the house that summer was a friend that I had grown distant from, a female acquaintance of ours, and a stranger that we found through Facebook. My friend had a new girlfriend who he was spending most of his time with on campus. The female acquaintance was in a sorority so she was always out. The stranger invited me out every so often, but I never felt all that close to him. It was a strange dynamic to say the least; I had never felt more alone in my life. As luck would have it, the friend who moved out invited me to attend a music festival with him and several others in Philly. Of course I jumped at the opportunity. I was there for the hip hop: Meek Mill, J. Cole, Big Sean, Future. But like the majority of festivals these days there was EDM present there as well. At that point in time, I liked to tell myself (and others) that I was allergic to EDM, but eventually it started to grow on me. In an unforeseen turn of events it even became my go-to for a while. I was going to music festivals and raves year after year. And I found that listening to upbeat, positive music made me feel something for the first time in many years. Of course, maybe it was just the drugs talking, but I felt alive!

Life was rough after the breakup. I mean, it’s a tough situation for anybody. But not properly dealing with your emotions makes it immensely more difficult. You live and you learn, but sometimes you’re too jaded to see through your ignorance and your bullish stubbornness. It’s like you become so set in your ways that you fall into bad habits. You ignore all other options, and just go with what you know. What I knew was running away, and numbing my pain. I didn’t have a constructive outlet to release pent up negativity and bad energy. I was writing song lyrics and poems on and off for a few years, but I didn’t stick with it. It wouldn’t have helped anyway; I hadn’t realize that I could channel my emotions through my creativity. In my teenage brain they were two distinct and separate concepts. There was no overlapping, there was no combining them together. So what I needed growing up was someone to talk to. A wall to bounce ideas off of. A place to release my emotions, and thoughts, and feelings without any judgment. The judgment was key. Whether it was just my perception or reality is irrelevant. Growing up I was consumed with shame and guilt stemming from my fear of judgment. This, I can point to as a key piece of my development. At some point, it became difficult for me to relate to others, to open up. I stayed within my shell, because it was safer that way.

But this approach led inevitably to having a lot of pent-up frustration, anger, and sadness. Like I said, un-dealt with, ignored, sitting in a box. Sometimes the emotion would slip out in the form of an abrupt and intense rage. Or a deep and random melancholia. Or the giddiness of feeling on top of the world. The highs were high, and the lows were low. I was far from even-keeled. There was no way to know how I would feel from one moment to the next. It was embarrassing sometimes, which furthered my argument for keeping everything bottled up inside. But when the break-up happened, the bottle exploded. The box tore at the seams. The emotions started swirling in my brain. The pain of 20 years. Going to California didn’t help it any. And I made two conscious decisions: stop going to church, and stop feeling. Novocain my heart, novocain my mind, novocain my soul. Maybe most shocking to me was that it worked! For a time…

If I haven’t made the moral of the story clear enough, let me ram it home one more time. Say it in plain English. DON’T IGNORE YOUR EMOTIONS, folks. Don’t do it. Just don’t. It’ll lead to more pain in the future. It’ll lead to years or decades of stunted growth. It’ll lead to a cycle of gloom and despair. I would know, I lived it. For a time, I had no purpose in life. Life was meaningless. Same shit, different day. I was muddling through life as only a wallower could. Highlights of my life included going out with friends, and getting tattoos. The rest of my existence was work, smoke, Netflix, eat, sleep, rinse & repeat. For a time, I was getting tattoos solely because the physical pain reminded me that I was alive. Not a great way to live. But listening to EDM, gave me some semblance of hope. Made me feel something aside from my constant state of apathy. It sparked me, and motivated me in spurts. The afterglow of a festival kicked me in gear for two or three weeks at a time. But it wasn’t enough to get me started, the engine would sputter and die. I wasn’t motivated enough to change my lifestyle. But these little sparks at least got me thinking. Eventually, after several cycles of starting & stopping, I got the sense that I could do better. I realized that I wanted more. I was no longer satisfied with the same old. The routine was getting monotonous. I started thinking deeply about my direction in life, and I rediscovered my love of writing. I now had a purpose.

We all know how the story ends. I met a girl, I started seeing a therapist, I addressed my emotions. The river started flowing abundantly. Little did I know, but God had a plan for me this whole time. Everything happens for a reason. Adversity makes you stronger. Cliche, I know. There are different stages and different seasons in your life. A time for preparation, a time for healing, a time for refocus, a time for breakthrough. In late January/early February this year, one of the last times I attended church in person, my pastor preached about something that I internalized deep in my core. He said that 2019 was our sowing season, our time of healing. 2020 would be our year. He said to prepare our minds to be blown every month this year. I took this message to heart. It’s kept me optimistic through these troubling times. I’m still claiming 2020 as my year, my period of breakthrough. I still have hope for this year. I’m still seeing blessings, even with an economic shutdown. Even without work. I have faith.

But none of this would’ve been possible without the effort and time it took me to get my mind right. It was years in the making. From the years of pain and depression, to the breakup, to my turning away from the church, to my darkest day. All this bleakness ushered in a season of change, a season of regrowth, a season of healing, a season of preparation. All of this hardship was necessary. For without it I never would’ve made it to therapy. I never would’ve reached the point in my life where I became perfectly in sync with my emotions. Now that I’ve removed my emotions from the box and started dealing with them squarely, I haven’t needed to invest so deeply in the music that I listen to. Music no longer changes my emotions, messes with my moods. Music is just music. My emotions are no longer centered around outside influences. I’m in tune with them now. And thus, the sole purpose of music for me now is entertainment value only. I’ve been listening to a mix of metal, hip-hop and EDM. The soundtracks to the three stages of my life have merged, and become one.