Category Archives: Mindfulness

Seeing Ghosts

I keep dreaming about the past
Seeing things that happened
But in different ways
Recalling memories that didn’t come to pass
Which is real and which is fake?
Was a minor detail misremembered?
Is my subconscious trying to tell me something?

The recurring dreams are disturbing to say the least
Reminding me of what I used to think were better days
But better they were not
Different yes, but not better
They often say that, “ignorance is bliss”
A truer statement was never uttered

Things were different then
I was so stubborn, so stuck in my ways
Brainwashed and blinded to the truth
Life was easier then, when things were black and white
There was only one way to live, it was either us or them

But as I grow older I see the error in my ways
I see how misguided I had been
I can see how close-minded I was
I’ve changed and it’s only for the better

But sometimes when I dream I go back in time
I’m brought back to days of old
I re-experience past traumas
I go through the same frustrations
I encounter people that I have left in my past

I wake up unsettled and disturbed
I’ve been seeing ghosts
Reminders of what kind of person I used to be
I’ve vowed never to return to that
Never to be the judgmental asshole I once was

But easier said than done
My subconscious has a hard time letting go
A hard time shutting the door
A hard time saying goodbye to the people I used to know
I’ve been seeing ghosts

Reminded of who I used to be
Reminded of the hate that used to settle in my heart
Reminded of the false doctrine I had been told
That’s not who I am anymore, that will never come to be
In my waking I know this is not me
But my subconscious has a hard time letting go
I’ve been seeing ghosts, but that is all they will ever be

White Noise

A few weeks ago I reached post #100—a momentous milestone (yay me). So what did I do to celebrate? Nothing, nothing at all. Because it really doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t matter if I write 100 posts or 200, I’ll never be satisfied. I don’t do this for the milestones or the accolades. I do this because this is who I am. I’m a writer and a mental health advocate, so this is what I do. I write, and write, and I write some more. 

Reaching an arbitrary number doesn’t change anything for me. I don’t write a post, call it good, and that’s it I’m done. I still need to keep grinding and chipping away. So I finish one thing then I start another. That’s just the way it goes. My hard work will pay off but not if I don’t put in the time. My effort matters more than anything else. It doesn’t matter if my results are good or bad if my effort is shoddy. I won’t continue on an upwards trajectory if I don’t put in the work. I won’t learn or improve if I don’t try to the best of my ability. I won’t get to where I want to go if I don’t do my part.

Just because I create my own schedule doesn’t mean I don’t still have a job to do. After all, this is the life I chose. No one told me to leave the workforce. No one forced me to try my hand at writing. This is what I wanted, and as such I have my responsibilities—if I don’t owe it to my audience, I owe it to myself at the very least. There are certain things I knew that I was signing up for, but there are many other things that I’m learning along the way. Such is the way of life. You can’t prepare for every outcome. Life has its surprises and its curveballs. The best that I can do is learn and adapt and keep an open mind.

What else is there? I can’t keep trying things the same way if they don’t work. I learned that the hard way when I was younger. But I’m not the same stubborn youngster that I used to be. I’ve changed, and I approach things differently now. Instead of running or hiding from my adversity, I face it head on now, and keep my mind open to possible outcomes. I know what I have to do—put my head down and grind. I can either work hard and power through my hardships, or I can make excuses. I know which one I’m choosing. There’s no other way for me to get better at my craft than to take the good with the bad. 

As I’ve said before, after I quit my job at the beginning of 2022, I spent more than half a year working on my novel in isolation. While I did improve as a writer, there was a point of diminishing returns that no one had warned me about. I stalled out because there were no other eyes on my writing. There was no external force to push me to a higher level, so my growth was limited. I would only improve up til a certain extent. Past that, I was just wasting my time, because my writing was never going to get to where I needed it to be—although, I didn’t know it at the time. I was equal parts naive and equal parts delusional. But at least I had the wherewithal to realize that something wasn’t working.

A younger version of me would’ve given up. Taken it as evidence that the universe didn’t want me as a writer. He would’ve convinced himself that he was a failure and that writing wasn’t for him. He would’ve shelled up and wallowed in his depression. Seen his life spiraling out and allowed it to continue. Done absolutely nothing to get to where he wanted to go. He wouldn’t have pushed through. But push through I did, and I’m much happier for it. I’m not the same kid who used to surrender at the first sign of adversity. “Okay Doubt. You win.” I’m not the same kid who used to take criticism as an indication that I wasn’t built for this. Outside noise doesn’t matter. If you’re passionate about something you will take the steps necessary to excel. 

Unfortunately, that’s something I have to remind myself time and time again. For creatives sometimes we get so caught up in each individual work that we lose sight of the bigger picture. We’re trying to build our legacy so we put our heads down and grind. We go through our process over and over and over again, trying to build something that we’re proud of. It doesn’t always make sense looking from the outside in. Sometimes it doesn’t look like we’re making any progress. Sometimes it seems like we’re just putzing around and wasting time. But we are working, same as any other nine to five. The only difference is that we don’t have immediate results that we can show the world. 

I admit that this could be hard for someone who’s used to seeing instantaneous, tangible results. “Why hasn’t he written the book yet?” “Where’s the goddamn album?” “Why haven’t you sold any paintings?” Be patient and let us work. Admittedly, all creatives are perfectionists to varying degrees. We don’t like to put out work that we’re not happy with. That’s just not in our DNA—at least not from the start. Our art takes time. It takes tinkering and editing. Adding and subtracting. Shaping and molding. Eventually something will come of it, but the timing isn’t for you to decide. Let the artist continue to work, free of distractions.

Early on, it was easy for me to filter out the noise. I had a vision for what I wanted to do, and I kept toiling away towards it. I was seeing growth each week, knowing that I was getting better. Of course, it helped that I was still employed when I first started writing. People generally left me alone and allowed me to pursue my hobby in peace. Unfortunately, once I quit was when attitudes started to shift. It wasn’t noticeable at first, but it became more evident as time passed. It also didn’t help that for a while I felt like my skill level had plateaued. I try my best not to listen to the criticism, good or bad, as both only serve as a distraction to me. But it’s easier said than done. I’m only human, so sometimes I forget that I’m trying to cancel out the noise. It shouldn’t catch me by surprise, since I’m supposed to know better, but occasionally it does. And that’s the worst thing for me.

Unfortunately, that’s what happened to me the other week. I got sucked back in and let down my guard. I let a cold reaction get to me. I let the words distract me, which took me away from my work. Which caused me to lose focus. Which filled me with doubt and caused my confidence level to waver. I wasn’t supposed to let that happen. I know better. Aside from this space, I don’t generally talk about my writing much with other people. It’s not relevant unless someone brings it up or asks me what I’m doing. Otherwise I have no reason to talk about it. And even then I don’t like to go too much in depth—I think it’s best to temper expectations. I know where I stand as a writer, and I don’t need any validation. But I also don’t want to be put on a pedestal. My novel will be done when it’s done. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it, but no skin off my back if you don’t. 

I know what I’m capable of. I know where my ability lies. I know what I’m working towards. I just have to remind myself of it sometimes. And I have to learn and relearn to tune out the noise. I need to maintain my focus regardless of what anyone else says. Outside opinion, good or bad, doesn’t mean anything to me. The praise or the hate might motivate me to write more, but it has no effect on whether or not I write better. The only way for me to get better is to keep on writing. So in order to do that, I need to put my head down, and block out the world. 

It doesn’t matter if you’re friends or family. It doesn’t matter if you’re offering your love or support. What you think we may need might not be what we need. Let the artist work and don’t try to interfere. The timeline isn’t for you to decide. And your opinion has no bearing on the outcome. The process most likely won’t make sense to you, but every artist has one for a reason. This is how we work best. This is how we create the best product that we can. This is how we make something that we’re proud of. If we maintain our focus and put in the time, we will create something beautiful. We just need to filter out the noise.

When Will it End?

I thought I had forgiven
I thought I had let go
I thought I had rid myself of the bitter recollection
I thought I had forgotten the painful memories

But everything comes back to haunt
It just repeats again and again
Seeing you makes things worse
I get sucked back into your bullshit

I know better—I’m supposed to know what to avoid
But sometimes I can’t help myself
I convince myself that things will be different
I tell myself that we are okay

But none of it has changed
The more things change the more they stay the same
The more I change, the less you do
Making us less and less compatible

I should’ve known it would be like this
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks
You can’t teach a bad person how to be good
You can’t teach someone who doesn’t want to learn

It’s the same damn thing over and over
You just don’t get it, and I don’t think you ever will
I know you’re toxic, I’ve known for a while
But occasionally I let down my guard

Let you back in
And we repeat the cycle of hurt again
I don’t want this, I don’t need it
I know better than to let you get away with it

I know that you manipulate
And gaslight, ignore real issues like my mental health
I know that you can never be happy or excited for me
Never content with where I’m at

You push your narrative
And try to force me into your cookie cutter life
I’m well aware of it
I tell myself that I won’t let you do it to me again

But the pain repeats, the bitterness recycles
I let you back in again and I know better than to do that
But I can’t help myself
I let down my guard, I let you back in

I don’t want to deal with you, I can’t anymore
You just don’t get it and you never will
I tried to keep my distance in the past
I was doing so well, but sometimes I forget
I let you back in and it’s something I always regret
When will it end?

Sweep it Under the Rug

Sweep it under the rug like you always do
Ignore everything that bothers you
—that makes you uncomfortable
Problems? What problems?

You’d rather pretend like they don’t exist
—than address them head on
You’d rather pretend that you’re perfect
—than change your bad behavior
You’re pitiful, just a fool

Worse than lying to others is lying to yourself
But worst of all is lacking accountability
Not taking responsibility for your actions
Not accepting the consequences for your mistakes

You’d rather sweep it under the rug
Pretend like everything is better
Hoping that people will forget
—the pain that you caused
Hoping that people will ignore
—your blatant attempts at manipulation

But I’m onto you
I know you for what you really are
You’re a loser, a cancer, a bitch
I see right through you
—through your weak facade
You’re a liar, a snake, a witch

I know your tactics, I know your ways
You gaslight, shift blame, alter narratives
You warp reality so that it fits your story
Toxic energy, you drain us
You suck the life from those around you
Making it all about you

With so much attention you’d think you would change
—for the better, but it’s only gotten worse
You just sweep it under the rug
Pretending like things are fixed
Pretending like your problems are dealt with

It won’t work anymore
We’re onto you, and we won’t be moved
You can sweep it under the rug like you always do
Ignore everything that bothers you

“Out of sight, out of mind,” like they say
But that doesn’t fix things, that doesn’t make things okay
You’re stubborn and stuck in your ways
I say, “oh well. What more is there to say?
We can’t help you.”

Mind Over Matter

I try not to spend too much time on social media. I don’t do Tik Tok. I’m not going to get a Threads. I stopped using Twitter almost ten years ago. I still use Facebook and Instagram more than I should, but I’m beginning to get tired of it. Call me old if you want to, but I feel like at some point in the past five years the bad started to outweigh the good, and it never let up. But that doesn’t mean that nothing good comes from it. Lessons can be learned, and it still has some benefits.

Sure, social media is a whole lotta bullshit, but there are still nuggets of wisdom hidden amongst the trash. Several weeks ago I came across one such nugget. It’s something I’ve thought about off and on since. I came across an “inspo” post that said, “some people weren’t put here to evolve. They are here to remind you what it looks like if you don’t.” I dunno about you, but that resonates deeply with me. We’ve all come across that one person who never seems to change, hell sometimes we were that person. For the majority of us, something seems to click eventually. Unfortunately, for some others it never does. 

What it comes down to at the end of the day is the type of mindset that you have, although that’s putting it rather simply. “Just be happy,” some might say. I know this statement is triggering for some. It’s still triggering for me, and I feel guilty for saying it. As a teenager struggling with depression and anxiety it was probably one of the last things that I wanted to hear. Along with “it’ll all be okay,” or “think positive,” or “things will get better,” or “it could be worse.” We know now that these are inappropriate things to say to someone who is struggling with their mental health. But it’s not something we knew back then.

God, that makes me sound old… It doesn’t seem like that long ago that I started high school, but 2006 was nearly twenty years ago, and a lot can change in that amount of time. A lot can change in five years. A lot has changed in five years. I remember a time before smartphones and streaming services. A time before high speed internet and social media. I’ll stop before I date myself too much. I just turned thirty-two in early August, but I’ve felt like I was thirty-seven for the last three years. Maybe that’s what happens when you mature and evolve, and transcend to a higher mental plane. I’ve never really felt like I was wise beyond my years, but who knows? Maybe I am. That’s not for me to determine though—other people can decide that. Outside perception of me doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme. People will think what they wanna think. 

The only things I focus on are my growth and my development. Am I trying to become a better person? Am I trying to perfect my craft? Am I trying to strengthen existing relationships? Am I even trying in the first place? Everything else falls to the wayside for me. If I’m not constantly working to be better, then everything kinda loses meaning. I’ve said time and time again that onwards and upwards is the only direction for me. I have to keep learning and keep improving in order to get the most from life. In the past I had a tendency to get comfortable which led to complacency which then led to frustration. I learned the hard way that if I’m not constantly moving then it’s easy for me to fall into a rut. And that’s the last thing I want—feeling helpless and stuck.

Complacency is a thing that hinders our growth. It’s something that stops us from doing everything we can to pursue our dreams. It gives us an excuse to settle. It pauses the progression on our journey. And while it’s possible to hit unpause and start back up, it’s a lot harder to do things that way—stopping and starting. It’s much more efficient if you either maintain your momentum or keep building on it. In the past, I’ve likened my writing journey to the gears on a car. It’s an easy analogy to make. If I’m writing every day like I’m supposed to be doing then it’s easier for me to get up to third or fourth gear. When I stop, it feels like I’m starting over. The same thing applies to your evolution as a human being. 

It’s easier to make changes in your life if you’re constantly working. You can’t form a habit without determination. And once you form a habit it becomes ingrained in you—as long as you put in the effort, you know you will continue to progress. Even when the going gets tough you keep pressing on, because you have to. If you don’t push yourself, who will? Your parents won’t always be there to hold your hand. You can’t always take the easy way out. Those are just the facts of life. You will face adversity at some point. The only way you learn is if you address it head on. If you try to run or hide, it will catch up to you eventually. You might not see the repercussions immediately, but every decision, action or inaction has its consequences.

This was another thing that I learned the hard way, and unfortunately I think that’s kinda how it goes. Almost everyone has a point in their life when they think they know everything. It can be due to many different things such as stubbornness, self-righteousness or ignorance about how the world works. For some it’s just a phase, for others it’s part of who they are. For me, a lot of my decision making was centered around my need to find out for myself. I had to see/do things in order to believe it. You could warn me however many times not to touch the hot iron or stove. But I still wanted to touch it to find out how much it would hurt. 

Sue me, I was a curious kid. But I was also stubborn. More stubborn than I had any right to be. I’ve always been a creature of habit, and as I’ve grown older that much still hasn’t changed. As with anything else it has its positives and its negatives. Being a creature of habit means that I’m low-maintenance and easy going (for the most part). I’m perfectly fine with the routine, doing the same ole shit. But it also means that I have a tendency to be stuck in my ways which could and did lead me to close-mindedness and wariness in trying new things. Even if my methods weren’t working, I still kept trying them over and over and over again. Which, they say is the definition of insanity—trying the same thing but expecting different results. The solution for this seems rather simple: try doing things a different way, and keep an open mind. But it’s easy to revert to type.

As I’ve said before, life is just a series of trial and error. No one truly knows how things will play out. Good advice for one person might not work out for someone else. Your hard work may go overlooked in the moment, but you may be rewarded later. Or you might have great success early on but struggle to maintain it. Life is random and nuanced. You may think you know how things will go, but it can be unpredictable at times. You can’t account for how others will react or the luck of the draw. There are some things that aren’t within your control and they never will be. 

An aphorism that a lot of athletes like to say is, “you can only control what you can control.” Meaning that their best effort is the only thing that matters. The only thing they care about is improving as players. But it pertains to all things. I don’t know when or if I will ever accomplish my dream of becoming a traditionally published author—that’s not up to me. I just need to put in the time and let the chips fall where they may. I can’t force consumers to read or like my work. I can’t force an agent or a publisher to sign me to a contract. I can’t force critics to write positive reviews. All of this is unknown to me, and for a long time the unknown was what I feared, which proved to be the thing that held me back the most. I didn’t put in the effort because I was scared of what might happen if things didn’t work out. But how would I know if I never even tried? I had grown too comfortable and too complacent with my bland life. 

It was easier for me to keep doing things the same way, because even if the results were mediocre, at least I knew what to expect. That was fine for a time, but it grew old after a while. My life had become cyclical, rotating between dark times and okay times, never touching upon great times. I thought my life was destined to keep repeating, never finding happiness no matter how hard I tried. Like I said last time, I started to wonder if there was more to life, and I began to question what I was meant to do. It took some time to figure that out and it required outside help to do so. In order for me to see the light I had to get to my lowest point. Obviously, those were drastic measures, but I hadn’t yet developed the tools I needed to come to these conclusions myself.

That was partly circumstance, but I can’t blame all of it on that. Some of my issues were my fault, resulting from the decisions I had made in my life. Whether or not I was aware that my past behavior was damaging for my future doesn’t matter, I still have to own it. In the end, everything was still done of my own free will. If I had been less stubborn and more willing to heed outside advice I believe things would’ve played out differently. I probably could’ve developed faster, but it’s pointless to speculate too much, because the past is the past. What matters though is that I evolved, not when I evolved or how fast I evolved. When my mindset shifted was when things started to really click for me. Until my mind was opened during therapy it had always seemed like the more things changed the more they stayed the same. I had been prioritizing the wrong things, focusing on the end result without looking at or solidifying the process.

You can’t skip steps in life—not if you want sustained success. It just doesn’t work that way. If you don’t do your part then you’re just relying on luck and randomness, which by definition aren’t reliable. You can’t just let life play out around you, you’ll never get to where you want to go. You need to take life by the horns and control the controllables. Focus on your effort. Focus on your drive to be better at your craft. Focus on being a better human being. The only things you can change in life are found within you.

In order to evolve you need to adapt to the world around you. Be more open to new ideas. Be more willing to ask for help. Be more focused on your development and your growth. Be more grateful and less entitled. Give to others and help those around you, don’t just take take take. If you try to be better you will be better in time. But you have to put in the time and the effort. You have to prioritize the right things. You have to focus on getting incrementally better day by day. Big leaps are great, but momentum is better. Be patient and perfect your process. One day it’ll all be yours but only if you continue to evolve. Be ever changing—not never changing—so that you don’t get stagnant. Evolution is what separates the greats.