Finding Satori (悟り)

I said finding Satori, not Dori. I know where Dori is at the moment. She is too busy learning to speak whale and riding the currents to Sydney. I just need to keep working towards understanding why I do the things that I do and the nature of my consciousness.

Just keep meditating. Just keep meditating. Just keep meditating. Just keep meditating.

I want to bring you into the mind of a “high functioning (what does that even mean?)” autistic (neurodivergent) individual. Now autism is a spectrum disorder so there is a wide variety of “symptoms” and characteristics, but these are mine. I have a constant internal monologue going on inside my head coming up with every single question and every single potential answer while simultaneously having a thought pattern about every single point of my body language. So yeah when I look tired, it’s because I’ve mentally exhausted myself from tying “hold it all in.” When I indulge in my hyper fixations suddenly the voices quiet down, but a different more calming voice will suddenly emerge.

I like to think that my hyper fixations constitute the majority of my base nature. I also feel that my base characteristics have always been born from a sense of creativity. Growing up, and still to this day, I’ve had a fascination with building Lego and tinkering with whatever projects I could get my hands on. During high school I took likely one of my favorite classes, auto mechanics. I had aspirations of becoming a mechanic/engineer on a race car team as I was most like myself during these class periods. Now due to external “pressures” of continuing my seemingly easy success in academia, I felt that I needed to follow a career path more so “valued” by society. Once again I wouldn’t change a step that I’ve made in my journey this far as it has led me to this exact point in time. In some ways I believe that some of the “suffering” I’ve endured has ultimately led me to a place in which I have started to understand the nature of my being.

Lately when Mary Jane visits on the weekends and non-work nights our conversations switched from the esoteric to more passion focused. During these conversations my inner monologue voices quiet down only to be replaced by a different voice. This voice has more focus on the here and now. This was the voice that told me about my upcoming renaissance (I swear I’m not schizophrenic, I just like to talk to myself). I know that you maybe saying to yourself “dooood it’s the THC dumping that serotonin and dopamine into your brain.” Well I’d agree, but I also experience this same phenomenon when I’ve got a camera in my hands, or when I’m building a Lego set, or when I am tinkering on a remote controlled car kit, or during a yoga class stone cold ass sober.

As I reflect over these past handful of years, I get closer to understanding bite sizes pieces of me. When I first start out writing, originally I intended on this being more so an outlet to express my inner self. The more and more that I wrote, my simple project evolved into something more meaningful. What was once a simple idea for a blog has since morphed into a love letter to my past, present, and future and a hopeful means at making the world a better place one person at a time.

When I look back at my struggles with depression and anxiety, one of the biggest contributing factors was trying to fit in the mold that society laid out for me. And this is true for many people who come to have similar discussions with on their own struggles with mental health. The marriage I had, only lasted as long as it did because both my ex-wife/partner felt that “we needed to be in this relationship.” We as individuals become so consumed with our outward appearance to those who we don’t even know or have no business in judging others. Why must we jam ourselves into a mold to be like an everyone else?

And one other observation I’m become more aware of over these past few months, is time itself. Time is the one resource that we can never have enough of and it always seems to be running out. When I received my diagnosis of Cystic Fibrosis, I thought at that point in time I only had a few more years to live. Add this on to the fact that my bone condition can become cancerous (I’ve already have the tumors, but currently they are benign), I truly felt my time was running out. Luckily I now know that the Cystic Fibrosis will not lead me to an early demise, but it has taught me a valuable lesson on the importance of time. I know most of my personal frustrations are due to my own “anxiety” of the feeling that time is slipping through my fingers. This I believe to be the source of my renewed passions. The reason why I’ve come to this conclusion is that I’m tired of wasting time doing things that I don’t want to be doing. Now I still have a lot to figure out how to balance my scales to ensure that I can create the path ahead of me while balancing my current life situations (9-5 job).

I feel like I have finally experienced the death of my ego (at least temporarily). My biggest personal project thus far was trying to remove me from my comfort zone when it comes to social situations. I wanted to do this as a means of recapturing some level of my self-confidence. This personal project also had some other unexpected results. Over the summer of 2024 I’ve been having the same epiphany/aha (kenshō) moment in regard to reigniting the passion within my life. As we’ve discussed in other chapters the idea of accepting the imperfect as perfect has been my main focus for the summer of 2024. Unbeknownst to me this “project” was an exercise in living within the moment and listening to the universe around me. This singular journey was spurred on by me trying to remove my ‘tism mask and show the world whom I truly am.

When I look back over the years I see where I’ve come and I see where I’m going. These are the chapters of my life and it all started out with the idea that I needed to learn to learn to love myself.

With every fiber of my being I believe that my routine meditation practice has helped me in my quest to understand the nature of my being. Yes most of my meditation practice consists of my weekly yoga classes, but lately Mary Jane has been encouraging me to meditate while amongst the clouds.

One night while I was blasting off to the moon, I decided to do some thinking in my favorite place, the shower. As soon as I cleared my mental space, the puzzle pieces slowly started to come together one by one. I used to think the end goal was to live “passively” and to not try to force anything to happen as the universe will provide. Along side being passive in life, that at the end of the day things will be what they will be. That night while in my rocket ship I realized that I had been more active in making my life choices, whether that was asking a cute girl out to dinner, making the change to bring my passions back, or trying to crave out a more creative life for myself. I had realized that I had been disciplining my desires to value my time and disregarded any societal expectations of myself.

Shortly after I had reached my cruising altitude, I started to think about the shadow that I see in the mirror. Currently I work for your typical corporate bank, working at a desk with an emphasis on making sales. However this is not the image I see in my mind’s eye when I look in the mirror. I see a more creative future, one in which I indulge in my passions and show the world whom I truly am. Feeling the grains of time slip through my fingers has awoken with in me a sense of determination. I’ve had this shadow following me for years ever since I covered my first major photo event.

Desires are a funny thing when we think about it. It wasn’t until recently that I’ve felt this at ease with how I would characterize my desires. I am not without desires but I feel that I have reached a point where when I desire something it comes a more rooted sense of emotion. I still have a desire for a relationship, but this desire is born from a place craving compassion. I want to share my life with another. I want someone to look into my eyes and see a version of themselves as I would see a version of myself in their eyes. I desire a life in which I can share my story with others and hope that it can help them in a time of need. I desire to one day to share my art with the world and to leave behind a legacy. I desire to have at least one impact on one person and to inspire them to have at least one impact on another. I desire a world in which we build each other up and set aside our differences. At the end of it I’ve been working on desiring things that bring along the idea and the sense of fulfillment rather than “simple pleasures.” The idea that my life will bring fulfillment is an emotion that will start up to the test of time. When we chase “simple pleasures” we are always chasing the next “big high” or rush of getting whatever we had wanted during that time.

So what is the overarching lesson here? It’s all about retrospection, perception, and acceptance. Every step in my life has brought me to this point. Whether these were positive steps or negative steps they still add up to my journey and the building blocks of my life.

I want you to take a moment to reflect on your journey. Think back to what influences your emotional states of being and what is the driving forces in these changes. Are you doing things because thats what you believe you should be doing or are you doing them because it brings joy and fulfillment to your life?

Personally I feel as if we need to remove the words happy and happiness from our vocabularies and replace them with more representative words. Instead of striving for whatever happiness is, we should be striving for states of being such as gratitude, fulfillment, and satisfaction. These three states of being are more inlined to actually provide you with what you are likely thinking what it means to be happy.

I for one believe that in order to fully appreciate the human experience we must endure both pain and suffering. To me these emotional states can be very sobering and can help really make you appreciate the small moments in life. A life without ever experiencing suffering or pain, is sterile and sometimes we need to get down in the mud to see life from another perspective. In my case a lot of my “pain and suffering” (I want to explain why I’m putting this in quotations. We all face different trials and tribulations. Some of these are much more intense than others, but once again our shared pain can form tight bonds via empathy and compassion.) can be attributed to me disregarding the signs life was trying to show me to move on or to let go of whatever was happening. But I have learned from this pain and I’ve come to appreciate my suffering. We are only human and we need to continually remind ourselves of this limitation. We are not robots, nor are we perfect. We mustn’t place ourselves on pedestal or place others on pedestals. When we create these false expectations of others we place our own ideals on to another. When create these expectations on others we are committing them to always having to perform at or above some preconceived level. Instead I want share how I carry my own expectations of myself, just to do my best every day. My best is always going to be different every day, but that is okay.

So what have I learn from looking back at these last ten plus years?

It’s time to get back to basics.

The most relaxing times for me have always when I’ve been outdoors and enjoying the beauty that Mother Earth provides us everyday. Our world is dying all around us, and yet there seems to be no effort to save it any time soon. You know that idiom, stop and smell the roses? Well, we need to being doing more of that before they are all gone. We need to appreciate the world around us and soak in the beauty that is in nature. Global climate change is a very real situation that is leading to the death of our home. Just like me and my depression, we’ve been ignoring to obvious red flags for too long. We need to better learn to recognize and understand red flags before its too late. Being able to slow down and breathe in the calming air that nature brings along will bring you back into the moment.

Over these past few years I had unknowingly been returning to the basics. In the springtime of 2021, I treated myself to a new 1/8th scale nitro R/C racing buggy. I got the chassis, engine, and radio set up that I had always dreamt about one day building and then racing. This was my high school auto shop moment coming rushing back. Tie this in with model building and painting, I realized I am myself most when doing these activities. Also the best connections that I have made have been with those that share a common interest.

That is it. The basics tie everything together and sometimes we just need to be reminded that is all we really need in life.

You may be saying to yourself “well duh dude” but sometimes the most basic ideas flee our minds because we are so caught up in thinking about anything and everything else. I got back into being who Tony is and will be. I am no longer tied to the normal constructs that define conventional thought but rather focusing on my individuality. Much like a hamburger it doesn’t get much better than the basics. The classic combo: meat, cheese, and a bun.

I do recognize that for some it will be easier to get back to basics. I for one do not have kids nor am I in a committed relationship at the time of writing this chapter, so in some ways it is “easier” for me to make major changes in my life/lifestyle. But on the flip side most of my changes revolve around removing distractions from in front of me, such as turning off the TV and listening to music instead, or indulging in a hobby or an outdoor activity during that time as well. Where there is a will there will always be a way to make something work. You just have to come up with the solution yourself as no one will have the complete answer for you.

Listen to the waves they will tell you everything you need to hear. Listen to how they change in frequency. Some are gentle and some are more powerful than others. Life is a series of waves constantly coming your way. But sometimes those waves can be hiding a deadly rip current that can instantly pull you under if you over react.

So what does this all mean? It means live proud and live loud. Fuck the white noise. Time is the single most valuable possession that you have… Listen to that sound within your soul. It all finally has all fallen into back into place and now I clearly see the path laid out for me. Is this how I got my confidence back, by being my genuine self? We are not our trauma, whether it was self inflicted or inflicted upon you.

Now it’s your turn.

Wallflower

I’m not sure if this the ‘tism or self-confidence issue or just plain ole social anxiety, but I really hold myself back in social situations. Personally I don’t believe it’s due to a lack of self-confidence as I’m very secure in my own skin and my own identity. At work you’ll see me in hot pink dress pants or wearing my kilt as a form of self expression. I bring this up because there is this cute girl at the yoga class that I routinely go to that I’ve been talking to and getting to know better. Come to find out that we have some interests in common and the conversations come pretty naturally (at least I perceive them to be with my kinda normalish levels of stuttering). Awhile back we somehow got on the topic of woodworking and I mentioned that I normally wax my wood off to completion as I like the finish. What I meant to say is that I rub my wood down with bees wax. Wait let me try this again, I mentioned that I use wax on my projects due to the simple nature of the finish and ease of maintenance. I told her about the store I buy my supplies from hosts various classes to learn new skills and she seemed interested in the classes.

Fast forward to April of 2024 and I get the harebrained idea to try and ask her to one of the classes to play with my wood, I mean play with wood, wait I mean make something out of wood. A portion of this harebrained idea was to motivate myself back into creativity and focus on my mental health. I know most of my mental health struggles come from a lack of participating in my outlets (writing, painting, gardening, exercising, model building, and playing card games) and this usually occurs when the alleged “work/life balance” swings more so towards work. For me at least, I relate work/life balance on the amount of mental capacity that I need to give up to accommodate my tasks as work. At this time I work a regular corporate bank job with a primary focus on sales. With my new therapist we’ve been working on incorporating what is known as the “spoon theory” into my daily routine and mental space. Spoon theory is best described as looking at your entire mental capacity as a handful of physical spoons. It was first coined by an individual who has chronic health issues and how taxing mental health is on their day to day lives. The idea is that you only have so many spoons to use throughout the day and one a spoon has been used it’s no longer available. There are days in which I’m a bit more chirpy than others and it’s usually because I didn’t have to expel that much energy at work. And there are days in which I shamble along because I’m mentally taxed and have no more bandwidth left inside me.

I want to explain this little tangent and how it relates to the story at hand. When it comes to my special interests (mountain bikes, cooking, music, and Star Wars) regardless of my headspace I instantly will perk right up if someone wants to talk about one of them. Case in point with the girl from yoga asked me to explain from a culinary perspective why pineapple on pizza works well. I then proceeded to fully unmask and let the ‘tism fly free. For me personally I tend to always keep my mask on as a defense mechanism (and I’m highly certain this is the case for most if not all autistics out there) because subconsciously I think that I must mask to hide my social ability shortcomings and to fit into society’s expectations.

The main issue that I grapple with is how I overly complicate and over think situations when it isn’t black and white. To me at least relationships are organic in nature and are living breathing entities that which have two human beings intertwined at the center of it all. This is where I think my ‘tism is kicking in this “situation”. On one hand I want to ask her out but on the other I don’t want to “loose” a possible friendship/connection and come out of it looking like an idiot who misread the room (something that I do quite frequently might I add). I do recognize that I am subconsciously fighting the natural variability of life but I also recognize that I do lack some perception due to neurological divergence from a “typical” individual. I’m not hiding behind a disability but I recognize that my disability can hinder at times but on the flip side sometimes these skills can be learned over time. I know that I can learn these skills but I need to ultimately to try and put myself in these “uncomfortable” situations. The thing about me is that I have a hard time working and thinking in the gray areas.

Looking back at the past I always tended to avoid “uncomfortable” social situations/interactions which meant I often became a wallflower. This thing is I want to change but the reality is I really don’t know how to change. Everyone around me has been encouraging me to take that leap of faith but the devil on my shoulder tells me otherwise.

I know we shouldn’t change who we are at an intrinsic level, but maybe we need to look at a change of vocabulary for this idea. I see the value in growing in who I am, and exploring the world around me from a philosophical and social perspective. I know that I have the ability to learn new ways and when I look at everything from the third person point of view I can see the growth I’ve made thus far. We also need to redefine what change represents in order to tie the idea back into our updated vocabulary. Change is and will continue to be a normal event that will happen in everyday life situations.

There are three constants in life: death, taxes, and change. When I look back over the past handful of years I recognize the personal growth that was very been cultivating which has resulted in change in a positive light. Personal growth and development begets the change that we want to see and allows us to mature into the individual whom lies at the center of our being. So when we approach the concept of change from one that is defined as complete shift of who we are to a definition that is centered around growing as an individual we completely bring a new light and purpose to this unavoidable constant in life.

Now back to my story at hand. Because of my normal tendency to shield myself from uncomfortable social situations, I grew to become a bit of a wallflower. Now I wouldn’t say that I’m entirely a recluse from the world around me as I do engage in social interactions in my “safe spaces” (yoga, Magic the Gathering nights, WarHammer, mountain biking). Also I’m perfectly ok with sharing my vulnerable side as a means to share empathy and normalize the pain that others may be going through themselves. But to me asking someone out is an entirely new vulnerability that I do not have much experience in dealing with or even sharing. This is the root of my conundrum. The ‘tism is trying to shield me from experiencing discomfort while prioritizing status quo. I firmly believe that the other part of this equation is a general avoidance of getting close to people. Don’t get me wrong I have friends but I don’t hang out with them on the weekends, I tend to do things alone, and I really don’t reach out to people. Apart of this I believe stems from the issues I dealt with back in 2019 with a toxic relationship and downward spiral I found myself falling through. I know that this is all in my head as my friends at the yoga studio have told me otherwise and we do hang out after class to shoot the shit or eat dinner together. I am very thankful for the group of friends I’ve made at yoga as it’s been instrumental in removing a bit of my shell over time.

Here is the thing the night can be bright with all the stars and moon shining. And change can just be that, a light to brighten up something that was once dark. Personally for me change is something that I struggle to accept and usually I have to force myself to make the necessary adjustments. But I know I can do better for myself and I do unconsciously make small steps in developing my personal growth and allowing more change to happen. I will say that I see my biggest steps when I am able to fully unmask around others and let my true self shine that change happens quicker. I believe this is due in part to the idea that the energy that I put out gets returned by these individuals whom I’m interacting with as they accept me. For me at least the hurdle that I am working with is to give change a chance and allow for a little more personal growth to happen.

Once again when we take a step back from life we can see that just with a little change in perspective we can see the bigger picture at hand.

Riders On the Storm

I’m no stranger when it comes to wild weather. My dream job has always been either a tornado chaser or hurricane hunter. Unfortunately for me I could barely pass calculus 1 with a C- so, meteorology was out of the question. But a dude can dream right? I really wanted to use this version of the song for those Need for Speed Underground 2 nostalgia vibes, but the original is a classic. Down here in Floriduh we get our fair share of rough storms, but these storms are different. But here is the thing we all face our own storms. Some can be rougher than others and some are meant to just slow us down.

First order of business is to assemble a ragtag group of fellow storm chasers because there is history to be made. So let’s leave Wakita and hopefully beat Jonas and his team of corporate storm chasers to this historic storm that is brewing.

The main idea of this conversation is coping mechanisms. I’ve learned over the recent years to develop healthy coping mechanisms as a means of engaging with my emotional states rather than drowning them in intoxicants. I now have a close group of friends that can help lift the burden off my shoulders if I need it. As well as other activities that I use to engage with my expressive side.

So how do we recognize a storm that is brewing something wicked? It’s both easy and difficult at the same time.

Red sky at night, sailors’ delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors’ take warning.

Depression really is like the ocean. Sometimes it’s not that rough, just a gentle reminder that it’s there and other times it’s weighing you down with its immense pressure. Remember we are on a journey to be more mindful of our surroundings and mental states. The tides of our emotions will come in the form waves and sometimes a rouge wave will really knocks us on our ass. While we may feel as if we are alone in an ocean of depression.

Here is the kicker, we have to learn to be agile. And its okay, we will make wrong decisions at times, but those decisions will be the right decision at that time. This is what it means to be human. We live and we learn. We grow with the world around us and seek to understand this journey that we are on.

What do we need when the waters get rough? Life jackets. Here in the mental health realm, what we really need and want are coping mechanisms and expressive outlets. Remember we are human beings and we have basic needs that we must always make a priority in our lives.

For me at least my depression returns when I feel as if I loose my creative outlets to express my inner self. Prior to March of this year I had multiple outlets that I used to express my creative energy. I throughly enjoy building Gundam models (Gunpla to us hobbyists), painted my Warhammer models, built my r/c car that I’ve dreamt about for years, created recipe ideas, and worked on this book. Lately my life has been revolving around work and work alone. I haven’t had the time to take care of my needs both mentally and physically. Lately I’ve noticed that I’m starting to loose weight unknowingly. You may think that is a good thing, however with cystic fibrosis that’s anything but good. Stress from work continues to compound in areas that I didn’t expect to happen. Luckily it seems that life is showing me once again what is actually important.

Do you see those dark clouds rolling in? I think we are going to experience a severe storm in a matter of moments.

We are no strangers when it comes to discussing on what forms depression can manifest within the human mindset. We’ve talked about suicide, touched on self-loathing, and brought up dysmorphia. However I feel as if we haven’t talked about the true weight of suffering in silence, self-harm.

Yes some storms are worse than others and generally cause exponentially worse damage. I knew I would have to eventually bring up this topic, self-harm. I will say I really don’t know how to approach this topic. I feel that this is an even way more taboo topic than suicide to discuss. To those out there suffering in silence, I hear you. There are many forms of self-harm that are easy to hide and easy places to hide those scars. Nonsuicidal Self-Injuries (NSSI) are types of self inflicted injuries that are meant to serve as a distraction from some type of mental state that we are experiencing and want to go away. I will say the reason why I really don’t know how to approach this topic is because I’ve never really experienced the weight that this mindset brings. Yes the insides of my cheeks are scarred up from a habit of biting my lips and the insides of my cheeks to deal with anger and anxiety, but not to the extremes that some have to go to escape their mental jail.

I can see why someone would choose self-harm as a means to escape from the confines of depression and anxiety. The physical pain caused by cutting, burning, hitting, and pulling one’s hair out acts as an immediate distraction from the mental pain they are going through at that moment. Then the brain dumps serotonin to relieve the physical pain and the serotonin stabilizes your mood.

Just like the conversation that we had about suicide, I want to talk about self-harm in the same manner. It’s easy to say “just stop doing that” from an outside perspective, but all we are doing is invalidating the pain that someone is going through. You have to understand that this is the only way that they have found to deal with the negative headspace and pain that they are going through. Also unfortunately the act of self-harm can turn into an addiction because of the body’s natural reaction to release serotonin. Much like suicide, the acts of self-harm are done because that individual needs a release from the reality that they see. If you have a loved one that engages in some form of self-harm, try not to invalidate their pain, rather give them a shoulder to lean on.

When we act as caretakers, sometimes we venture into the realm of coddling. I believe this inner tendency comes from an innate action to protect others from the harms of the real world. Awhile back I was having a conversation with a friend in regards to the parents of some of his students. He told me about the recent trend of lawnmower parents. Lawnmower parenting is the act of removing any obstacle or negative experience that your child may face in life. To me this is an extreme form of coddling. This is also tied to the “everyone gets a trophy” phenomenon that we see in childhood sports. I don’t mind the acknowledgment of participation, but to make it the main focus of the sport activity it loses major value.

When we coddle someone we remove that opportunity for them to learn from the experience. The human experience is one filled with pain and learning. We have to learn to understand our emotional states as well as learning to deal with conflict. Conflict is another highly complex emotion. We can have internal conflict as well as external conflict. Internal conflict is arguably the harder of the two to deal with in my opinion. When it comes to conflict with someone else, it just isn’t worth your time. However internal conflict is a much more difficult emotion to deal with because negative thoughts are heard loud and clear.

So in times when one of our loved ones is suffering it’s always better to express empathy. Validating one’s pain and struggles will help lift the storm clouds around them and help begin the healing process. Empathy is what makes lasting human connections. It’s easy to just remove the obstacles but it’s another thing to help that individual to move through these obstacles. You can really make a person’s day that just by expressing a little bit of empathy.

There is still so much for us to learn still about tornadoes. Storm chasers are out there gathering data so we can increase early warning systems by seconds. When it comes to tornadoes they are part of a even bigger storm, the supercell (no, not the Cell from Dragonball Z). Storms are a bigger picture experience that is unfolding before your eyes. When conditions are just right a tornado has the potential to touchdown and wreck some havoc. However this will not always be the case. Overtime your gut instinct will become your early warning system. By honing in your gut instinct you will be able to observe your past to better your future. One more Alan Watts quote: “A predictable future is your past.”

Because tornadoes are a very chaotic storm system that comparatively doesn’t last that long they are typically categorized for how much they “eat” and wind speed estimations. When we experience one of these storms usually something needs to be removed from in front of us because its been distracting us from something important. I will always believe that things happen for a reason, whether we know that reason. I know the storms in my life has shown up when I drifted to far away from my personal values.

Even though we’ve learned all of these techniques to better understand these mental storms, sometimes a rouge wave comes along and knocks us on our asses. I give to you the perfect storm.

Here is the thing, sometimes the perfect storm comes along and tests our resolve. Even though be can be as mindful as possible a rouge wave always has the potential to come along and sink our ship. One of my favorite idioms that I heard from a previous manager was “be like the palm tree swaying during the hurricane, not like oak tree stiff in the wind.”

Much like the weather, I’ve been learning how to read my emotions. The end goal here is understanding how to be mindful of your emotional state. I’ve typically characterized mental health by being surrounded by water. Much like water, your emotional and mental states are fluid.

My personal storm that I’ve been weathering for the past few years, always involves the same subjects. Taking care of myself while trying to balance employment needs. A few months back I had a discussion with my dad in regards to further employment within my current employer. I mentioned to him that I was seeking out a corporate level position likely in some form of marketing and content creation but had some major hesitations. I told him that I was getting a gut feeling that was very similar to my first job right out of college. This is the job that jump started my issues with alcohol. I told him that I felt as if I was approaching another crossroads when it comes to decision making. On one hand I really like the company that I work for, but on the other hand the experiences that I’ve had with dealing with upper level leadership have left a sour taste in my mouth. Fast forward a few months and I’m given a promotion to store manager and the premonitions are proving to be true. Remember when I said my gut feeling has never let me down, except when I failed to listen? Here is the decision that I am at currently, do I hunker down and ride the storm out or do I evacuate to safer lands?

My gut is telling me to put up the storm shutters and leave town. In the short few experiences that I’ve had its shown me that this is only the tip of the iceberg. But what I really feel is happening is life telling me to be true to myself once again. The biggest thing that I struggle with is balancing my medical needs with my day to day life needs. I am someone who has very high medical needs that need to be made a priority. I know I haven’t been taking the greatest care of myself physically over the past five months at least if not longer. My clinic team wants me to exercise more and eat a more balanced diet as well as utilize my treatment vest even more.

So what do I do? Do I continue on the same path that I’m on, which will likely lead to some form of self destruction? Or do I make what is important to me once again the priority? The answer is obvious, we must never stray from what is important to us and our values.

When is it the right time to fight or just walk away from a situation? Yes dealing with conflict is a natural situation that we will always find ourselves in and we do not not want to avoid it. To me the balance is of fight versus flight boils down to is the relationship/situation salvageable. Sometimes people start conflict to get a rise out of you and honestly those disagreements are never worth it because you end up in the mud. Personally for me my choice to walk away from a relationship/situation always comes to a values based decision. I never want to compromise my values for the sake of someone else.

Once again another storm comes and goes, and a new path forms. Yes, powerful storms will cause scars to be left behind, but sometimes some distractions need to be forcefully removed. So what might these storm be trying to tell us about ourselves? To me it’s the idea of letting go and embracing who you want to be.

The ultimate goal of taking care of yourself mentally is acceptance of who you are and what you want. We will talk about innate desires soon, but for right now we are talking about the self. Even though I’m not a fan of his work, I still want to bring up Freud’s theory on the Id, Ego, and Superego. Freud categorizes these three entities as to what makes up our unconscious mind. The Id represents the animalistic needs, the Ego is us in reality, and the Superego keeps us within the constraints of society. I get the ideas that Freud was trying to make this this idea, but if you want to dive deeper into his understanding you’ll see why he is considered to have fringe theories. This usually stems from his ideas on human sexuality.

I want to take a quick intermission. What we are talking about here is the unconscious consuming self, the subconscious self, the sense of self (the you). These are all ideas that we create about ourselves whether it’s because a nature versus nurture or consumption versus fulfillment need. These selves are driven out of desire for something that we perceive that we need to live. I also want to talk real briefly on another definition of ego. We also know the ego to be a inflated perception of the self that we see. I’m talking about when we say people are egotistical. This is characterized by people who are very conceited and arrogant.

I’ve recently landed on the idea that goal of a lot of therapy is recognition the self. I see the value in which Freud was trying to explain, but tying these ideas to the sexual organs misses the point. Society has evolved to make us worker bees with the end goal of consuming. When realize our self (the you) we pull ourselves out of the mindless drone role and become a builder of our own world. In my opinion this image of the self has control over the animalistic desires as well as acknowledgement of the forces that society places on us.

When you’ve recognized the self, you will find what is important to you.

And then we have the foil of the self, the false self. What is the false self? To me the false self is the lies you tell yourself as well as living unconsciously. If you truly want to live a fulfilling life, you are the only person who capable of understanding what it is that you want. Everyday we are bombarded with false standards of needs and happiness. We are told you need a house with a white picket fence, children, a partner, and a dog. But that isn’t for me and it may not be for you as well. We are taught from an early age to consume materialistic needs whether it’s from social media, entertainment, social circles, or unconscious societal norms.

I recently had a conversation with a coworker in regards to children and housing needs. She wanted to know a little more as to why I do not want kids. I told her due to my high medical needs and the lifestyle that I want to live it would not be fair to raise kids. I explained that I generally need to give most of my personal attention to making sure I maintain my health. She did a bit of self-reflection on that and noted that had she had the same information that she has now she may not have had kids for the same reason.

This is all a callback to my story. Remember my ex-wife and I thought that we need to have kids because that is what married people do. When I look back I can only imagine the lasting issues that this would have caused if it did actually happen. We were following a path that we perceived as the only acceptable means of being “adults.” We were allowing our false selves to dictate the actions that we were making. Luckily my ex-wife saw through these lies that we were telling ourselves.

We will talk more about these ideas and concepts in the next chapter.

So how do we let go of these false needs? Simply, we kill the false self.

I know that sounds super drastic and something that the Joker would say, but that is reality. Recognizing the influences that our modern society are placing on us are placing an unneeded weight on our shoulders. Think about, what are the things that drive your depression, anxiety, and questioning about yourself? I’m serious, what is it that you want for yourself, not what others want or expect for you?

In my opinion a lot of our issues are caused because we are trying to fit within some kind of mold. A vast majority of my anxiety was driven by time and a belief that I needed to follow society’s “rules” on what I’m supposed to be doing with my life. My divorce, diagnosis, and previous relationship tore away the rules and showed me the path that I wanted to follow. These storms removed all of the unnecessary distractions that I had been clinging on to because I felt that they were important, but in reality they were not. I have embraced a higher understanding of who Tony is and what it is that I actually want. My false self has been laid to rest and my real self is now in charge. I always commit to keep it real. And I implore you to do the same, just keep it real.

Major life changes can also bring anxiety with them as well, but here is the kicker. Everything will always work its way out. One of favorite sayings as of late is a quote from Alan Watts, “Do what you love and the money will follow.” Yes you will have to hustle for a time, but as he said in that speech someone is interested in what you want to do. We will always have some sort of storm blowing through our lives. It’s not always going to be happy and cheery. We have to learn to be the surfers and meteorologists of our mental oceans. Our emotions are fluid just like water in the ocean and the winds in the atmosphere.

As I’ve said in previous conversations, the ultimate test of faith is letting go. Letting go of unnecessary weight will allow you to become more fluid. The combination of mindfulness and acceptance with the added help of fluidity, you now will be better suited read these waves. These storms will never fully leave us, but we can be better prepared to act when they start to form. Always remember April showers bring May flowers. We may not see why that storm came through but the answer will be provide in due time.

Black

Before we start this conversation, I’d like to thank the sponsor of this chapter THC.

Pearl Jam without a doubt will always my one to true favorite band. And Ten will always be one of my favorite albums. Speaking of Ten, the chart topping, Black, will always strike a chord with me. Black tells the story of an individual who is in a one-sided relationship with self-destruction (huh, sounds kinda familiar).

The quarantine lifestyle really dulled the world around me. But this year hasn’t been the only reason for the melancholy. My total downward spiral is the true culprit of my life of melancholy. Ever since college I was walking a path I didn’t want to follow all because society told me this was the only true path. At times I felt constrained to not explore my true self and became a cog in the machine. After hitting rock bottom I knew a change needed to be made. Lately I’ve been reinvigorated with following the path towards enlightenment and healing energy.

For me the world was in color, but not vibrant colors full of life. While I want to lead a more balanced life, however I want my scales to slightly favor vibrancy, rather than idleness. Mindfulness is the wind that’ll create the waves that you can ride into the sunset. Walking in a world of melancholy of just pure existence is tiring on the soul. I’m constantly tense and clenching my jaw.

I used to always joke that I had a horrible short-term memory, and in fact that is pretty much true. There have been plenty studies regarding memory and issues with depression. It’s not that I blatantly forget everything, it’s more of the fact that my brain remembers the negative rather than the positive memories. October 2020 began my evolution to set positive intentions and spread positivity to those around me.

It’s time we set forth positive intentions to pull us from this ink washed world. Because we will have a nice day.

As I’ve mention in prior chapters that September brought me on to the path of enlightenment. October has introduced introduced setting positive intentions in the daily mix. My constant dance with my past was pulling me further down in the ocean. I was drowning in my struggles with depression. Therapy taught me how to swim to the surface and tread water. The path of enlightenment and positive intentions has jumped started my ability to swim.

Today I went the dispensary for the first time today and picked up my medicine. I figured edibles would be the best route for me, because you know the whole cystic fibrosis thing. I started to unwind and decided I should try out these THC gummies to make sure they gave me the needed effects.

Twenty minutes in and “These edibles ain’t shit and then………..woah .” I proceeded to laugh for twenty minutes straight over something a friend said. Dudes, seriously I laughed for friggen twenty minutes straight. I was fully blazed at this point. I then proceed to launch an assault on an innocent bag of Funyuns. My path towards enlightenment has made me aware of the waves around me constantly. For once I jumped up and rode that wave.

Suddenly my world filled with color and good vibrations. I attribute this to my state of mind prior to my flight. Up until this moment I had been working on keeping a positive mindset while moving forward. I didn’t want to accept the negative, but rather seek positivity and progress. I didn’t want to constrain myself the the depths of the ocean but rather the freedom that they possess.

When I sought out my marijuana recommendation, I didn’t seek it as an escape from depression and that was never my goal. I needed way to manage my arthritic pain. The added serotonin and dopamine are certainly a welcomed effect. Also it helped with a few CF related symptoms. Lord knows I don’t eat nearly enough at times, and sometimes I really need help coughing up phlegm. I can see how the use of marijuana can become habit forming, but in reality all vices do that. But I believe a balanced mind will help in regulating habit forming activities. And holy hell my libido became strong like a bull.

I was fluid once again moving to the beat of my own drum. I felt the tension release and how tired my body truly was. The weight of the world was lifted on my shoulders and felt my true self emerge from its cocoon.

Once I started to descend, I switch the music I was listening to from reggae to slow jazz and kept the vibe going. This singular experience taught me to see in color. What was once gray and melancholy is now full of life and motion.

I felt Alive (pun intended, I couldn’t help myself) for once. I’m gonna go hang ten off my longboard and continue riding this wave.

I’ve always have been a supporter of the legalization of marijuana. We’ve evolved to have cannabinoid receptions in our brains so our ancient ancestors were on something. I come from a long line of hippies, so I’ve held the personal opinion of natural versus processed when it comes to the things I put in my body.

I will say, I’ve never been on any kind of SSRI’s for the treatment of depression and I wholeheartedly say you need to seek professional assistance when dealing with prescriptions. Under no circumstances should you ever suddenly stop taking SSRI’s. Be sure to consult with a trained professional when discussing medication.

The Chronic

No not that Chronic. What I’m talking about is chronic diseases and other medically maladies.

I’m no stranger to the chronic, chronic diseases that is. But these days I do deal with both types of chronic. Having medical problems that are always nipping at your heels can really drag you down at times. For me I’ve 2 major chronic diseases/mutations. Luckily I have a mild case of Cystic Fibrosis (CF) and my one wild card is Hereditary Multiple Exostoses (HME). HME is the one I worry about more than CF. With CF it can be controlled through activity and medication, HME on the hand is a growth mutation wherein my body during puberty grew benign bone tumors throughout my skeletal structure. When I go for orthopedic check up it usually results in some type of surgery to correct a defect.

Recently I had to visit a hand surgeon to discuss some option on lessening some arthritis pain in my right wrist. When I was roughly 11 I had 2 staples placed in my radius on my right wrist to hopefully slow down bone growth as my wrist was starting to grow at a 45 degree angle. The staples did their job, but it ended up not being a runaway success. Come to find out the radius and ulna have practically fused in my right forearm due to my bone condition. I was presented with 3 surgical options, 2 of which were still invasive but not super invasive and the last one was reality setting.

The doctor informed me radiologically what I needed was an ulna head replacement surgery. Yep I’m a 31 year old dude with the skeletal structure of someone at least twice my age. Problem is I’m way too young for this surgery even though it what I honestly problem need to fix my problem. Besides age there is absolutely no way I’d want this, as it would be a complete lifestyle change with major limitations on physical activity. For at least this appointment reopened Pandora’s box within my mind. The route we decided is to trim down the head of my ulna and more or less prep me for future replacement surgery when my age is right. Replacement surgery generally has a shelf life of between 10-15 years.

This isn’t the only issue I’m currently managing right now, both my knees are absolutely shot at this point and my right ankle has a good bone on bone grind. I know I’m never going to be done with surgery and there will always be something on the horizon.

Yes both of my chronic diseases/mutations do add to my anxiety and depression in their own ways. CF will occasionally bring me coughing fits that literally bring me to my knees and excruciating pain in my head and additional anxiety at night when I have a slight difficultly breathing. HME with the one who always rears it ugly head and taunts me with forcing unwanted change upon me.

If you are struggling with a chronic disease like me, just know that there others out there struggling along side with you. Mortality and me have close for at least the past 10 years, whether was the dance we had back leading up to my suicide attempt or the news of my CF diagnosis. We still talk to this day and there always a new reminder that they are waiting to meet again. Yes life is tough but we all have our own hurdles to climb, some are taller than others. When dealing with a chronic disease YOU have to manage it, not allow it to manage you.

I will say yes, that my chronic diseases have lead my routine pain both physically and mentally. Which is why now I’ve received my recommendation for medical marijuana (sorry grandma but it’s the only pain relieving medication I can actually take).

When I feel that I’m starting to lose control I resort back to one of my rituals. Typically in most cases music will get me back on track mentally. In some more serious case I’ll do some mindful meditations to invoke a little self-reflection. I’m lifetime believer in that things happen for a reason. What jump started this current path for me was my side hustle. On the side I was detailing cars. Early in August I was wrapping up on a detail for a friend and all of a sudden my wrist became useless for two days straight. This was my body telling me to seek a new route for self employment.

Do I wish that I had it easier? Hell yes I wish my life would be easier medically. I’ve been retraining myself to manage my diseases and expectations. I know that there others out there who have it a lot worse than I do.

Breathe in and Exhale the Bullshit

Here is it, the scared Jedi texts.

Mindful meditation has been a powerful tool that I’ve been using for the longest time. I was first exposed to the power of meditation when I started practicing yoga. Meditation is key in allowing me to focus my mind and get back on track.

In today’s day and age, we are always on the go and tend to loose sight of what’s really important. I know this concept is truly hard in our society as many of have to work in order to live in some fashion. But we can make the most of the time that we do have on this rock floating through space. We need to A) let go of our stressors or B) readjust what we focus on.

Say it with me, “Fuck that.”

While these meditations may seem not that serious at all, it’s all about the mindset. Seriously fuck that shit that you are constantly worrying about. Just let it go, let it go (why did this snowman suddenly appear?), it’s not worth it and it’s weighing you down both mentally and physically. This year (2020) has taught me that my previous notion of normal was just not that. If anything this year has been a learning experience in mindfulness and a greater understanding of what is really important in life.

Give your mind a break every once in a while and fully clear your headspace. The best tool in your mental health journey is your mind. You need to take care of yourself. I have found that simply slowing down and breathing has helped calm my racing mind. Getting more oxygen into your body and more importantly your brain can help ease moments of anxiety.

Remember you can accomplish what you set your focus towards. Don’t worry about the white noise that life will bring along the way, it doesn’t matter. Just because something is happening right at this moment doesn’t mean it isn’t going to happen at all. Key moments in life will happen when they are supposed to happen and usually at times you least expect it. And above all never let anyone piss all over your parade. Do what you can to remove sources of negativity out of your life (i.e.: turning off 24 hour news networks, limiting exposure to social media, removing bad friends, etc…) because this will ultimately have the greatest impact on a healthy mindset.

Recently I’ve imposed a rule on myself of no social media after 8 at night. I have been using this now free time to realign my mental focus. In the week that I have been following this rule, I’ve been able to successfully start learning a new language, less mental stress and anger, and above all a freer mind.

September 2020 began my journey to fully refocus my quest for inner peace. However this path has evolved into more of a journey seeking enlightenment rather than peace. There will always be some level of chaos, pain, and stress in your life and it better to understand why you are feeling these emotions rather than wishing them away. As I’ve stated in prior chapters I’m not traditionally religious I do have my own set of beliefs. Ever since I read excerpt of Walden back in high school, Transcendentalism has spoke to me, and more recently so has Buddhism. The end goal of my journey is to transcend who Tony really is, and be one with who I am.