Dear Tony,

Have you ever felt that your life was changed because of a person you met?

In an alternate reality there is a world without me as no one stopped me from jumping that day.

Things snowball faster than we often realize.

In another reality there is a Tony who never dealt with his drinking problem and drove home that night and an innocent bystander never made it home. In another reality there is a Tony that never sought out help to work on his mental health (and eventual neurodivergence diagnosis), only to continue to spiral out of control and remain in the grasps of depression.  In another alternate reality there is a Tony who became a victim of his own circumstances and drowned trying to fight life’s currents. But here I stand in the present knowing that I did not become these alternate realities, because another person stretched out a helping hand and I reached back out to them.

Originally when I started out on this journey of writing, I originally intended on it just being an outlet for me to explore another creative medium (and a means of working through and understanding my emotions). The first time that someone reached out to me and shared that they had a similar experience or that my writings resonated within themselves, it changed everything. The more and more that I wrote, this journey has evolved into a love letter of sorts to myself.

I want to make a quick tangent to make one point that is vital to this conversation. I know we are talking about helping others in their time of need but I don’t want to forget the most important person in the room right now, us the individual. Lately I’ve been on what I call a bit of an emotional roller coaster. The beginning of 2025 started out good, only to take a downturn with some family health issues, only to sky rocket with my own personal discoveries, only to take another downturn due to a mental breakdown (and personal illness) that stopped me in my tracks. I am self-sacrificing in nature and tend to always think about the wellbeing of others before the wellbeing of myself. Maybe this is because I feel as if I have a life (karmic) debt that must be repaid, but it’s a lifestyle that I cannot manage. Don’t forget about your own needs, as we can’t help others if we can’t help ourselves. I know I certainly forget this vital piece of information, but that is why life is a learning experience. Now back to our regularly scheduled program.

My life has been touched by multiple people, some of those whom are strangers and others whom are friends for life. What may seem like an insignificant moment in time, very may well be a moment in time in which you made someone feel noticed. We all carry a tremendous power to change someone outlook with something as simple as a smile. Lately I’ve come to the realization that life is bigger than me.

Empathy is the single greatest power that we all possess. I pride myself on my ability to express empathy to those whom I meet and those whom I’m around.

I want to see a world in which one person has a positive impact on another to see love grow in the world. At a time in which we are at our most divided (from an ideological perspective and I fully understand that this will not be a “quick fix”) we need to work towards coming together again as a society. And the easiest way to start to heal the damage that has been done is to spread empathy and love to one another. We are all human and we are all stuck on the same rock hurtling through time and space. So it’s time to love your brothers and sisters.

I’m a big fan of everything happens for a reason.  In an alternate reality there is a parallel universe without me there.  I’ve been pulled back into the world of the living by so many people that I want to pay that forward.  

I have written a letter to myself in the past, but it was a suicide note that detailed my mental struggles with depression and mask that I knew I was carrying. However that note will never see the light of day. I still have the old journal that I kept, but it’s currently hidden. I’ve held on to it as a reminder as to where I’ve been and to where I’ve grown.

Just. Be. Kind.

It’s as simple as that.  Spread kindness and love will grow in the world. 

For us who suffer, you got this. We can do this and every day is a new day. As long as you are doing the best you can is all that matters. I know it’s cliché but it’s darkest right before the dawn. And the world is a better place with you in it.

管杯 (Kanpai), salud, santé, cin cin, prost, sláinte, and cheers to our futures and may they be bright.

Love, Tony

Sober Thing

5 Years

60 Months

1826 Days

43,830 Hours

2,629,800 Minutes

157,680,000 Seconds

January 11, 2025 marked the 5th year in my sobriety journey. And when I look back over the past 5 years it’s amazing to see the person who I’ve grown to love, me. I will make one clarification is that I’m “California” Sober (IYKYK) but my relationship with this lifestyle is much more responsible. The biggest idea that I have learned during this journey, is the power of acceptance. I accept my faults, my strengths, my weaknesses, my imperfections, and above all myself. Sober Tony is free and has made peace with his daemons. Sober Tony is fully in control but also at the same time has relinquished control. Sober Tony understands what is truly important and where to expel his energies.

This metamorphosis didn’t come quick, but that is the point of growing and learning. We have to learn to crawl before we can learn to walk. We also have to learn to walk before we learn to run. There are precipices that we must first reach before we can reach the mountain tops. Life is a journey and above all it’s one that the goal is to learn about your place in the cosmos. I’ve experienced the stripping of my ego, the destruction of whom I was, the rebirth of who I am, and the revitalization of whom I’m destined to be. I am my decisions. I am my faults. I am my imperfections. I am my struggles. I am worth the love I give. I am worth the love I receive. I am who I am and will always be.

I will say that I have come to learn that this level of acceptance, apparently birthed a sense of genuineness (at least what I interpret this feeling/emotion as). The other night I did something that I thought I would never do on the face of this earth. I believed in me. I allowed my mask to fade. I struck fire to the wind. I ran with the moment.

Me and my stupid stims. I must have looked ridiculous beep-bopping away eating pizza in my Stetson, that night. Oh real quick I need to set the stage real quick. Lately I’ve developed a bit of a Friday night ritual. Pizza is one of my comfort foods. And I will only go to one place for pizza. Recently I’ve grown quite fond of a Stetson straw hat that I had originally bought “as a joke” (what kind of idiot spends that kinda coin on a joke?). Recently a pair of Tecovas ended up on my feet, and because it was Valentine’s day a red and black flannel shirt, I shit you not I looked like I was pulled off a package of Brawny paper towels. Oh and my denim jeans and jacket match. And let’s not forget that my beard has some length (and now unfortunately gray hairs starting to appear). My renaissance apparently gave rise to an Outlaw Country phase with a dash of lingering emo. I will say that the combination of clothes I was wearing is one of my “power outfits (shit that makes me feel good).” Music is one of my “safe spaces” and usually when there is music being played that I like, I’ll start to head bob to the beat and dance in my seat. (you know feeling the moment). I will tell you that I was feeling myself that night (well not physically but mentally). This was another encounter with putting myself out there and seeing what the universe will provide. I’m amazed at how cool like a cucumber I felt and boy did I let the ’tism run free that night. A little more background on this fateful night, is that there is this super cute girl I’ve been making small talk with at my favorite pizza joint. I know it super cliche, on this night of all nights, but let’s make a move and take that first step. I noticed the plant stickers on her water bottle and figured her thing had to be houseplants and boom all the ’tism spills out (and I’m pretty sure from both sides from a previous comment she made). Time slowed down, the distractions faded, and a moment was created. If I was the Grinch, instead of my heart growing 3 sizes, my confidence skyrocketed. Whatever comes of this moment is yet to be seen, but for once I believed in myself. So yeah, I guess can do this, just be present in the moment.

I got to this moment in time because I have made peace with myself. I have not felt this light in years both mentally and spiritually. I have lit a fire within myself to continue to grow. I am thankful for my journey of sobriety as it has given me time back (metaphorically speaking). More than ever I am who I am and there is no changing that simple fact. Now this state of being isn’t some sort of Ronco Rotisserie and BBQ “Set it and Forget it” mentality but something that requires continual work.

I used to booze as a means to drown out the emotional side of me (and let’s be real most of us did/do this, we all want to forget). Human beings are meant to be emotional beings and this is okay. I will always stay that I do have a fair bit mental awareness due to being in therapy for so long. Now my original reason for going to therapy was to gain an understanding of my issues with depression as it had been starting to affect my days. I was still drinking what I would consider “heavy” for the first few years of therapy. This did escalate a few times to driving under the influence more than a few times. There was a short stretch in 2019 where I had stopped drinking, due wanting to respecting another’s sobriety while I was around them. During my first run with sobriety, my therapist at the time asked me if I missed it. I remember saying that I really don’t miss it at all, that was until I fell off of the horse for the first and only time. This was around the time when I was considering my first career change. I went out for the usual wings and beers/drinks with one of my old coworkers. I remember after my first drink (and only drink of that night) I had suddenly felt a touch off. That next morning I awoke with that same feeling and I swore to myself that this would be the last drink that I have. I have continued this determination since that very day.

I was using beer bottles to bottle my emotions instead of learning to live with them. I was more focused on destruction rather than understanding. I was trying to bottle up me, I was drinking because I hated who I was becoming. These past 5 years has been about healing and being ok with the fact I will have my down days and up days. I’ve been trying to work with the current instead of trying to fight the battering ram like waves. This is like trying to fight a rip current head on instead of trying to work with the current. You will expel much more energy trying to fight the current, instead of working with the current to carry you with its momentum. There is no real reason that we should be spending energy trying to tread water in the current, when the end result would be drowning. I want to allow the current to provide me with the momentum I need to accomplish my goals.

As you know maybes turn in to nevers.

I know I’ve said this before but I will say it again, time is the most precious commodity that you possess. I’ve been listing to Stephen Wilson Jr’s album, Son of Dad (deluxe) quite frequently over the past few weeks. One of my standout songs is the acoustic recording of the song: kid. To me this song represents a metaphysical timer, however it counts down instead of up. We’ve also talked about nostalgia can lead to fleeting feelings and being more concerned with preserving the past, rather than facing the future. What I’ve been more so trying to recapture is more so my confidence, specifically leaving the mask off. It’s so tiring trying to maintain this stupid thing, because I feel as if I must conform to some unwritten standards. I’ve been slowly indulging into things that brings me joy. Whether that’s painting my nails black or rocking chinos, my Stetson, and checkerboard Vans. I’ve got one life to live, so why not spend this valuable time doing things that are to me? I drank to numb myself to a reality that I felt that I had no escape from, also to try and understand a world in which it’s tough to navigate as an undiagnosed neurodivergent at the time. The more that I am me, the more relaxed I become, and the more relaxed I become, the more in the moment I am present. And this absolutely goes both ways. There are times when I feel down about myself, I can feel other’s confidence become infectious and lift my spirits up.

We are going to die regardless, so why not try and live a little. I am way too preoccupied with thinking about what other people are thinking about me. I am only responsible for one person and one person alone, me. When I take the time to make myself the priority, I do see connections start to form. A simple smile can literally be infectious, like the clap (hahaha, double entente). We all have dreams that we want to accomplish, however we always push them off to tomorrow, and then it proceeds to tomorrow’s tomorrow. Well I’m here to tell you that tomorrow’s, tomorrow’s tomorrow never comes. Time is finite, as we are as well.

There is one major part of this journey that can be tough to find at times and that is a good support system. Paramount to my success has been lately two of my friend groups, my yoga community, and The Brain Trust. My friends at yoga have become more of a quasi family at times and The Brain Trust helps me stay rooted and reminds me to smile. The people who you keep in your life are instrumental in being the bedrock that skyscrapers are built on. Remember the kanji for human is: 人. This character is formed by two parabolic lines intersecting at the top and becoming one. We all support each other at the end of the day and its okay to lean on the shoulders in times of need. We can all support the weight together so we all can get through our struggles.

Time didn’t give up on me, and neither did I. And all that I can do is try and that is all that matters at the end of the day. Just give everyday your best.

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.

Alone I Break

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Now that the legal mumbo jumbo is out of the way. We are going to visit a new depth on this next deep dive.

Alone.

That’s it, my biggest fear.

And I’m not talking about the “I don’t have a partner kind of alone.” I’m talking about the it’s a sea of darkness and you are doing all that you can to keep your head above the water kind of alone. The kind where you unconsciously are removed from the world around you. Where your mind tells you that you are alone in the world, with nothing around you except for the darkness.

Before we start our course towards this undiscovered depth, I want to touch on a few quick details. First off the reason behind my URL FEARNOTHING321.com. I have been using the moniker of FearNothing321 since 2007 and it occasionally was pointed out to me the irony of that username when compared to some of my posts. It used to be that life was only worth living when it was pedal to the metal and being that adrenaline junkie. However lately the meaning of FearNothing321 evolved into something more esoteric. Nowadays it characterizes the fight. Its not that I fear nothing, it more that I do not fear the fight, and 321 alludes to 3-2-1-GO, as in move. Now I believe that you can experience fear, without actually fearing fear. And to my family following along, this is meant as a window into my mind, so please don’t worry. I will say lately that I have been more regimented in my meditation practices focusing more on clearing my headspace. This practice has helped keep my self-awareness in tune and functioning at the highest level possible. Also I’ve decided it’s time to rip off the water wings and dive head first into these new depths.

Batten down the hatches and prepare to dive. Wait, I thought we were on a plane?

Arguably my worst personality trait grew out of my biggest fear. My ex-wife and I only stayed married for as long as we did because of my manipulation over those nearly 10 years. She hit the nail on the head all those years ago that I was afraid of being alone. Fast forward to today and that still rings true. Now I’ve been working on the manipulation trait to rid myself of that tendency. Now mental breakdown that I experienced back in 2019 was due in large part to a relationship that should not have lasted as long as it did. Now the only reason why it lasted as long as it did was due to my own blindness of what was actually happening. But I feel this event had to happen as it launched me into my journey of true self-reflection and self-awareness.

Everyone said 2020 was the year to forget, but I’d rather forget most of 2019. I recently found an old journal that I was keeping when I was experiencing my low lows. I felt invisible to those around me. What I think I am truly afraid of being alone with my thoughts. I’ve talked previously in this book about my struggles with depression and suicide. I have accepted that those daemons live within me and are never going away anytime soon. My journal entries all had a similar theme: I want the pain to stop. It’s honestly amazing I lived through the summer of 2019 looking back at these entries. There was no question that I was mentally broken that summer.

I think this is the true root of my fear of being alone. I’m afraid of what I will do if I’m alone with my thoughts. My track record really hasn’t been the best in these situations and I fear the future may hold the same potential. Rereading these journal entries really put into perspective how bad that mental breakdown really was.

We can take this a little further with the feeling of being invisible. This is another constant struggle I have within the encompassing fear of being alone. I do not feel as if people “see” me. I feel as if people only see me for a specific purpose and then forget about me. This feeling of invisibility is what has created an isolationist tendency that I now carry. There are times when I just want to go hide and turn off all the lights to remove myself from the world.

I will say that my depression is usually at the highest when this feeling is at its greatest. It’s as if my mind has abandoned the world around me. During these times I feel as if I am just a shell of myself, trapped in the void that is life. These levels of depression can feel like being trapped at the bottom of the ocean with the amount of pressure you mind places on you. Remember the yin yang? Within the darkness there is always a ray of light. I’ve been using this time to obtain a mental calmness when I am floating in a sea of darkness. When I feel my grasp on reality starting to unfurl, I remember to look up. I can still see the sun even though the weight of the ocean is pulling me down. During these times of mental pain, I try to harness this energy to transform it into calming energy. While I may feel as if people don’t presently “see” me, I want to be able to hear myself.

I used to think that my relationship with my ex-girlfriend stole who I was from me. Now that I think about it, it brought me face to face with my greatest fear. Yes, I was robbed of some crucial personality traits, such as self-confidence and self esteem. My ex would always say she only liked because I had a beard, yet hated the way I dressed or my other grooming habits. She would also make off the cuff comments that made is sound like that she didn’t actually like me at all. So you can see, not only were the walls of depression closing in, but as well as the crushing weights of low self-confidence and self-esteem. But I will say, I feel that we need to feel what rock bottom truly feels like in order to connect on a higher level with another human being. I’ve felt the high highs and the low lows.

So how can we learn to live with and empower this feeling of alone? Once again we are going dive deeper into the esoteric knowledge. I’ve come to redefine what it means to be alone. I do not see being alone as a negative anymore. I now see this feeling as a positive and an opportunity to learn more about myself. Also I seek to find power in the realm of feeling alone. One of the greatest tools that I utilize in my mental health regiments is mediation. I first started this practice by working on clearing my mind via my yoga practices. I’ve sense evolved my mediation practices into understanding the complex emotions that we deal with everyday. When it comes to meditation you are removing yourself from that place in time and isolating yourself within yourself. So with this rationale, mediation is a practice of being alone with yourself except its in a place of power not weakness or desire (more on that coming soon). The silence that you create within yourself will allow you to actually hear yourself speak truthfully on what it is that you want.

I’ve stopped trying to force things to happen. Things will always happen when you least expect it, because that is how the universe works. In Chinese mythology there is a story of the red thread of fate. The belief is that we are destined to meet our person because they are attached to us via a metaphysical red thread. The movie, Your Name (君の名は), is a new spin on this classic folklore story. Your Name adds a nod to the Japanese tradition of Tanabata (七夕) and the star crossed lovers of Vega and Altair. This story is always on my list of go to recommendations as it is a good representation of fate. One of my key points that I’ve been meditating on is that a significant other will not fill any void within me. Just because you want the feeling of being alone to stop doesn’t mean that being in a relationship is the correct fix. I can assure that it isn’t and it will only amplify the hollowness that you feel. I always like to say that you must love yourself before you can love another. What I’m saying here is that the love you have for you will grow into love for another. Acceptance of you and your place in the universe will open up fate to you and doors will start to open. A love that is built on seeing eye to eye as equals will last longer than one built on vanity alone. This idea can be further strengthened by the idea that what we see in others is actually a reflection of what we see within ourselves.

I want to go one step even further to into the esoteric and defining this feeling we call alone and the fear of death. Lately I’ve been dabbling in the world of Taoism and Zen Buddhism via the teachings of Alan Watts. One night while reaching heights of outer space, I was listening to an Alan Watts speech and my mind was absolutely blown. He characterizes the fear of death of actually being afraid of losing your past. We are constantly caring around our memories to remember a harsh past, a lost loved one, or a desire to be a certain way. That is our past. This is the greatest weight that we carry and carry alone.

Once again while visiting the high mountains, I decided that I wanted explore this feeling. I saw the chains that I was dragging behind me and felt the weight that they were putting on me. I saw the struggle and the pain that I was carrying for so long. Am I ready to drop those chains? I honestly don’t think I am. I feel as if these chains are currently keeping me rooted on the right side of the Earth. Case in point, back in 2019 when I thought I was given a countdown clock, I feverishly held on to anything that I could to keep me in the world of the living. There will come a time when I am ready to drop those chains. And that’s when I’ll be introduced into life everlasting. The idea of death is the greatest form of feeling alone. The biggest hurdle we face regarding this fear and emotion is being cognizant of time. Time is the one thing that drives anxiety and depression. There is never enough time nor can time move fast enough. This is why we crave a fulfilling relationship, because time ceases to exist in the metaphysical sense.

Lately I’ve been trying to live in the here and now and acting as best as I can without premonition. I will say that last bit is kind of hard to really do as I’ve talked in the past on the ideas of removing risk from the decision making process. So I realize that I do sound contradictory when I say both of these ideas. However I believe that both can exist in harmony much like the image of the yin yang. What it boils down to is the ultimate test of fate is simply letting go as well as finding a sense of balance within your decisions. Once again I want to remind you that the roots of the lotus are able to hold on to the mud. Connect yourself to the world around you. Drink in the infinite possibilities, breathe in the solitude, and relax in the comfort surrounding you in this moment of time.

One further way that we can visualize the feeling of alone is by looking at the practice of meditation. When we meditate, we are removing ourselves from current plane of existence and trying to visit another. For me at least this other place of existence is a world in which is only inhabited by me alone. I find power in this world. I find the power to create, to understand, and to visualize what it is that I actually want of myself. I will say I definitely have an affinity for eastern schools of thought. This stems from my belief in the divinity of the self. I am the only one in charge of the path in front of me and I am the only one who can control my innate happiness. I have no one to blame other than myself for the actions that I do. I will be the one to create the environment that I will thrive best in.

We are going to take this next idea with a huge grain of salt, because you know Sigmund Freud was a hack. I’m only bringing this up because I’ve been mentioning the anime Neon Genesis Evangelion quite a bit in this book. The Hedgehog Dilemma is a relationship theory as to why some humans are afraid of intimacy. The idea is that the hedgehog is a spiny animal and it’s unable to find the warmth of others because of its spines. The hedgehog fears that getting close to another hedgehog is going to cause mutual pain to both parties. I can see why this idea may have some merit. I personally have some hesitations about myself, because I carry a lot of baggage: sobriety, mental health struggles, chronic disease, and a divorce. But there is a big counter to this argument. There are others out there that are understanding of the struggle of the hedgehog and are equipped to handle its spines. Those that can truly express empathy can help form lasting bonds with others.

I’ve never been the one to shy away from innate intimacy. It’s the one thing I crave most for in life. Intimacy, whether it’s emotional or sexual is the foundation of a fulfilling relationship. There are a few counters to the Hedgehog Dilemma, mainly being for one we as humans will seek out someone new if the energy we give out isn’t reciprocated and two there are those out there we are capable of dealing with spiny creatures. Once again the image of the ying yang rings true. And another mark against the Hedgehog Dilemma, is the one topic I’ve brought up the most in this book: empathy. Empathy is a practice in human intimacy. To me true human connection happens when we are able to express empathy to one another. By expressing empathy you are actively engaging with one’s self-validation. You are not outright saying you are validating one’s emotional or physical state, rather they come to learn that someone “sees” them.

The Hedgehog Dilemma may only be true if the hedgehog doesn’t put themselves out into the world and become a recluse. Our innate human nature is to be a social creature. I’m not saying you have to spend your time partying it up, what I’m saying is we crave rewarding human interaction. It’s ok to let yourself be loved and to love another. Don’t hide from intimacy just because you are afraid of any pain that may come that relationship. Your pain will be met with empathy. You are worth the love others give to you.

I think it’s time to return to the surface.

You ready for our cliché moment? We have to love deeply. What actually does it mean to love deeply (that’s what she said)? To me at least means to express an empathic love. To me empathy is the root of true human connection. It comes with an air of comfort as builds on the understanding that you will always have someone at your side, regardless of the situation. Empathy is that security blanket that is always there bringing you extra warmth when you need it most.

2020 taught me I needed to better myself. One of the ways that I’ve been trying to bette my self is by learning Japanese. It’s no secret that I’m obsessed with Japan and the Japanese culture. I’ve always had a longing to visit Japan. So I’ve taken upon myself to learn the language as best as I can. The point I’m getting ready to make is I think the English language really fails our ability to properly express our emotions. Aishiteru (愛してる) translates into “I love you” and this word is only used when professing a true romantic love. The Japanese language has multiple ways to directly and indirectly express your emotions. One other observation that I want to make is the Japanese character for human. 人 (Hito/Jin) is the character for human. The character is made up of two lines that support one another. If one side is removed the other falls. This plays into the sense of community that dictates the major cultural identity in countries such as Japan. Throughout the world we see that places where selflessness takes priority over selfishness communities prosper. We must support one another in order to fix the problems that have been plaguing our society for decades.

A major driver in my hesitation to jump back in the dating pool is due to a major lack of personal confidence and self doubt. But what is more confidence boosting than online dating via apps? Unfortunately my generation has made it abundantly clear that meeting people is primarily done via our smartphones. Problem here in lies that these apps crave vanity and can be detrimental on one’s self image. So here is what I did. I set my hopes high and my expectations low. I made my standards clear to myself and stuck to these standards. If my time on these apps proves to be fruitful then my path provided it. Otherwise, I’m going to ride this wave to see where it takes me.

One key relationship that we need to focus on is the relationship that we have with ourselves. I bet you’ve muttered to yourself multiple time some sort of negative quality that you perceive about yourself. I’m talking about the “I’m fat,” “I’m ugly,” and the “No one wants me” toxic musings. None of that is true. We are given one body to live our lives in, so we have to learn to love it. I know body dysmorphia and gender dysmorphia are real and there are those that struggle with images of themselves on a daily basis. All I want to say is embrace who you want to be regardless of what that means. There is enough negativity out in the world and we do not need to be adding any more to our mental space.

I think the important lesson in all of this is understanding what it means to let go. I will say I do not feel alone anymore as I have myself. I have a feeling that things are starting to look up for once and the pieces are starting to fall into place. As I talked in the last chapter about transcending who you are, this concept of letting go and trusting in your own faith has really been key in my mental metamorphosis. I will say it has taken a lot of discipline to maintain focus. This was a hard course to sail, but now I feel just that bit more free. I hope that this feeling passes on to you as well. Remember its darkest right before the dawn.

The Supporting Role

I think it’s time to share the full story on my divorce as I know that there are others out there going through my same situation.

As I stated in chapter 2 of My Story that both my ex-wife/partner both shouldered the blame for our split. We ignored some major red flags and forced things to continue because we were so deep in the lies that we told ourselves. We were both afraid of disappointing our parents, had some level of identity crisis, and an overwhelming need to blindly follow in what society claims is right.

Even though we were together for nearly 10 years, the relationship was rarely ever that stable. During this relationship I grew a manipulative personality and my ex-wife/partner had to hide her true identity behind a mask. The last 3 years of this relationship was where everything started to unravel. September of 2018 the final string holding everything together finally snapped.

My ex-wife/partner embraced her true identity, and came out from behind that mask. She is attracted to women and for the first time she has embraced her identity.

When she said those words with conviction, the rug was pulled from under my feet. I didn’t feel hurt by this revelation as I cared for her as a person and wanted her to fully embrace who she is. At my core I’m a very emphatic person and want to help build people up. Yes, this was a major life change for the both of us, but for different reasons. She was now embracing her true identity, whereas I needed to come to peace with myself. Remember for the longest time I was afraid of being perceived as a failure to my parents, even though they would never do that. I was constantly asking myself “why” during this time. Why did I let this relationship last this long? Why now and not earlier? Why me? I won’t lie I did feel pain during this time and as well as some major rejection. I dreaded telling my parents what was going on, but when I told them I was met with love not disappointment.

Once again my personal insecurities proved to be unfounded.

I want to emphasize I was not mad at my ex-wife/partner for coming out, rather I was proud of her for embracing who she is and wants to be. And I wanted to be supportive during this time as her true being unfortunately may bring along unnecessary judgment by others because of her sexuality. I didn’t want to make a woe is me kind of situation, I wanted to be her support as these were uncharted waters that we were both heading towards.

During this time was when I was going through most of my medical testing trying to figure out what was wrong with me. It really sucked having go through all of this without a support person close by. I felt like everything I was starting to unravel, that’s because it was. During this time was when I at worst when it came to drinking. I was drinking in an attempt to calm my racing mind, but that only sped it up.

February and March of 2019 were some of my lowest points. The divorce was finalized in February as well as the news that I likely have cystic fibrosis came shortly there after. March saw me dance with my daemons once again in the dark depths of my mind. These two months would propel me into the complete downward spiral that would see the complete destruction of who I was.

When I look back at the few years I can’t help but notice the evolution that I’ve completed. I’m not mad that everything unfurled this way, rather I’m upset that we ignored so many red flags over the years. But sometimes events like this have to happen in order to teach us a valuable life lesson. During this time my life went from 60 mph to 0 back up to 200 mph in the blink of an eye. Had I’d slowed down and worked through each hurdle rather than putting the pedal to the metal and ramming through everything I may have made to the other side in one piece rather destroying who I was.

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.

Fell on Black Days

I want to continue on road I revisited last chapter, dealing with my daemons. Last chapter once again brought me back face to face with the pain of depression. But once again I made it through to the other side. For me at least depression isn’t just something that is one and done, I live with it. For lack of a better terms, I’ve become friends with my dark days.

Besides surrounding myself with the right people, music has been one of the most powerful outlets to help me deal with my depression.

Over the last 3 years I’ve been learning how to live with my depression and how to mentally guide myself through its waves. My last wave was pretty pretty intense. Instead of bottling everything up and pushing through it, I allowed it to walk next to me. I reached out to friends, I put on music, and let it all flow through me. Yes it was painful, yes it was dark, but I made it through it. For the first time in years I cried. I let it all out, fully embraced what had been starting to build up. Still working on that smile, but I embraced the pain.

This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality / Embrace this moment, remember We are Eternal, all this pain is an illusion.

-Maynard James Keenan, Parabola

TOOL’s Parabol and Parabola seeks to understand our experience as a living breathing human. Maynard creates a narrative where all of our experiences build in to wisdom and pain is temporary. Our souls are eternal though our actions and our impact on others. When I set out writing my story, my goal was to craft my legacy to be remembered. Yes we are all mortal, but we have the capability to be eternal. Embrace life, live through the shit, and grow with it. I will say I didn’t really start listening to TOOL heavily until a few years ago.

At the end of the day, it’s ok to be one with the darkness inside of you. When you face your daemons, you will better appreciate the fights you’ve put up. Every time I embrace a depressive episode, the stronger I get on the other side. Fight like you life depends on, because sometime it just may depend on it. I grew up on grunge music and it has always been my go to when I need an emotional release. Alice in Chains’ unplugged set on MTV is arguably one of the best live performances aired on that channel. Down in a Hole, at its core is about the loss of self identity, depression, and self hatred. Jerry Cantrell wrote a fair bit of Alice in Chains lyrics and the themes are issues that he himself faced.

When you are down in that hole, appreciate the moment and allow your emotions to envelop you. For me at least during these times, I put on music that I can easily relate with lyrically. Yes it usually depressive themes, but it allows me to easier navigate this wave of depression. During my last episode I must have played Joyner Lucas’ I’m Sorry numerous times. The better I engage with my emotional state, the “quicker” I can move through it.

One issue we face in today’s society is the prevalence of the perfect life, happiness, and materialism. For one what does it really mean to be “happy?” Does it mean always having a smile on your face? Like seriously what is happiness, in the social construct? Chasing happiness will likely put us in situations that actually push it away from us rather than get us closer to this proverbial social construct. Let’s swap happiness with inner peace. When you seek inner peace you are balancing the scales of life, as it should be (hehehehe Thanos was right). Light with darkness, good with the bad; a balanced life.

Okay, I have to let myself feel this before I can go any further.

– Corey Taylor on The Devil In I, via Kerrang!

Even though I’m a connoisseur of pretty much every music genre (minus country), metal has always been my number one. Slipknot has been my favorite band for the last ten plus years. During the darkest times I’ve faced, Slipknot’s music helped me through these emotions. Corey Taylor, Slipknot’s lead vocalist, has always been hypercritical of society’s handling, or lack there of, mental health awareness. The Devil In I, seeks to helps to tell the story of the depression living within us. The Devil in this sense the depression that you and I both face day in and day out.

Yes my daemons live inside me, and I’m okay with that. They don’t control me, but I acknowledge their existence. Embracing your full self will help guide you to a more balanced life. When balance is brought to your life you will find that inner peace within you. My scales are getting closer to equilibrium, but I still have a little work to do on myself. I’ve been there before, so I know I can find it again.

Let the practice of mindfulness guide to a place of balance so that you can live with your emotional states. The final song that I wanted to include in this chapter is Alice in Chains’ Nutshell. In a nutshell (see what I did there lol) this perfectly surmises my battles with depression. When Layne Staley wrote this song, he wrote about his own struggles with depression and addiction. Alice in Chains’ unplugged set on MTV would be the last time Layne would appear on stage as he would lose his fight with addiction shortly there after.

Luckily for me I never really have had to fight addictions. Yes I’ve had my run-ins with alcohol and shopping addictions, but these grew out of endorphin needs. I haven’t taken an oath of sobriety, but what I have taken is an oath to be more mindful of my actions. I still like to buy myself something, if the payoff is something constructive. I don’t drink due to medication that I’m currently on for my Cystic Fibrosis.

At the end of the day, we are sum of all of our parts. Learn to live with your dark days and good days. There will always be bumps in the road, but that is the journey we call life. The more mindful you become, the closer you come to unlocking self-awareness. This is the path you must follow if you want peace within your soul.

Am I less than I am?

Male infertility, or really infertility in general can be a huge contributor to issues with depression, self-confidence, lack of communication, and suffering.

My own journey with infertility came to be due to a failing marriage (now it wasn’t the cause). Now I will say that this journey has brought a lot of closure to me and has explained 30 years worth of medical mysteries about myself. But it wasn’t without any pain or self doubts along the way.

Last year, shortly after my diagnosis I made a tough decision for myself that likely I would not have any biological children. This was due to the fact that I have 2 rare genetic diseases/mutations, one of which is almost guaranteed to be passed down and the other is a 25% chance if my partner is also carries a CF related gene. Sorry mom and dad, looks like bio-grandkids aren’t on the table for now at least, but there will be the 4 legged kind.

Luckily when I started down this path I was already seeing a therapist to help me with my issues with depression and anxiety, however some may not be so lucky. I still remember the day I got the result back from my second semen sample test and finding out again that a big fat zero sperm were in my sample. So does my not-gonna-make-a-baby baby gravy make me any less a of a man? Does the fact that I cannot naturally impregnate someone of the opposite sex make me less than I am?

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I will say, yes I did experience a bout of depression after getting my second round of results back from my fertility doctor. That is to be expected when going through a life event of this sort. Now my experience with infertility might be a little different than your’s however. I came with a factory installed vasectomy due to a little chronic disease known as Cystic Fibrosis. When I was walking through this journey, I knew deep down that my likely answer to my infertility was always going to CF related. When I looked back at my current and past medically history, all roads pointed to CF in my eyes. And to be fair the depression for me at least, was greater after my trip to the urologist for a once over, and that is when we discovered my lack of a vas deferens. My urologist did tell me not all was lost and he has helped many CF patients with harvesting sperm to utilize for artificial insemination. And I do know that you should be able to get some kind of insurance coverage as the procedure is medically necessary.

Infertility doesn’t make me any less of a man. And infertility doesn’t make you any less of a person either. I know that are those out there that wish they had a factory installed vasectomy. Now I may not know what it is like to suffer from a hormonal infertility, but I do know that there are therapeutic medication that helps balance everything out.

In other chapters I have been very critical of our society as a whole for a variety of reasons, the main one being the “go, go, go” mentality. Its times like this where we truly need to slow down. Life will always bring some level of hurdles our way, and yes some may be taller for some some, but its your race. Life’s major hurdles like this are intended for us to slow down and appreciate what we are about to learn. When we move mindfully through our hurdles, we pause and reflect on we are able to build a greater understanding of that moment in time.

For those who are out there suffering in silence, don’t be afraid to lean on others. I know I sound like a broken record at times, but seeking professional help was the best single decision I did for myself. Think of it this way, infertility is just another speed bump in the journey we call life. Yes it’s definitely one of the tougher bumps, but you’ll get through it.

My Story Chapter 4: Take Care of Yourself

*Editors Note* This in an interactive post, please start the song linked above before you start reading. Once the song starts you can start reading.

I want to first explain the title of this chapter. It’s a nod to the original anime ending of Neon Genesis Evangelion. Neon Genesis Evangelion explores the complexities of mental health and depression. In the final episode the main character Shinji Ikuno comes face to face with his fear of failure and what it means to be human. I highly recommend everyone watch Neon Genesis Evangelion and then movie Evangelion: The End of Evangelion. By the way if you do watch these, I highly recommend the original Japanese audio with English subtitles.

So what have the last few years taught me? Above all else take care of yourself and all will fall into place. This is the one time is it is okay to be selfish.

What lead me down this path? Worrying about what others thought of me and having to live up to likely a preconceived notion that I had to succeed all the time.

What have I learned? Being mindful of my emotional state and living with my depression and anxiety. It doesn’t define who I am, I am in control. It’s ok to a have a shitty day, it’s ok to get anxious at times. These are normal emotions. I learned to understand what drives these state of emotion within me. I’m better at setting my own expectations of myself and above all breathe. Just breathe, your mind is a powerful tool. Remove distractions from your life. Get back to the basics, focus on you. Do what makes you happy. And above all else do not compromise yourself or change who you are because someone doesn’t like it. You are a beautiful individual.

Just remember it get better. Optimism will carry you farther than pessimism will.

The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself.

~ FDR

I’m literally the living embodiment of 1 in a million. I have two super rare genetic diseases/mutations, one (CF) is 1 in every 40,000 and the other (HME) is 1 in 50,000. I like to say that I’ve won the genetic lottery. The point I’m trying to make is we are all unique in our own way. You know what’s best for you. I know my gut instinct has never let me down, that was until I failed to listen.

We don’t have flaws. We have features that make us who we are.

Society has made us desire the material, while pushing us further and further away from what really matters. You matter, we all matter, and never let anyone determine your worth. In a world filled with chameleons trying to fit in with the rest, stand out among the rest and be true to you. Live because you want to, not because someone it telling you to. Our time on this rock floating through space is limited and we need to make the best it.

When I set out to tell my story, my goal was to heal my body and mind from the trauma I put it though. But now that I’ve put it out into the universe I hope that’ll it reach someone who may be in the same shoes as me and I can offer them a ray of hope. Just remember just because someone maybe happy on the outside, you do not know what goes on behind closed doors. One more idiom just for good measure, grass isn’t greener on the other side, its most green where YOU water it.

Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today.

~ James Dean

And we have reached the end of Volume 1 of my story. So were I go from here? Well of course I move forward. Soak in the music, allow it to guide you to a place of peace within yourself. From there you will be able work on your own self-reflection. Learn from the past to better the future.