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.
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.
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.
As a society how did we get to the current state of affairs that we see ourselves today or should I say why did we allow history to repeat itself over again?
In my opinion we got to this point in time again due to a lack of empathy as a whole. Yes I know opinions are like assholes; everyone has one and some even like to display them in public, so here is mine.
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I think the vast majority of our society confuses trying to sympathetic with being emphatic. This I feel comes from the inability to make oneself vulnerable. Our society has placed value on being tough and not paying attention to one’s mental health needs. By continually suppressing both our emotional and mental health needs, I believe this is a sign of weakness, not strength and toughness. It take a hell of a lot of strength to say “you know what I need help with my depression/anxiety/addiction/self-confidence.” By openly stating that you have these needs, you are embracing that you are imperfectly perfect (borrowed that one Godsmack’s Under Your Scars music video).
Let’s look at it this way. Say you have a rather heavy and awkward shaped box that you need to load into the back of your vehicle do you: A) attempt to load it yourself because you are “strong and don’t need help” or B) realize that it’ll be easier if someone helps you carry the load of the weight? When we analyze the potential outcomes we can see with option (A) you run the risk of injuring yourself, damaging your vehicle, and likely cause long lasting repercussions. Now with option (B) someone helps you shoulder the weight, you are looking out for yourself, and you are engaging with your own vulnerability.
In my previous job I handled escalated situations which were usually caused because the previous rep failed to show empathy to the caller. Empathy and the ability to validate someone’s concerns and emotions are the best tools when dealing with a escalated situations. By expressing empathy you are validating that individual’s emotional state and agreeing in the fact that their situation is real. When you express empathy to a person you help shed the weight that they have been carrying. Now from my experience when you are trying to express empathy word choice is crucial. Never say you “understand” what that person is going through unless you have walked that walk. I will never understand what it like to be the victim of racial profiling, but I can surely appreciate what my friends have had to endure.
Again for far too long we’ve been relying on this “tough” persona as the model that every American should be. I tried being this way, and yes it worked for a period of time, until it didn’t. It worked, that was until I nearly killed myself. It worked, until I suffered my worst mental breakdown. It worked, until I completely destroyed the person I was. The moment that I started to connect to people with my own vulnerabilities the weight was lifted off my shoulders. I became a stronger person, the person I connected to also became stronger as a result of my empathy. We as a society need to rely on each other to make everyone stronger on an emotional and mental health basis. The lone wolf mentality that has plagued us for generations needs to be shed. Yes it is ok to be by yourself, but don’t be afraid to form connections to people.
What I’m trying to get at here is if we really want to stop letting history repeat we need to be real with ourselves. And the biggest component of this is our elected officials (gonna get a little political here) need to cut the shit. Both sides are equally responsible for the shit show we find ourselves in today. Democrats are trying way to hard to be empathetic, see cringe inducing kente clothe kneeling photo (I know the kente clothes were given by the Black Congressional Congress group to Democratic leaders, but come on this is the same stunt the Cheeto did with the Bible). And Republicans are attempting to be sympathetic when in reality it’s more like apathetic (however Romney always floats to the top of the sea of turds and shows that he is capable of human emotion). But we the people can be the biggest component of change.
So how do we fix this?
Simple, you and I need to be better. Let’s build up our neighbor, let’s hear their concerns and act in the best nature for everyone. By accepting your own vulnerabilities you will be a stronger person both emotionally and mentally.
Also we need to collectively we need to redefine what it means to be “strong.” Under the current societal definition of being strong, we are led to believe that ignoring our own mental health needs all while doing the same 9-5 routine it’ll all will work out in the end. However, how can one be strong if they do not acknowledge who they are completely. Not having the courage to face your own needs, what do we call that? Weakness.
Our society’s inability to effectively express empathy is our Achille’s heal (pun intended). I know I was pretty heavy handed in the last few paragraphs with how I am expressing this information. This was intended as I want to challenge the way you think. We will never move forward as a society until we take a good solid look inside of ourselves.