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

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.

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.

1-800-273-8255

I knew at some point I was going to have to write this chapter. This has been a tough one.

Now I need to preface this for my family that follows along. Don’t worry I’m okay, I have my rough days but I’m still here.

Suicide isn’t something you just get over. Luckily I had someone in my corner that pulled me back from the edge that day. As I’ve said multiple times the best thing I ever did for myself was seek professional help. I was struggling with depression and to be fair I still have my moments. But I’m still here today.

The past 2-3 years have been arguably some of the roughest times for me. I’ve dealt with loss, failure, and the utter destruction of who I was. But I’m still here, still fighting. Not gonna lie on this one, but my depression was pretty bad back last summer and fall. There was point in time that my ex-girlfriend and mother were worried that I had made another attempt at my life as I had expressed interest in doing so. But once again, I’m still here, still moving forward.

Throughout my time in therapy, my therapist has expressed that I exhibit signs of what is known as double depression. My depression causes manifestations of mental pain that drive me insane. During my time in therapy we have been focusing on Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) to treat most of my symptoms. Now I’ve never been officially diagnosed as labels never help anybody out in situations like this. I want to quickly interject real quick, I’m not a licensed or trained professional and these writings are from my own experiences only. Do not use them to self-diagnosis, seek professional help for that.

To me at least suicide will always be apart of me, more so the fact that I have tried to make a serious attempt at my life. Now I will say I’ve continued to have thoughts around suicide due my continued fight with depression. But remember I’m still here, still on the right side.

Therapy for me has been a blessing. I’ve learned to live through my depression and guide myself through to the other side of these dark tunnels. I still have my days where a I feel like I’m once again falling back into the void of darkness, but this time I have I can pull myself out. I’ve learned to take bite size pieces of activities that I enjoy to maintain the pleasure that I get from them. I organize my day to the best of my abilities. I maintain a routine. I acknowledge my shitty days. I take time to learn from them to better myself.

“Don’t give up. Don’t ever give up”

Jim Valvano

Yes, depression is something you can live with, and not allow you to be dominated by it. When I feel an onset of an episode I prepare myself to endure the emotions that I’m about to go through. I hold my dog close to me, I put on my favorite albums, and cook my favorite foods. Remember I’m still here, still struggling but still living. I want you to know if you are going through a rough patch in your life, that you can get through it. If you need some one to listen to you, my Instagram info is in the upper right hand corner. There is always the suicide hotline: 1-800-273-8255.

If you have a loved one that is going through some tough times or has previously made an attempt at their life, please don’t try to coddle them. That has never worked for me and has usually made things worse. Most of us already feel like we are burden on ourselves and families and we don’t need someone doing everything for us. Rather show support. Simple things like touch go a long ways. I know for myself, sometimes a simple embrace can go a long way. Humans have an innate need for touch and we can convey most of our feelings and emotion through non-verbal communication. Above all just listen and validate to your loved one’s concerns. These are real concerns. Also instead of asking “how you are doing” try giving your loved one a compliment. Today’s society has made it almost taboo to compliment another male. Break that stigma. Compliments will help that individual feel better about themselves.

This is a time to build each other up. Suicide is a taboo subject, and it effect far too many. Some see it as a release from the pain they endure, but in reality all it does is transfer that pain to someone else. Remember you matter, we all matter. The pain will lessen over time. You can live through this, I am, and you can too.

Thankfully I’m still here.

My Story Chapter 3: The House of Cards

Ok where were we? Ah, yes my test results.

One other quick note that I would like to add, is I have always struggled with the idea of mortality. Yes, I know we all won’t make it out of this alive and it’s best to enjoy the ride now and not have any regrets later. This struggle can be linked to the need to have multiple surges and having to go under anesthesia multiple times. There has been research completed that has linked some level of PTSD with surgical needs. The reason why I’m bringing this up is I also have a rare genetic bone mutation (Hereditary Multiple Exostoses) , where my body produces benign bony tumors/spurs through out my skeletal structure. These aren’t like Cadet Bone Spurs claims to have, these are actual tumors. Luckily my case is mild, but I’ve had to have a few surgeries to remove some spurs that were either limiting joint movement or causing growth defects. Now with the last surgery that I had in 2015, I recovered physically very well, but mentally it was a struggle. The idea of a meaningless death was always passing though my thoughts.

Let’s get back to our current timeline. March of 2019 I started revisiting my demons of the past, mainly the idea surrounding my past attempt at suicide. Now this wasn’t an idea that I need to follow through with it this time; it was more or so was my previous attempt to free me from a life of pain and struggle. One more tidbit that I would like to bring up about myself is that I developed over time an issue with alcohol. With my metabolism I would usually need to drink quite a bit and fast to maintain any kind of buzz. I would also drink frequently to try and destress, usually to no avail. Also as pointed out by a friend, I’m the kind of person who is able to hide how drunk they are physically. What I’m getting at here is when I would be in the right mindset I would drink too much and would make bad decisions. Yes I have in the past I’ve had one to many to drink and drove home.

One other topic I would like to discuss before we get back to our main story line is intrusive thoughts. Here is a definition of intrusive thoughts:

“Intrusive thoughts are thoughts that seem to become stuck in the mind. They can cause distress, as the nature of the thought may be upsetting. They may also reoccur frequently, which can make the concern worse.

Intrusive thoughts may be violent or disturbing. They may be thoughts of a sexual nature, including fantasies. They can also be thoughts about behaviors you find unacceptable and abhorrent. 

These thoughts, however, are just thoughts. They seemingly appear out of nowhere, cause anxiety, but have no meaning in your life. They’re not warning messages or red flags. They’re simply thoughts.

What gives them power is that people who experience them become worried about their significance. They may fixate on them and become ashamed, intent on keeping them secret from others.

As long as you recognize that these are thoughts only and have no desire to act on them, intrusive thoughts aren’t harmful.“*

During this stretch of time these thoughts were racing though my mind constantly. Once again I became enthralled with the idea of mortality and death. These thoughts damn near paralyzed me when I was by myself. Now I want you all to know my life was never in danger during these times. I had developed a kind of a sub-conscious defense mechanism towards, which was basically being afraid of dying.

Now for my birthday that year I decided to spend it with my family up north. I flew up to Maine to spend a few days with family and to get away from my job, my stressors, and to try and find some peace within myself. When I was in Maine, life slowed down for the first time in years. I felt the crunch of the snow beneath my boots, I heard the slight taps of the snow gently hitting the window, I saw the beauty in nature, my soul was at peace.

Harrison, Maine

I now know what it Henry David Thoreau felt when writing Walden. I have always in some related to the works of Transcendentalism by Thoreau and Emerson. In my eyes we are all children of the Earth and each one of us are in control of our own destiny, not some outside force and I wholeheartedly believe the power of individualism.

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Music has always been apart of me whether it was playing in band in middle, high school, or college, from the latest new releases to my very eclectic tastes in genres. The album pictured above, Bon Iver’s For Emma, Forever Ago has been an album that always spoke to my soul. In another post I’ll be visit the idea on how crucial music has been to my mental health.

Overall April was shaping up to be a really good month, I found peace for the first time in a long time, I bought one of my dream cars, and I felt as if I was hitting all the right strides. But this surely would last, right?

May comes in like a lion (anime reference). I start dating a new girl who on the surface seemed really cool. She like the same sports as I do, she like the same music, and she wasn’t judgmental (or at least appeared to be). One quick piece of important information is that USF and Tampa General Hospital are apart of the MyChart app where you are able to communicate with your doctors, get test results, and notifications of upcoming appointments. It was around the middle of May when I received a notification to my phone notifying me of an upcoming appointment with the CF clinic. My last communication with them was back in February when they told me they would call me with the results of my genetic panel when they received my test results back. This seemed really odd to me as I never received that call but I suddenly had a follow up appointment. So in the morning I called the office to inquire as to why I had the appointment scheduled. The receptionist told me that I had been added as a patient to the CF clinic. I asked her to set a call with the doctor so I can go over my results.

Fuck

As the title suggests my house of cards collapsed. I finally got the call I was dreading when I was at work of all places. I stepped aside for a few minutes to hear what the doctor had to say. Inside I was dying from the realization of what my new normal would be and the challenges I may face down the road, however I couldn’t show that here, needed to keep a proverbial mask on to hide behind. Needed to be that cheery individual, while knowing full well I was figuratively dying on the inside.

Fuck

I just turned 30 how could this be happening. My world was crumbling beneath my feet. The stress from this and my job was causing me at this point in time to throw up between 2 and 3 times per day, I wasn’t eating as much as I normally do, I was breaking down and I hadn’t hit rock bottom yet. Most of the individuals who are diagnosed with CF unfortunately loose their life by their mid-30s due to medical complications as our lungs fill with a thick mucus which makes it difficult to breathe. Now I’m used to the idea that medical complications may end my life short. The bone disease that I also have opens me up to the possibility of osteosarcoma (bone cancer) as I already have the bony tumors, but they can turn cancerous. But this was entirely different.

Fuck

Do I really only have a few more years to live? Is this it? Is this how it going to end for me? These are the thoughts and more dominated my mind for the next two months, until I was able to get a hold of my doctor again. I suffered my worst mental breakdown in the month of June. I didn’t want to do anything, I was barely sleeping, eating, taking care of myself, and just existing.

Ding, this is your Capitan speaking please we’ve lost all cabin pressure, please prepare for a crash landing.

Luckily on my next conversation with my medical team I was told my case is considered mild/light and it will not end life early. Slight sigh of relief, but the damage remains.

Now I attribute my ex-girlfriend with providing me with a few good things. She got me to stop drinking.

Now that I’m not drinking, my mind was looking for new sources of endorphins, enter my self destructive and self sacrificing nature. I saw my then girlfriend as someone who I could “save.” She had her own issues and I felt that I was the one who could build her up so she could see her own potential. While completely ignoring everything that I needed.

Reaching out for help

It was around July that I felt my grasp on everything starting to slip. I made a post on the Cystic Fibrosis subreddit on how does everyone do it all. Now during this time my body was literally tell me to slow down. I would get these crazy stress headaches and the vomiting continued and I was loosing a tremendous amount of weight (I lost 20 pounds in just a couple of weeks from barely eating). Looking back at it all I know I should have listened to my body, ended the relationship as it was completely one sided and listened to the advice of my peers and put CF before EVERYTHING. But I am me and I’m pigheaded and very persistent.

The path that I chose to walk was the one of total self annihilation, I hit rock bottom and continued on a downward spiral til I was barely recognizable to the person I used to be. I never really got to thank my old coworkers who obviously noticed something wasn’t quite right with me during this time and I would reluctantly make a quip as to I’m ok and what is normal. Thank you. I wasn’t ok during this time, I was barely myself and I was hiding behind a mask because I couldn’t bear the person who I had become.

It was around the end of October when I started to pull the wool away from my eyes. I received a tremendous offer to be a second photographer for a local event that was being covered by a local professional photographer in the St. Pete area. Instead of being met with praise and congratulations, I was met with “umm you need to drive me (ex-girlfriend) around.” To which I correctly responded, I need to make money so I’m taking this job so you are an adult you can drive yourself. Also during this month I found another bug/glitch within myself (some call those feature, looking at you EA), hypomania. Now during most of the month of October I had been trying to help my ex-girlfriend clean her apartment due to her hoarding nature and complete lack of self-motivation. Durning the last week of October my mind was moving a million miles per minute. I would have to try and force myself to sleep. Even 6 higher strength CBD gummies plus melatonin would fail put a dent in my over active mind. Being up for 26 hours straight with no real release was scary.

Right before the end of the year I had my last quarterly check up with my CF team. They told me that they wanted to get me on the new wonder CF medication as it will help prevent me from getting lung infections and will help with getting the crud out of my lungs. What may seem like a small step in the whole grand scheme of things was another reality crushing step for me. This made it truly real, I really do have a chronic disease that I now have to manage.

For me 2020 started out as journey of self discovery and betterment. After one too many lies I finally listened to myself and saw what everyone else saw. I finally broke off the relationship I was in, I made the tough decision to leave the job I was at for the past 4 years, and decided it was time to work for myself.

That was a doozy. Like I said before I think everything happens for a reason, my former marriage unknowingly answered medical questions that I didn’t even realize that I had, my relationship with my ex-girlfriend helped me discover what rock bottom really felt like and to really understand what I need to get back to that moment of peace I so desperately needed. I’m getting closer to finding the place of peace within myself everyday and this time of self-reflecting has been a beacon of light that has ignited a new sense of purpose within me.

I know this post was a little longer than the last two, but I didn’t want to split this part of the story up. My next post will be about looking forward, appreciating the past.

My Story Chapter 1: From the Depths of Hell

I guess my first “real” post here should be a glimpse into my story and how I’ve made it to this point in my journey.

Let’s see where to start…

For the longest time I’ve suffered from depression and some level of anxiety. And just for some good measure lets throw in some really bad stress management on the top. These mental hurdles all culminate in a suicide attempt back in 2009 when I was in college due poorly managed stress management and distorted need to always succeed at everything I do.

Let me qualify that last statement real quick. Growing up I was always held to the highest standard academically, and was routinely told to “work with my mind and not with my hands” and “under certain circumstance you shouldn’t have to study for tests.” Yes, I do feel as if I am generally gifted when it comes to intelligence as it refers to book smarts and “street smarts.” I have always had a natural attraction to problem solving, fixing, or discovering how something works mechanically. When I was in high school one of my favorite classes that I took was Auto Mechanics. I was happier than a pig in mud in that class. From working with my hands to fixing cars and learning how it all works tickled my fancy. Most of my friends during that time thought I was going to become a grease monkey (and to be fair that’s what I was really wanting to do). But due to my overwhelming success in chemistry, I was slightly nudged into pursuing Chemical Engineering in college. This is the point in which my story really starts to take shape.

Now I don’t blame my parents for pushing me to pursue a higher education, they ultimately wanted the best for me and wanted me to succeed in areas that they may not have when they were growing up. All throughout high school I had nearly perfect attendance pretty much a A/B student, so it would make sense that I would be fine in college. During my sophomore year in college I had the roughest academic year. My biggest hurdle was trying to pass Calculus I with at least a C. This year was the first time that I had ever failed a class. This caused a little friction in which my parents were a little confused as someone was so gifted in high school was struggling this bad in college. I went on to fail out of the School of Engineering at USF (after taking Calc I a total of 5 times… yea I’m persistent), and transferred into the criminology department to fast track my graduation. Now my sophomore/junior years wasn’t all gloom and doom. I did have a few good things happen as well. During this time I discovered a passion in cycling, enjoyed playing in USF Herd of Thunder (this one made me kinda famous, my photo is featured in NCAA Football 2008), and I would meet my first girlfriend who I would later marry then divorce – more on that later.

During this crucial 2ish year period is when I saw my greatest amount of ups and downs. This all culminated in luckily a failed attempt at suicide, with my then girlfriend pulling me back from the edge, literally. During this time the amount of self-inflicted stress I was carrying was tremendous. My GPA slipped to just under 1.50 (I had always previously managed a 3.8-4.0 GPA throughout my academic career up until this time) and I didn’t know who to tell this to my parents, whom likely may not have been able to understand why I was doing this bad. Add on this a relationship the was already starting to show it may not be for the best.

As always did with my stressors and mental health issues, I shoved them in to the depths of the back of my mind in hopes they would just “go away.” As we all know this doesn’t work.

Once again I felt my relationship was starting to fail and I couldn’t let my family know that I once again “failed” at something, so out of this grew one of my worst personality traits, manipulation. I had been so afraid of failure that I manipulated an individual to stay in a relationship with me for just under 10 years, so I wouldn’t disappoint my family.

As you can see there is an ongoing theme, being afraid of failure and disappointment.

I feel that this is a good end to the opening chapter, that is my story. I’ll pick up where I left on my next post. Thank you for following along with me. I hope with putting myself out there that I might be able to help someone who may be going through the same thing that I went through.