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‪anyway perspective is important, and if you lose it, or don't have it, humble yourself by recognizing that what you feel, however valid, is only based on a skewed portion of what really is. ‬

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will figure my shit out. grow through some changes...
i’m tired. but i’m always tired.
Sorry
I wanted to write about re-defining success, but I’m tired. I also flaked on 2 weeks ago’s scheduled post, and intended to at least make up for it with two posts today (equally for myself as for the small number of people who may visit this blog), but I also need to keep some poetry unpublished for future projects.
So after 4 weeks of thinking and developing ideas, I’ve got no tangible work to show for it.
And that’s okay... I think. The intent of my scheduled posting is to practice and improve a personal deficiency when it comes to consistency, however at the same time I have to recognize that things don’t always go as planned, and move through the motions that come my way along the path of least resistance. I could thrash and fight and work myself up, but to what end? How productive would that be really, beyond producing some tangible evidence for others that I’m still here?
I wanted to write about re-defining success, but I’m tired. And that’s okay, because failure is influential but it’s not definitive.
I’m grateful that I have the opportunity to improve upon my yesterday, with every today to come. And in show of that gratitude; though I wanted to write about re-defining success, I didn’t, but I forgive myself nonetheless... I think.
The Space Between Spaces (draft)
​There's a place where the heart and the mind meet and tell truth speckled fables— Grandiose tales of courage, And success, and perfection, and necessity, All inundated with falsities and misinterpretations so ancient and vast they smother and drown the essential.
But here, in this place where heart and mind meet, The light overhead casts a shadow, And their forms combine to trace the outline of all that is.
It's here, that I chose to dig for treasure; The unkempt and desolate landscape of consciousness. And it is this very same place in which I found An ever plentiful wellspring, Beyond mind and body. And from this spring emerges the purest elemental love, Forged from substance incomprehensible, But ever present all the same.
There's a place where the heart and the mind meet. Where the wind sounds like serenity, The light feels like joy, and the water tastes like love.
And it is here I hope to reside, For what little while, I might afford to.
Missed Post
I missed this passed Sunday’s post. Between balancing work and my girl and the rest of my life; tryna keep my priorities in a healthy place while cultivating experiences and relationships, and maintaining growth in myself, practicing patience and mindfulness, tryna care for my moms.. my energy is maxed out.
I’ll put together something more substantial for the next post.

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Presence
After spending days in contemplation, scrapping draft after draft about topics I’d hoped to discuss, I’d like instead to speak to some of that which is crowding my mental landscape. I find it worthwhile to note my initial intent for this week’s post had been to explore the drawbacks of the excessive controlling behaviours many of us exhibit regularly, only to find that I was trying too hard to force it—the irony…
Anyway.
So a few weeks ago I attended a party. As things were winding down and a few of us were circled around in a small bedroom, engaged in varying conversation, my guest began instigating playful but physically confrontational banter with two of my other friends. A little confused, but ultimately perceiving it as harmless, I let it go on without intervening until things fizzled out. I thought little of it, until a short while later the same person instigated further conflict, this time with a couple women we’d briefly met just that night. Confused, embarrassed, and a bit upset by the behaviour, I later addressed it and was explained that it had been reactionary to the anxiety she began feeling being in an enclosed, messy environment. At first I didn’t really understand… it seems counter productive to ease feelings of anxiousness by creating conflict, but on a deeper level, as she further revealed, there are many ways in which violence (expressed in a very subtle form here) and conflict act as effective ways of exercising power and creating physical space—both of which can contribute to easing that kind of anxiety.
The reason I tell this story is it serves as an apt example of the way in which our internal pain or emotions can manifest into problematic behaviours. Reflecting on my own history I am well aware I have done this many times in the past, and chances are that you have too. It shouldn’t be on other people to bear the result of our unchecked emotional torment, but we all experience pain and difficult emotions, and misery loves company, so how do we keep this intrapersonal struggle from manifesting into interpersonal conflict? There are likely many solutions, however my personal experience lies in self-awareness; more specifically, the kind of self-awareness brought on by observation and mindfulness, and that’s what I’d like to talk about.
Prior to this past summer, I’d gone the better part of 8 years struggling with an undiagnosed mood disorder. I cycled through lows and pains so often I thought they were just part of my personality. Even when I finally began to seek help, and educate myself as to what was really going on, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Pleasantly enough, the practice of presence, combined with some therapeutic counseling, began to take effect. It’s not that the negative feelings stop coming—for the most part these are natural, and can serve as good indicators of our values and personality—but what the awareness provides is an ability to distinguish yourself from what you’re experiencing. With practice, you can then respond out of a place beyond instinctual emotion, and cultivate behaviours that will benefit you positively, rather than perpetuate negativity or cause conflict.
In the process of acknowledging and learning to manage my mood disorder, I opted against pharmaceutical treatment. This was a personal choice I’ll likely be discussing in a future post, but ultimately it led to the majority of my path to stability relying on cognitive behavourial therapy. A solution based form of therapy, CBT’s approach is founded in the idea that our thoughts, emotions, and behaviours are all interrelated, and looks to observing patterns in each of them in order to develop coping strategies against the problems that plague you. This means that in the same way my feeling sad may bring negative thoughts, and then cause me to be lethargic, a day spent lying in bed could cause me to feel sad, and that sadness bring negative thoughts, etc etc. So the key becomes drawing your attention to past sequence of events, to make connections and identify reoccurring patterns. In doing so, you can then develop ways to halt the process and reduce or eliminate those patterns when they present themselves. Makes sense, no?
Truly I urge anyone who may come across this post to try it. Though it’s easiest when done with the guidance of someone learned in the art, regardless of whether or not you’re on medication, in therapy, or even struggling with mental health at all, there is a power in presence that I and many others believe is worth the practice. Religious, spiritual, and psychological texts speak to this as well, and the reason is simple: the road may be treacherously difficult, but through presence and mindfulness we can hope to connect with the deepest part of who we are, and begin bringing that forth. The good that this brings is something no one will be able to take from you; a private inner sanctum all your own, and an exercise in true sustainable power—void of fear, and void of violence, in all the forms they take. ​
there’s a post coming. tonight or tomorrow, I swear.. lol
An open letter to my exes,
I finally went to see someone about the mind aches. It took me years of carelessly smashing things and people for me to realize what you went through, trying to care for me while I was sailing further and further, and floating out into the dark. I recognize now, amidst the whirlwind of Becoming, how exhausting it must have been swimming after me time and again—keeping me anchored to shore, and going along with all the little lies I convinced myself were true because I was unfit to face much of anything. Truly, I'm ever the most grateful to have gotten to know what I did; to lxve and have lxved each and every one of you with a raw, vulnerable, heart-string-plucking, gut-wrenching, fuel-burning sanctity. I just didn't know how to do it right. The notion of how to lxve myself, let alone another, is one to which I was introduced late, in life, and by that time was already tumbling and fumbling through fear and insecurity, and a fragile fragmented sense of self. And so was I awfully unprepared for any of you, in all of your marvel and wonder—grossly incapable of understanding the whole scope of what made you beautiful, and doing justice to it. But I'm not sorry. Because I did what I could, and gave what I had. And though this residual adoration to the once intimate and now estranged, may very well be one sided, I've nevertheless long etched the light of your souls into my being for always, and all ways. Let this be my monument to you, a thankful testament of what's been, and acknowledgment of what is. Romance may come and go as it will, but lxve is lxve; then, now, and forever. ,
About Suicide..
Why is it that at least 80% of people I know have thought about suicide at one point or another in their lives (to varying degrees) but yet it’s such a discomforting, taboo thing to talk about…?
In progressing through my own mental health battles I contemplated suicide countless times during the last 7 or 8 years, yet honestly up until these last few months of actively opening myself up to working towards some sort of stability, I’d talked about it with probably somewhere around 2 or 3 people MAX (and still now it’s not much higher). I’m pretty confident that I’m far from alone in this, and so I’m led to pose the question: For such a widely common place thing, why the fuck is there such a great disproportion?
Now, honestly I could probably develop a pretty solid theory relating human behaviour and societal norms, to the prevalent disproportion, but that’s aside from the intention of this discourse, which is to oppose the stigma, judgement, shaming, and otherwise counter productive reactions related to suicide and suicidal thoughts . Mental illness and wavering mental health are challenging enough to overcome, let alone when we feel incapable of expressing or revealing thoughts like these—thoughts that (regardless of intensity or severity) should be clear indicators of someone experiencing significant issues with their emotional stability and/or brain chemistry. Most of the suicides I’ve been made to know about personally, “happened out of nowhere”. But let’s be real now, very rarely, if ever, does someone wake up one day and randomly choose to abandon every hope and loved one they’ve ever experienced and kill themselves… that’s not how it goes down, that’s not how humans are programmed. In educating myself on matters of mental health this past year, I read that essentially the deciding factor between someone who commits suicide and someone who doesn’t is the amount of coping resources (think inter-personal, intra-personal, biological etc) they have vs. how much pain they experience, be it conscious or not. That’s it. One outweighs the other or you teeter in between. When one considers all of this, I’d say it’s difficult not to think that MAYBE, just maybe, if expressing these kinds of thoughts was more common place and met with compassion, it could be the difference between said person going through with the act, or talking to someone; the difference between that person getting the help they need or keeping it all in until the imbalance is too much to bear.
Anyway all this to say I hope we all develop the courage and maturity to make these types of discussions common place, cause honestly you could be saving a life and not even know it, and how fucking priceless is that, in comparison to mindlessly parading around as shells of ourselves, pretending these things that affect all of us dont exist/matter.