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Disclaimer
- I am not a medical professional, skilled writer, philosopher, history or religious scholar. This is purely and openly just an account of my story, my experience, and my perspective. A window into my internal world. I strive to be open to seeing truth and wisdom wherever I can find it.
- If you or someone you know is struggling with self-harm, self-hatred, or suicidal thoughts, please seek help. There are so many resources and people who care. You are not alone, and I promise you, you matter. DO NOT GIVE UP. I will have a list of resources that I have come across.
- I am not anti-alcohol, anti-drugs, or anything of the sort. I think, like most things, they can be used responsibly and have some positive benefits. I do believe that overuse, especially at a young age, can create some destructive habits and stunt emotional and mental development. And anything that you allow to control you can become destructive. Self-awareness is key.
- I don’t recommend this ripping off the band aid approach. Exposing myself and all my shit is an exercise that we are yet to see the results of. It feels right to me, right now, but I am certainly not suggesting that this is the solution to battling your fears or your demons. I am quite aware of the risks I am taking here, I’ll let you know how it goes.
- I do not believe in regrets. Even the darkest moments in my life and the mistakes that I have made have led me here, to today, and taught me the lessons I needed to learn. I am stubborn, so it took a lot. I have a ton of fond memories, stories, and friendships that were drenched in alcohol. I wouldn’t go back and change it if I could. Those moments were real, the laughter genuine, and there were so many great conversations in the midst of it. I’m settled with my failures, and I wear my scars with pride. My heart and my true self were always there, just a bit hidden behind the mess. I do want to apologize if my storm ever brought wreckage to your life. Life is messy, and we are all intertwined and entangled here together. It was never my intention to have my demons cast shadows on anyone.
- I don’t know what I am doing. My spelling and grammar are awful. Bear with all the messy chaos that is my stream of thought type writing style. It’s on my list of things to get better at. This is something that I can only explain as a thing that needed to be created. It began to well up in me and literally kept me awake many nights. I don’t know what it is yet, or what it will become, but I am trying to open myself and just let it flow out. I have journals full of ramblings, notes on my phone, long texts to friends, scribbled thoughts and ideas written in sharpie on old mail in my truck. If it feels hard to follow, that’s most likely because it is.
- There is nothing new here. I listen to a lot of audiobooks, podcasts, and I read. I am a conglomeration of all of these things, so if some of this sounds familiar, it’s because all of these things have shaped and influenced me, and I will do my best to give credit where I can. My back story is important but doesn’t define me or my future. This is about growth, progress, and embracing the second part of my life.