For the Love of Writing

A wise man once said, “A blog post begins with a single keystroke.” Ok, maybe that is a bit of a copy or reword of another famous quote, but nonetheless, I get too caught up at times with what to write that I don’t actually start at all. I get in my head thinking it won’t be interesting enough, or it is a topic I have written about many times before, but none of that really matters if I am just writing for the love of it.

Not every post has to be earth-shattering, nor will every post get shared to Facebook or other platforms. At first, I would look at a post as a failure if it wasn’t read by a lot of people, but now that isn’t as important to me. Looking back, I realized I had 47 posts already on the blog over a few years. While I haven’t been consistent as far as writing one every week, that is probably more longevity and posts than the average person who starts a blog.

Due to having a decent body of work on the blog, I feel a sense of pride. Even though I haven’t been as consistent as I’d like, I have never completely abandoned it. It is something that is my own that I created, which is a good feeling.

On the days I don’t want to write, I just have to tell myself it is easier to get into a rhythm than I think once I start. The words do start to come as your mind gets rolling.

During the last 47 posts, I have written about a wide variety of topics, from deeply personal mental health stories to sports and music to memories of my mom. I remember how I felt when starting it. I had wanted to do one for a while but finally got the motivation to do it and was excited to get it going.

It was a post about my mom, saying that she always wanted to get the most out of life I believe. It was very well received with a lot of support from family and friends. I soon shared about my mental health struggles which again were met with a lot of support. However, not every post I share will get recognized by a lot of people.

If I was only in it for the recognition, I would have stopped a while ago. I do this because I love writing and the feeling I get from doing it. Maybe someday I will do it professionally as I would like to, or maybe not, but the point is I am building the skills no matter what.

Throughout the blog, I have enjoyed all the different types of writing. I seem to like the more emotional or personal storytelling posts the most. That is where I think I am the most open and genuine. Those ones seem to flow out pretty quickly for the most part.

No matter the type of writing, this blog is here to stay for the foreseeable future. The goal would ultimately be to do it for a profession like I said, but for now, I am enjoying doing it on my own for no pay or notoriety. The consistency is something I need to work on, but I do believe the right avenue will open up if I just keep writing through it.

Just Write Through It

It is often said that you are your own worst enemy. Recently, I was reminded of this time-tested saying. In the middle of trying to find a job after leaving one that did not work out, I found myself frustrated and down on myself leading up to Thanksgiving which would be spent with my girlfriend’s family. I envisioned being repeatedly asked about my job situation and having to explain and explain everything in detail. None of that actually happened.

Most, if not all, of the worst-case scenarios that I picture happening never occur, yet it seems I can be pretty good at creating them sometimes. In this case by conjuring visions of a megaphone announcing, “This man is unemployed!” while a spotlight shined down on me. OK, not really, but the point is what happened in my head clearly was exaggerated.

Instead of having to explain my unemployment, I ended up simply appreciating the company of others while chowing down on the delicious food and catching some of the football action in between. Turns out, it was a pretty typical end enjoyable holiday, despite what I thought going in.

I remember a couple of years ago feeling the same way going into Thanksgiving. I wasn’t in the greatest frame of mind. I think I was working a temporary job as a holiday driver helper for UPS at the time or was going to start soon. I once again conjured up visions of being drilled about that. However, I don’t remember any of that happening, either. If anything about my job was discussed, it was words of encouragement or tips on how to find something else after it ended.

Believe me, it is not all the time I think this way. Most of the time, I am a pretty positive and optimistic person, trying to see the good in people and situations. Yet, it is easy at times to let things spiral out of control in your head when your life isn’t going quite as planned.

Going back to the title of the blog, Writing Through It, this is another one of those situations I am writing through. As much as I love writing about sports and music and other entertaining things, writing about my own struggles and life is most enjoyable to me. Hopefully, it helps others, too.

In times of struggle, it is important to remind yourself of what makes you happy or what it is that relieves stress/gives you a release. For me, writing is one of those things. By writing, I am able to see my words out there on paper or a computer and think through them. I am usually able to come up with some kind of conclusion by the time I am done writing, working through my problems that at times seem insurmountable.

By putting paper to pen or fingers to the keyboard, you can write your worries away. Well, not all of them completely, as I still don’t have a job, but I actually do feel better now than when I began this post. Thinking through the whole situation, I now realize more how silly it was to actually think that the focus, or one of the main talking points, of Thanksgiving would be how I don’t have a job. However, at the time, it seemed like a very real thought.

Perhaps for me, it could be a new tool to write things out beforehand. To write out the thought, think it through, and ask myself if it is really realistic or not. That is something anyone can do and it may not take too much time, depending on the situation.

So, as I sign off for now, I remind myself to just breathe. Things are usually not as bad as they seem. Even if they are, there is always the option of writing through them.

All is Calm at Chandler’s Pond

I walk out of the apartment, take a right, and continue on a little ways. At first, trees are all I see. Suddenly, they clear and a beautiful, vast pond opens up. The trees are beginning to change and are mirrored on the water down below. A steeple from a Boston College building rises above them in the background. A true New England scene. All is still. All is calm.

Tucked into a quiet residential neighborhood in Brighton lies Chandler’s Pond, a man-made hidden gem of Boston. The sign out in front of it alludes to how it is a beautiful sight for those who “discover” it. Even if you walk around the neighborhood, it doesn’t jump out at you. There are no big signs pointing you to it, except for a little explanation of its history right out in front of it. It’s not a huge tourist attraction. I think that is what makes it so serene, almost like a secret place to go.

A small walkway called Gallagher Park lines some of the pond. Unlike the Chestnut Hill Reservoir, Charles River, or Boston Public Garden, you will not run into too many people. Some can be seen here and there walking or running by, but not in huge numbers.

I feel a sense of peace there. No matter what may be going on in my head at the time, I’m able to take a pause. Everything seems to slow down and shut off for the moment or however long I am there. There may be a lot going on underneath, but at the surface, all is quiet except for a few ripples.

Many people say that staying in the moment is the best way to live. That can certainly be challenging at times. At Chandler’s Pond, it doesn’t seem that way. I don’t get any earth shattering revelations there. I don’t ponder the big questions of life. I simply let myself be and enjoy the view. It’s a break from the hustle and bustle of the city. A recess from the traffic of life. I can stay there for two minutes or two hours if I want. There are no rules.

I remember doing a project called “My Walden Pond” in elementary school. It was an assignment where you were supposed to think of a place that brought you peace and comfort the way Walden Pond gave Thoreau peace. I chose my aunt’s beach house in Kittery Point, Maine, a beautiful location I am still fortunate enough to be able to go to from time to time. Chandler’s Pond certainly would have been in the running had I known about it back then.

Sure, it’s fun to go to Red Sox games and concerts and see all that Boston has to offer, but sometimes it’s great to just take it easy and appreciate something that is literally right there in your backyard. When I’m there, I don’t know what may come later in the day or the next day. I do know that at that moment, all is still. All is calm.

Why Your Heart Isn’t Always Right

Oftentimes, you hear the phrase “Follow your heart and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” It’s something that has been embedded into our culture. You see it all over the media. It has become the cliché answer for many famous athletes, musicians, actors, etc. to give when asked about what advice they have to those who want to pursue their dreams. While it may be good advice in certain respects, it can also be dangerous. I believe there is a fine line between doing what you feel is right and listening to others. While my case may be more extreme or unique than some, it is still something to consider. 

In the most recent manic phase I had last year, I would tell you I was doing not just fine, but great, when asked. I had lost a lot of weight, I was feeling optimistic all the time, was on my way to grad school in California. What could possibly be wrong? So, when many family members and friends expressed concern, I was quite honestly baffled. I thought maybe some were just jealous at my amazing transformation. How I went from depressed to on top of the world so quickly. They don’t know every detail, they don’t see everything that is going on, I thought to myself. I became angry when anyone said anything to me that contrasted with my point of view.

In my mind, I was just following my heart. I was doing what I thought was right, and not giving a care what others thought. Where did that get me? Well, as I detailed before, it got me to the point where I was both physically and emotionally spent, exhausted from a lot of trips from here to there, usually not getting great quality sleep along the way.

Finally, I started to realize that maybe others were right. Maybe my “heart” was actually leading me astray. I had fallen into the trap set by the people I looked up to. Anyone who says they “made it” without the help of anyone, without listening to advice from others, is lying. Too often, it seems more dramatic and amazing if a musician, or athlete, or anyone, paints the picture that they made it to where they are by “silencing all the haters” and doing things their way. You see, the idea that your heart will never lead you the wrong way is, quite honestly, not true, especially for people with mental illnesses.

Perhaps I am, as I said, an extreme example of how taking this advice too far can be dangerous. However, I am not here to say that pursuing a passion is always a bad thing. I have a passion for writing, for example, and am following it by writing this blog. The difference between this and the other things I “pursued” is that I am not worrying others by doing it. Rather, I have received a great amount of support and am grateful for that.

Yes, you may have to make sacrifices to do things that you want to do, to make your goals a reality, yet the idea that “people who criticize you just don’t get you” is not really the best advice. If you are leaving friends and family in the dust because you are pursuing your dreams, following your heart to the promised land, maybe it is time to rethink things a little bit. Is it really worth it to turn yourself into an island? It is possible that all these “haters” really do have a point. Most of the time, people who speak out, especially those that know you, are speaking from a place of concern and care, not because they are jealous and are trying to bring you down.

I am all for going after things, for taking risks and shooting for the stars. With my life’s mission unclear at this point, I find myself trying to listen more to others. Trying to take advice from others more seriously. The main point I am trying to make here is that nobody can become anything alone. In my opinion, the notion of individuality, the idea that you need to be unique and make a name for yourself by yourself, is one that has been taken too far.

This brings me to the flip side of the advice of not listening to anyone else. Another cliché is that “nobody can do anything alone.” While this advice can be dangerous as well, as you don’t want to depend too much on others, it is probably closer to the truth than “follow your heart and disregard the opinions of others.”

As I said before in blogs, I did have an attitude that I was taking on the world by myself. Let me tell you, it can be quite exhausting. It drains all your energy to constantly feel like you are defending yourself, trying to explain why you’re right and they’re wrong. It makes it especially difficult if you are doing this with close family and friends.

I was thinking of how I was going to build a life for myself, trying to draw inspiration from musicians, athletes, anyone, who I felt had made a success story by themselves. However, I didn’t really consider that these musicians had teachers growing up, that they had family who believed in them, and ultimately a record label to sign them, fans to support them, and radios to play their songs. Athletes always had coaches and numerous family members/friends to help them along the way.

This last paragraph may seem silly to some. You may have read it and thought “Well, duh, isn’t it obvious that you need support of others to achieve your goals?” Yes, it is obvious to many. However, when you’re caught up in the moment, in the midst of the worst period of a mental illness, things like that aren’t really so obvious. What is obvious to you is your world, your reality. That reality, however, is skewed by your brain chemistry, something you can’t control.

I guess this whole experience has made me more sensitive to others with mental illnesses. I certainly see how you can be caught up in your own world. No matter how much people try to tell you otherwise, you feel you’re right and they’re wrong. When people laugh and call others “crazy”, I think of how they may be suffering from some type of mental illness that they can’t control without the help of professionals or maybe medication. The catch 22 and sad part of all this, and the challenge to getting people to take the medication or see a professional, is that oftentimes people can’t see what may be off, just as I couldn’t when I was caught up.

Now, that last paragraph could become a whole post on its own, but I think it’s time to wrap things up. Like I said in the beginning, my case may not be an ordinary one of how not listening to others can go awry. However, I think it can apply to anyone. It can be little things, like if people are always telling you to try doing a simple little thing differently. Or if your mom is always on you, telling you not to wait until the last minute to do your homework. You see, I think anyone can benefit from trying to listen to the advice of others more, rather than trying to tackle the world head on by themselves. It is possible, maybe even probable, that the world would be a better place that way.

On a side note: This ended up being the longest post I have made so far. Before writing it, I was struggling to even find the words to say anything. I didn’t have some big inspiration I may have had in other posts. So, if you want to do something, sometimes the biggest thing is just taking the first step and then letting the pieces fall as they may.

From Then to Now

Upon waking up, Facebook reminded me of a post I made a year ago. On this date, I announced my decision to leave Holyoke Medical Center after working there for almost two years. This caused me to start thinking about how my life is now compared to what it was then. Back then, my mind jumped rapidly from idea to idea, usually without any real reason. As I had explained in earlier posts, that could be called a manic phase. I was probably around the beginning, or maybe middle of it, but didn’t really know what was going on. I simply felt like I was doing really well considering I had been very depressed for the last few months.

The exact thought process is still somewhat hazy to me, as every decision happened so fast, but I remember at one point switching from planning on moving in with cousins in Springfield to deciding on a whim that I would go to grad school in California. Looking back, it is hard to see the logic in the decision. Possibly, I was thinking it was then or never to make a move for the future. I thought if I didn’t do something drastic right then and there, my life wouldn’t work out. Obviously, I didn’t decide to go to California for grad school. It definitely was the right decision, as I didn’t have the money for housing, nor was it planned out well at all.

A staple of the phase I was in last year was spur of the moment trips that were not planned out well at all. One of them included going to see the singer Melanie Martinez in DC and New York on back to back nights. Travelling by bus, I gave no real thought to the extra costs of food or the toll not having a real comfortable place to sleep would take on my body. Another spur of the moment trip was taken to Toronto to see the Blue Jays play the Orioles for the Wild Card game. Although a fun trip and great game, it was still a rather foolish decision to go there by myself and spend the money I did when you factor in the Air B n B, the food, the bus, and the ticket, among other things like a trip to the Hockey Hall of Fame.

The whole phase culminated in another spur of the moment decision to book a trip to California with no plans of where to stay really. I remember thinking I would visit the grad school, but one night ended up buying several tickets to concerts and a hockey game. I was luckily able to stay with a cousin who was kind enough to take me in, but the visit was cut short, as he could see I was very emotional. I was at a breaking point after all the crazy trips and travel. Again, I had no thought of the cost of getting around to all these concerts and events I had planned. I ended up selling all but one of the tickets. I remember breaking down right before the flight back home, as I had misplaced my wallet the night before in downtown LA. Thankfully, I was able to get it back eventually, as I left it at a convenience store, but again, that goes to show the state of mind I was in.

As the month has now turned to September this year, I am glad to have started a new position recently at a running store doing something I enjoy. After a couple of recent jobs didn’t work out, I am glad to find something more promising. Although still in training, I can see how gratifying it can be to fit someone with the right shoe. You have the opportunity to really help people out and possible change the quality of their life for the better.

I reread the article I shared last year to go with the post about leaving Holyoke Medical Center, which talked about the impact bias. The basic gist of it is that people overestimate their future happiness. Someone may think they will be so much better off when they get a new car, but the excitement soon wears off and they are back to living their normal life.

I fell into this trap somewhat when I started to take medications a little less than a year ago. I thought my life would take off and be perfect very quickly. Although it is definitely better, as I haven’t gone on any impulsive trips in the last year, it isn’t exactly how I imagined. For one, I thought I would have moved out of the house by now, but I am grateful to have a new job opportunity that will allow me to start saving at least some money. The whole point of the article was enjoying the now, the today. That is the real experience of your life, not some far-fetched future vision of what it may be and how happy you may be. As many have heard before, nothing is guaranteed but today. As cheesy as it may sound, it’s true. I shouldn’t be dreaming about how things will be if a certain event takes place. Rather, I should stay in the moment and try to enjoy what I have now.

If I had to describe my life now vs. a year ago, I would say it has seemed to slow down, but in a good way. I am no longer making rapid fire decisions for the most part. I am able to think about the whole picture of a choice and not put myself into those poorly planned situations. Jumping into something without a plan can be exciting and bold, but for the most part, it is more likely than not to lead to negative consequences. I’ve learned that it is OK to not have my whole future planned out, whereas at this time a year ago, I was in quite a rush to make things happen, with or without a solid plan.

At this point, I am trying to go with the flow more and trust things will work out how they are supposed to. I am probably more optimistic than I have been in a while at this moment. Unfortunately, I had a false or artificial sense of optimism this time last year due to my mind playing tricks on me. As tough as it was to finally realize that, I feel I am a better and stronger person now that I have been through it. The roller coaster ride of emotions I was on has now slowed down. As fun as roller coasters can be, I’d have to say I’m quite alright with hopping off the ride for now.

Artist Spotlight: Handsome Ghost

Today, I have implemented a new feature into the blog called “Artist Spotlight”, where I feature a musical artist that catches my eye. The featured artist for this one is Handsome Ghost, an indie/ alternative band with Photo Finish Records. I have had the pleasure of seeing them a few times over the last couple years. The music chronicles some dark times, yet always has a sense of optimism, that there is a light to be seen in all negative experiences.

Handsome Ghost originated as Tim Noyes’ solo project. While he was teaching in New York after college, Noyes (who provides the lead vocals and guitar for the band) would work on songs and do open mics in his free time. Eventually, he decided to take music on as a full-time gig, beginning to collaborate with Eddie Byun, who does some producing as well as keyboard and vocals. Both from Boston, they became friends and released their first EP, Steps, in 2015. The band has evolved since then, with Caitlin Marie Bell (keyboard and vocals) also touring with them now.

Listening to the band gives me a certain nostalgic feeling, as I look back fondly on the first time I saw them. In September of 2015, they opened for Melanie Martinez at the College Street Music Hall in New Haven, CT. It was a special night already, as I was filled with anticipation to see Melanie, who is one of my favorite artists. I remember being drawn in right away by the keypad effect that created a loud bass sound during the opening to “Steps”, one of my favorite songs by them. I was a big fan of the soothing, mellow feel I got while watching the performance.

What strikes me the most about Handsome Ghost’s music is the vivid imagery it produces. One lyric in particular off their Steps EP in the song “Steps” I am particularly fond of is “If oceans are deep enough to drown in/ And lightning may shoot me down.” Those lines bring to my mind the vastness of the world, in the sense that it is amazing how dangerous yet beautiful it can be. Another song I love is “Promises” off their most recent EP, The Brilliant Glow, which was released last year. A line that catches my ear is when Noyes sings about shouting from the Northern Lights how he will keep his promises to be a better man. Although an exaggeration, it nonetheless conjures up a powerful image of Noyes shouting from the top of the world, and is a way to express just how far he will go.

In September of 2016, I again saw Handsome Ghost open for Melanie Martinez, this time in New York. After the show, I met Tim and Eddie when I bought  The Brilliant Glow. We made a connection as they saw my Red Sox debit card, telling me they were Boston guys. They expressed their gratitude for me buying the EP and coming to the show.

Handsome Ghost has had a couple of headlining tours of their own, the most recent coming this past spring with Frances Cone, another great band, opening for them. In early May, I went to the Brighton Music Hall to see them. The show had a very positive and optimistic feel, with the band playing favorites of old as well as their most recent releases. In a highlight of the show, Noyes took it back to his roots, stripping it down to just guitar and treating the audience to one of the first songs he wrote. Again, I chatted with Tim and Eddie a bit after the show. Both of them seem to genuinely appreciate their fans who support their music. They remain humble throughout the process, even as they continue to grow. I heard from Noyes they plan to release their debut album sometime in the fall.

Not only will they be releasing the album in the fall, but they will be performing on the “Emerging Artist” stage at the Billboard Hot 100 Festival this August, a great honor. They recently performed at the Firefly Music Festival. I for one am very happy to see them getting well deserved recognition, and am sure they will continue to have success.

Solace in Silence

Off went the remote

Yet on flipped my mind

There is solace in silence

Soon I would find

With music or the television always playing

It is hard to hear what the house is saying

The history of it playing before me

It was hard to conceive it could tell such a story

Gatherings of friends and family were brought to light

Parties of days passed created an aroma of delight

I envisioned all the homework hours logged by my brother and I

And in the kitchen baking Irish Soda Bread, my mom I could spy

So many images racing, it was hard to comprehend

If a haunting or joyous one lay around the bend next

Yet for some odd reason, I felt not perplexed

In the recliner, a sense of calmness enveloped my being

The house telling me to pay attention to what I was seeing

For haunting or joyous or monotonous you see,

To this great house belongs each memory

Sitting in silence is a tall task for a mind like mine

One where some thoughts are far from divine

But a challenge like that is one to be taken

There was solace indeed!

I couldn’t be mistaken

So for the meek, the indifferent, and even the bold

Sitting in silence can reveal what you’re meant to be told

Writing Through It

It is often said people are blessed with certain gifts which help guide them in life. The “Gift of Gab”, as some call it, is one I never quite received. I have been told numerous times that my online presence or presence through texting and my presence in person are two different animals. I would have to agree. For some reason, I have never quite been able to express myself as well through talking as I can through writing. Writing to me has always come easier, been a more natural and flowing way for me to communicate.

That brings me to the title of my blog, Writing Through It. I suppose a lot of blogs would explain the purpose or title in the first post. For me, the story about my mom was, as I explained, one that just came to me that day. So, I kind of went with that for the first post. Writing Through It came to me when I was fumbling with ideas for the blog title. I couldn’t really come up with anything right away, but I then thought of the title when thinking about how writing is a great tool for dealing with problems.

Just today, I was struggling with thinking about my life in general and where it should go. I oftentimes do this and most of the time, it doesn’t really go anywhere, with me just circling in my head. When I started writing about it, I got a result that was a little bit different. Instead of just thinking about things, I began to see certain worries, problems, frustrations, and how I perceive myself on the page. This gave a new light to it, almost as if I was getting a different perspective but from myself. Now, at the end of this writing exercise, I didn’t come up with some earth shattering conclusion that will instantly fix everything. Nonetheless, I was able to come up with a different way of looking at things that I think will help me moving forward.

So, if anyone is struggling with a certain issue, I would encourage them to try to write their way through it. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. Today, I wrote in a sort of blog style that I am doing now. Poetry is another useful tool to try, which I also am fond of. A lot of the time, you can end up surprising yourself with writing. More often than not, whether I am writing a poem or just a general freestyle kind of piece, it takes a twist or turn somewhere along the line. I am not quite sure why, but usually I kind of have a shift in thinking somewhere around the middle and am able to go in a different and exciting direction that makes the writing piece better. I guess in some ways, that is what I hope to do with this blog. To write about certain issues I am struggling with, or broader issues that are relevant to anyone. Hopefully, I will be able to continue to find new and interesting ways of thinking about topics I write about, which will help not only me, but others as well.