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If theres anything I’ve learned from my absence, its that you truly can’t run from fate. (see what I did there? ๐Ÿ˜‰ It’s been too long, and I apologize! I look back on my writing and think, “Wow, did I really write that?” It’s just so foreign sounding compared to the image that’s been put in my head of myself and my abilities. I struggle with self worth, you see. I shrink myself down for others, give them the abridged version. I seek for myself in so many other people, when the answer is the person who I’ve been hiding.

That person deserves to be set free. And they deserve a hell of a lot more than what I’ve been giving them. I’ve done this faking, this mirroring -this circle- for so long, that I’ve had to rediscover myself. What I love, what I hate, the music I like and the outfits I wear. Belief systems, the words used to talk, pursuits and hobbies…all of it is thrown into review. I realize all of my magic has been pushed out to make way for darkness and negative thought patterns, old dirty lies that have spread generations deep.

I’ve always had to shrink myself for others. When you get punished for your true identity it becomes a coping mechanism. But oh, how lovely to end lifetimes of suffering. Children yet to exist will never experience this. That in itself is worthy of change. I deserve more. I am more. And if you have to dull your shine, you deserve more too. Rediscovery. Out with it. Show us your true colors. Stop hiding your divinity. We believe in you.

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Unorthodox start

“Outside The Wall”

All alone or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall

Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists make their stand

And when they’ve given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it’s not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger’s wall

Pink Floyd – Outside The Wall: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4ZlWEQ17ns

Its been a really weird week so far! I keep swinging on a pendulum, halfway between “LIFE IS AMAZING AND I CAN LIVE MY DREAMS” and “LIFE IS SCARY AND I WANT TO SINK INTO THE FOREST FLOOR!” Which is funny, and also kind of frustrating. It really makes me feel lucky for all of the opportunities I have been given, and the patience and productivity of the universe even though I have been a tad lazy lately. Anywho, todays post is going to be a little excerpt from my brain, but mostly talking about how hard it is to start something you’ve never really done before, and finding the courage to keep going regardless.

I get discouraged easily. Sometimes I get my feelings hurt when things go wrong, and then it makes me angry and frustrated, and thats when the negative voice in my head cues in and takes advantage of the situation. And thats when I start turning into….EVIL Trey. All the negative things that have happened to me swirl into my head, chanting my unworthiness and clouding my vision with fragments from the past. Its like a hang nail. You know you shouldnt mess with it, but if you don’t address it its just…THERE. ALWAYS! Painful and messy and irritating! Its so…exhausting. Like a scar that wont heal.

It makes me grateful for things like wordpress and youtube, because I can come on here and realize that I am not the only person on earth who feels how I feel. Sometimes I forget about the power of community. I havent thought a lot about the loneliness I deal with. I never like to talk about it much either, because of the stigma around being alone or lonely. And stigma can be dangerous because it exacerbates the problem and makes folks scared to talk about an important issue. That ends up not helping anyone! I don’t want to sound preachy, but if we ended the stigma behind issues like mental health and mental illness symptoms then people would be getting the help they needed without all the hassle!

Its real frustrating to see yourself struggle, to isolate yourself because of the fear of judgement. Its something I have a big problem with. I think it stems from being bullied as a kid, but we all get picked on when were young. I think it also has to do with trust. Trust in myself, trust in the universe, and trust in others. I certainly know that I trust the universe, or else I wouldnt be doing this, haha! I was so afraid to even just start this blog. Even writing this post has taken me a few days, just so I could get the ideas to flow the way I wanted. Isolation is a painful experience, and it only makes things like depression and anxiety worse, like a double edged sword, or a really pointy tooth-pick. I want to open a conversation about isolation, about being alone, or not having many friends so that I can show others that they arent alone. We should start to normalize loneliness, and normalize folks who have issues socializing or making friends, because that shit is hard.

Isolation also makes it easy to be taken advantage of. People know you’re lonely, or lack a support group, and it makes it easier for them to strike. Like energy suckers or narcissist. They sense that pang of emptiness within you, and take hold of it, like a noose around your neck. Its easier to get something from someone, or convince them of something you want when they have no one else to steer them in the right direction. It really bugs me. I know thats kind of stupid to say, “people are bad and it bugs me” but it DOES. Taking advantage of someones suffering is just not cool my man. I often find when I’m in a poor mood, or I’m noticably down, is when people strike, trying to convince me I’m less than, or I can’t do this or that, or even what to do and what not to do. Even when I’m at my best, theres still that voice or that persona whispering between my ears at how hard I’ll fall if I make a simple mistake. When you have no support system, everything seems like the truth. Even painful rumors and lies.

It makes you want to keep stacking bricks, keep building up that wall that you surround yourself with to protect from intruders. The wall may keep out others, but it also isolates you. Do I accept the pain of loving someone, or accept the pain of being alone? I would always pick love. Except I’m having some difficulties doing that. It’s so hard to trust, to speak truth, to be yourself, when with others you’ve done that exact thing, and its only ended in heartbreak. Its like unlearning years of self taught hate and avoidance, slowly chipping away at the brick that hides the outside world from your vision. Being in the moment enough to know that the wall is a lie and that you are capable of so much more than you could possibly imagine. Reminding yourself that the pain is just an illusion, and that the world needs your light, just as much as anyone else. Hinting at your potential. Whispering “It’s here, it’s here…”

Daily progress?

Its hard to become who you’re meant to be. It’s even harder to know what that journey holds in store for you…and more difficult when that journey comes knocking on your door like a debt collector hungry for the truth. It’s comforting to know you can’t escape, yet it also makes things seem big and hard to understand. If the answer lays in front of me, why is it so hard to see? The question is an answer, and the answer is a question.ย 

I see through so many things, but things that don’t belong to me…things that aren’t meant to be revealed to those learning them. Does the same go for me? My problems seem so obvious to others, yet the sun burns away any chance for me to grasp whats right there. The touch of the sun singes my fingertips, but underneath the burnt shell is the glowing underneath, the truth I’ve been to afraid to accept for awhile now. I think I’ve always known the answer, I’ve just been too stubborn to accept it. Sometimes things are meant to be hidden, atleast until the key comes in the form of your own shadow.Whispers of the night and a golden dawn,arising tide of a new era promises greatness.

So do I stand like a soldier and bow to the sun, honoring whats always been mine? Or do I turn away from the blinding bright and keep my head down in the pig-pen? The answer is so, so obvious. Is fear really powerful enough to keep me from what I was born to do? Who I agreed to become? What I hear on the other side? I can’t keep carrying my corpse around with me- a dead body will only weigh you down, afterall! A corpse that shouldve been buried back in 2014, an emotion that caused tears to flow from a sealed casket. It doesnt matter anymore. Caskets are for the dead, not the living.

Letting go of that alter ego. Letting my shadow self dissipate in the cold morning air, when the magic of night is still slinking into the shadows of what remains of the night, when mystical objects can be seen behind puffy clouds- answers of a future threatened by the pain of the past, and the longing of a distant timeline. Breaking barriers like the berenstain bears conspiracy breaking the continuity of an age long past. How can 10 years feel like one?

Fast footsteps lead me, frantically into a crowded dusty room. Items pepper the dirty shelves, rarely touched in millenia. The grime is so thick its hard to make out whats actually in the room, but some of the items seem familiar. Knick knacks from my childhood home, pictures from when I was a toddler, a baby blanket in raggedy shape. I feel a draw to these items, a connection that I can’t explain. Something so…primal. Like a hamster running into his burrow for protection. A hamster with a hoarding problem. Why is comfort so…comfortable? What do these items do except hold me into the past? I tire of the same.

Raining from the sky is ash. I look up, and now the suns coming up. Cedar trees reach up, as if celebrating my success. I fall down into my body, and open my eyes wide. Breathing is hard to do in this new shape, the form is unfamiliar. Who am I really? What was I trying to prove as this fragmented, empty self? Something is itching. And buzzing. And…melting? My eyes search for an answer, but the answer I want to see isnt the one that belongs to me. Light shines under my feet. The ceiling is crumbling and the fire is catching up to me. The surface isnt what is needed, its whats hidden. Underneath this fake persona is the truth. The truth is I want to be seen, to be needed. I want to be apart of whats bigger than me. No wonder vampires are so lonely. Although I can’t float, so thats not entirely fair. Atleast not yet…

Slip away from what you think you know and return to what you left behind, because of what you passed is what you failed and what you failed is what you must regret to love. Anger is sorrow and sorrow is important. Love is nothing to regret, and pain is nothing to shy from. Pain is growth and growth is vital. You didn’t come this far to just turn back, to shy away from your destiny. Destiny is what makes us who we are! Fear has no place in God. There is a place for me and a place for you, so please take my hand and we can make it over this hurdle. It’s time to be you. The pain is the illusion.

A bit of a rambly post, but thought I’d add these more artsy fartsy posts in between the more helpful ones. I felt a bit inspired as well. I like to give yall some tasty variety. Enjoy! If you want more post like this, then you are in luck! I’ll categorize these under “magic rambles”.

Music digested during this writing process:ย Temples- Full album (youtube)

Anotherย delicious post:ย No Turning Back ๐ŸŒŒ

Really cute puppy:ย adorable puppy