**Making an edit: In case the people I want to read this actually do, I want them to, at the very least, read what was meant for them. So I paste this here at the beginning in case they choose not to read
So, if I ever write a book about my life, my book will be dedicated to Isaac Koren, Thorald Koren, and Misha Collins for helping me find life outside the cage and for helping me find my heart and my passion and my voice. **
I have been working on trying to stabilize a roller coaster of emotions for months now and people around me keep suggesting there’s something wrong, maybe I need medicine. That is not the solution to my problem and no one understands quite what I’m going through so let me try to explain just a little.
I’ll give you a little bit of back story before I step onto my soap box and I will. Fair warning, if you don’t want a passionate speech, close this out now because I’m about to get into it.
So, I’m sure there is a medical term for what I’ve been plagued with all my life. I’m sure there’s a neat little box that society would like to put me in but I’ll tell you what I really think. Not really sure if I care if I’m wrong. I’m empathic. I’m “overly sensitive” and I always have been. I’m one of those super sensitive people that masks it with sometimes bitchy behavior or I try to push people away in one form or another. I also have what I consider a self defense mechanism that shields me from emotions because it becomes too much for me too quickly. I have always likened this to “living behind glass” where I can see and hear everything but I can’t really feel it. I don’t REALLY know what it is to be completely loved by any human being and that includes my parents. That’s somewhat sad but it’s all I’ve ever known so, for me, it’s “normal”.
Anyway, I’ve been through a fuckton of crap in the last four or five years of my life. The last year was a shit show the likes I don’t know if I can ever survive again and let’s just pray to the gods that be that I don’t have to because… I don’t know if I can do this again. As always, I do, honestly, try to find a lesson in crap that I go through. I’ve been through a lot of lessons but I’ve also been given some miraculous gifts that I don’t think I can properly explain.
I’ve posted previously about the “darkness” I went through. It was bad. Anyway, moving on. It was bad, the worst. Music is kind of like a lifeline for me. Always has been. Always will be. When there is no one around, which is quite often the case during dark periods, music is that voice in the dark that sees me through. Lucky for me, I have a thing inside me that makes sure I’m listening to only those things that can help pull me out of the darkness, out of the hole I’ve let myself fall into.
Lucky for me, there are bands like The Kin.
When I took the table that my life was on and flipped it the fuck over, scattering pieces to hell and gone in a last ditch effort to save my life, I had some gifts that landed in my lap. The first of which was the first opportunity to hear the Koren Brothers of The Kin play at a benefit concert. I’d been waiting 3 years to hear them play again. I’d seen them open for P!nk and that was great but after playing everything I could find by them, I wanted to hear them live again. I had thought I never would. I had thought that was a lost cause as they were an east coast band and I wasn’t on that side of the United States. Anyway, with little to no money and I mean that in a literal sense, I bought a ticket to hear them play even though it was 3 ½ hours away. It actually took 7 to get there because of traffic but whatever.
Anyway, I had the opportunity to meet them. I’d interacted twice on Facebook. Nothing extensive, nothing of any true importance. I got to meet them, though, and.. I don’t even know if I have words. I won’t ever be able to explain what they meant to me up to that point or how much more they mean to me, now. To stand with these men who exude an energy the likes I have never experienced or felt, was transformative. Even though I was and am a complete stranger, they made me feel so completely loved and valued in a way I’d never known. Ever. That one experience with each of them broke me. Needless to say, they were a catalyst for me, a tool the Universe used to break the glass I lived behind and I will never be the same. I will never be able to live behind that glass again. I will never be able to hide behind a wall of apathy again.
Dealing with the roller coaster of suddenly being able to “feel” things has been a challenge I’m not accustomed to. I cry more, now. I am MUCH more passionate in what feelings I do have. Mercurial. That’s a good word for me, right now. I feel as if the brothers flipped a switch in me and I am eternally grateful they allowed the Universe to use them in that way. And I am eternally grateful it was them and they were there.
Soon after, I got turned on to an actor named Misha Collins. I, often, can not tell you what it is about someone that catches my attention. I am not known for being drawn to people for their looks and I’ve had some interesting conversations about reasons for attraction to people but that’s another blog. Point being, I have no idea what it was that drew me to him but I was and, as per my usual pattern of behavior, I did my research. What else had he done? Was he really a good actor or was this one show a fluke for him? Etc. I have liked everything I’ve seen him in save one thing and it’s just so terribly awkward that I can’t watch it.
Anyway, anyone who knows of Misha knows what he stands for, what he believes in, what he’s passionate about because he is very vocal and very open about all of that. I am attracted to passionate people who are good and kind and Misha is all of that in spades. He’s very vocal about his political beliefs and if I had not had the experiences that I had with the Koren brothers, I would have blown him off as being a hot head or someone who was just trying to make waves. I would have made up false reasons for why he was doing what he was doing. And I would have been dead wrong.
While I have always wanted to help people, make a difference, change the world, that was all just too big for me and when I feel like things are too big, I tend to shut down. Shut down I did and I thought it was permanent. After all, I was raised with “live by the golden rule”, “don’t speak unless spoken to”, “don’t rock the boat”, and just this general understanding that because I don’t see the world as everyone else does, I am wrong. Whatever it is I think, it’s wrong. I have played that role. I have learned to play that part well enough that no one looks below the surface of that porcelain shell.
The anger builds, though, and builds to a deafening roar. I have lived my life as a split personality. What you see and who I am are not the same. The porcelain has been cracking for years but I’ve been patching it for years. I can’t patch this anymore. I can not lie anymore. I can not be quiet. I can not pretend that I am not screaming inside. I can not act like I don’t cry at the cruelty of this world. I can not stand by and let this world decay because of abject apathy from people too god damned concerned about their own selfish desires to realize there are people beside them bleeding out rivers of pain and need.
I CAN NOT BE YOUR QUIET LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE!
If you ask me to be quiet or to turn away from what I feel I need to do or say, be warned that we will at the very least have words but we may very well part ways. I am done doing as I’m told to do when it contradicts every fiber of my being. I am done being the good little soldier who trots along and follows orders from the higher ranking officers. I am committing mutiny because this fucking army is broken and it’s wrong and I will take as many people with me as I can. Wake up. Look around you and see what is happening.
I am going rogue and I don’t care who I offend anymore. I don’t care who I piss off.
My mother always told me to pick my battles. My entire life I heard that. You know what?
I PICK THIS GOD DAMNED WAR!
I have dealt with a lot of self disgust and self loathing. It has manifested in some truly ugly ways but I’ve just recently come to realize that I feel that way because I am not being true to myself. I am not living my life as I feel it is meant to be lived. I am not like my family. I am not like them and that’s okay because I was meant to be more. I was meant to make a difference. I was meant to be alive in this time and place because I have SHIT TO DO. I have things I was meant to be that I have not allowed myself to explore because I was still stuck in the ideas from my childhood. I feel like I am breaking out of a cage made of steel and it bends and starts to crack from my efforts of pushing and punching. It hurts breaking out of this cage, knowing that I’ve lived my life in here, thinking I was free, thinking this was how it was supposed to be and this was all there was.
So, yeah, I’m vocal, now. I will not be quiet when I think something is wrong. I will march for the causes I feel are right. I will not sit down when I feel there is something I can do to make a difference. But don’t mistake my passion for anger or hate. I fight with love and light and kindness. But I will protect my people and anyone I feel is being attacked, make no mistake. I am a fierce warrior and I will fight.
There is a wide world full of love and light and meaning and purpose out there that I always dreamed of but I was led to believe that wasn’t for me. It was never going to be for the likes of me. They were wrong. All the lies I was told, all the lies I believed were all wrong.
Anyone who used to know me thinks I’ve lost my mind and anyone who is getting to know me now is a little intimidated, I think, by the strength of this passion I have right now. You must understand that the passion is born of years being locked in a cage, unable to express what I really felt in my heart, unable to be who I always felt I was supposed to be.
So, if I ever write a book about my life, my book will be dedicated to Isaac Koren, Thorald Koren, and Misha Collins for helping me find life outside the cage and for helping me find my heart and my passion and my voice.
And I have vowed to be there for anyone and everyone I can. If you need me, please let me know. I have come to understand that even if all I can do is hold your hand in the darkness, that can mean the difference between life or death for some people so I will do that for you, if that is what you need.
I love you. Please know that you are so loved, so needed, so wanted, so valued in this world. Even if my country says you don’t belong here, please know that we, the people, for the most part, do not agree.
Everyone is welcome here.
Everyone is wanted.
Everyone is loved.