mindfulness

I’d like to start out my blog today by sharing a piece by R.M. Drake:

“One day you’ll make peace with your demons, and the chaos in your heart will settle flat, and maybe for the first time in your life, life will smile right back at you, and welcome you home.”

I’ve been on here many times throwing so much of my life out there, that I’m sure at times people wonder “will he ever get better?” There have been many blogs that have covered darkness and despair. They were necessary. I had to put things in writing in order to face all of it and understand what part I played in all of it. I had to read through my own work and make a decision on whether I wanted to remain in my secluded world, or break free and experience life on different terms. Yes, there are many bad things that I’ve done and that have happened to me. Yes, I’m damaged inside and outside from all of it. Yes, I’m broken, but I’ve never given up on the hope that I could be better. Even when life was at it’s toughest, I looked for a way forward. That glimmer of light that I could follow and use to find my way to the surface.

Earlier in life I was closed off from my entire family. I’d found a way to seal off everything. This was done for the protection of both them and myself. I had to learn to have no feelings, or at least make it look on the surface as if I had none. Feelings were a way for the “others” to find their way in and bring harm to you. If I were to have told anyone in my family all of the things that were going on, they would surely have been harmed. I’m certain that I would have met with my own demise as well. While all of this was going on and I was locked away from everything, I was still seeking that light. Music became my escape from pain. At times when I felt like I was going to explode internally, I turned to music to find a way through. So many times I was able to push through the pain and continue to survive.

If you spend any time around me now, you’ll probably hear some kind of music playing in the background. I have it on now while I’m doing this blog, and I have it on while I’ve been writing my book. You can hear music while I do housework, clean cars or any of the many activities that I perform throughout the day. Music keeps me going. Some of it just has to do with the way it sounds. Then there are the songs that you swear the artist knew exactly what you were feeling when they wrote the song. You associate with the song and it somehow becomes a part of you. I’ve used music to survive and continue to use it in my healing process. It’s safe to say that it’s a necessity in my life.

There is an actual name for when you get chills, or goosebumps from listening to music. It’s known as frisson. Here is some interesting information about the music and brain connection from Science Times.

“What happens to your brain when you get chills:

The study suggests that the denser fiber in the brain means that the auditory and emotion-processing areas of the brain of those who get chills are better able to communicate with each other, thus the stronger reaction they have to what is called musical stimuli. Sachs also concluded in his study that those who get the chills have a higher tendency to experience more intense emotions than those people who do not feel anything while listening to music.”

This helps me to understand myself a little better. I’ve always felt that my brain was hyperactive anyway, and to find that an actual brain/music connection has been proven scientifically is a game changer. The intensity that I could have with my emotions was at times scary for me to process. I also learned later that I have the tendency to react to stressful events in a trauma-driven way. Life or death, black or white.

Learning more and more things about myself and the reasons that I’ve acted the way I have for so many years is helpful. In prior self evaluations I had just thought of myself as “crazy.” Now I understand that I am damaged yes, but not crazy. There’s science behind much of what I feel and how I react. Knowing this makes life going forward look much clearer. I’ve always said that what I seek is truth, clarity, and peace in my life. The idea of being able to just relax and let life come at me slowly makes my eyes fill with tears of joy. The trail seems brighter and peace seems obtainable. As stated in the writing that I opened with, “One day you’ll make peace with your demons, and the chaos in your heart will settle flat, and maybe for the first time in your life, life will smile right back at you, and welcome you home.” I look forward to life smiling back at me. It’s something that I’ve always searched for. When that time arrives, I’ll know that I’ve truly arrived home.

Thank you for following along on my journey.

~Robert~

Who is it that you feed? There’s a story told among Native Americans that an elder is explaining to his Grandson that within each of us is a constant battle between two wolves. One representing negative emotions like anger, greed, and envy. The other representing positive emotions like love, peace, and kindness. The elder explains that we ourselves must decide which one of these wolves we’re going to feed. Do we go down the road of negative, or do we choose peace? Who would you feed?

I have this very tattoo on my leg with the two wolves, and above it says, “The one I feed.” I truly understand this and it’s a struggle within myself to walk the straight and narrow. To choose to feed the wolf of kindness may sound like a given choice, or easy to do, it’s not. When faced with different events through life, I’ve felt more secure and able to survive feeding the wolf of anger and greed. It’s comfortable to do so and served me in times of despair. When you feel that this wolf is strong and can protect you, you become kind of trapped. That if you don’t feed it, your power will fall away and you’ll be left vulnerable. In times of hopelessness, I struggle even more to lean towards the light. While I want to, and even need to, it’s a struggle. The other wolf is very strong and offers so much.

When I’d first learned about this story from my counselor, it was like a light went on. Yes! I so understand this! In my world, while the name Zombie came about in a cute and simple way, it’s as though it took on a persona of its own within me. It was easier to step aside and allow Zombie to take control of things. To do anything without feeling, to walk with a sense of power and control, it felt right. Robert is the more compassionate side, the wolf of positive emotions, love, peace and kindness. While this too can serve me well, my “training” looks at these things as weakness. You could even take a moment and think of a devil and an angel sitting on your shoulders trying to advise you of how to move forward. It’s much the same.

Events in the world, or even locally can trigger the struggle to rage. I feel that I’m progressing and starting to walk in the light, then something happens and I fall again. Perhaps tripped by Zombie. He wants to take over control and make things “easier.” Handle business without fear, without hesitation, without feelings. If you feel nothing, you can’t be hurt. That’s what I’m dealing with. No one wants to suffer in any fashion. The idea of being harmed physically is not something that most would want to bring upon themselves, nor would they want to hurt mentally. Yet, here we are.

There is so much wrong in the world today. There is so much celebration of pain and deceit. I wrestle with “how did we get here” all of the time. I feel as though we’ve failed as a society. We don’t want to praise the superhero anymore. We don’t want to wait for Superman or shine the Bat light for Batman to arrive. We’d rather enjoy the Joker burning the world down for the sake of watching it burn…nothing more. I know that if someone like me that’s walked on the darker side of life feels this, others must feel it as well. I also think that some just feel that life is just too hard. Why not let the darker wolf, or Zombie run freely and unchecked? Let me tell you that you don’t want that. You need to do the hard work, do the uncomfortable things. Being complicit in horrific events can’t become the norm. There must be a stopping point, or a moment of clarity.

Again, I share these things because I know that we’re all capable of doing, or being bad. We’re wired for it. Like it or not, there’s a killer in all of us. We’re just lucky that there’s also a switch of sorts that reminds us of what is right. Zombie is still lurking and waiting, like alcohol to an alcoholic, it’s ever patient. Zombie knows when I’m at my most vulnerable and is ready to “help.” The darker wolf wants to be fed, needs to be fed. Which wolf will I feed?

I seek answers among all humans. I seek kindness, hope, and love to remain Robert. I seek the food that the lighter wolf needs to remain whole. I lean towards those that have offered me food in the past. Those that believe in the lighter side, that believe in Robert. The humans that feel that Zombie should be part of my past, and never set free to roam again. I fear that if Zombie steps in, I could be lost. There’s sadness in that and right now I’m still fighting to stay whole. I’m still going to my counselor seeking food for the lighter wolf…so there’s still hope. While I’m struggling now, I’ll keep fighting. I have those that rely on me to be Robert, to remain hopeful and feed the lighter wolf of peace, love and kindness.

If you’re now wondering who wins in the story of the two wolves fighting. the answer the elder Cherokee replied with was “The one you feed.”

Thank you as always for taking the time to read my writings.

~Zombie/Robert~

The zombie file

Life seen through the eyes of Zombie

Understanding Emotional Healing: The Science of Music

Choosing Between Two Wolves: The Battle Within