My Anger

I’ve been battling with depression since I was a teenager. and it hasn’t gone away, even well into my 30s. I would drink heavily to try to subdue it, but it is only temporary and seems to make things worse. I usually ruminate over the same angry thoughts day and night. I’ve tried working out, but it is also another temporary fix (albeit more healthy than drinking). So i decided to write this post as a way to clear my head. I also feel this will be helpful to anyone out there who is going through what I’m going through.

Being a man in this city comes with an almost certain level of anger. You are not as cared about anymore, you are expected to be strong, and your problems are not taken as seriously. I see it on the streets, men who are on the corner drinking or doing whatever drugs. Doubting what the right decisions are to make. I’m starting to believe you, as a man, need to look out for yourself first. Making sure your finances, your health, and peace of mind are put before everything else.

As I get older, dating seems like a waste of time. Women look to take but give very little in return, leaving you bitter. Society will quickly imprison you, but slowly help when needed. I have contemplated suicide, but I don’t have the will to do it. I guess I gotta stay strong and roll with the punches because, seriously, this modern age isn’t making it easy.

I lift weights because even though I’m not mentally strong, maybe at least I can be physically strong. Life becomes a metaphor for prison, working out and reading books, because they can do everything materially from but a least you’ll have your mind and body.

My Drinking problem and it effects

For many years now, I have been a hardcore drinker. I started drinking pretty heavily in my early twenties(currently I’m 36). At first, I started drinking as a new experience. I felt as though I had led a fairly uneventful adolescence, so I tried to make up for it when I got to college. One way to achieve this goal was by going to parties and engaging in whatever mind-bending substance was offered to me(and there were a few), but what stuck with me the most was alcohol. I felt really free when I got drunk; no matter how embarrassing the situation was, I didn’t care when I was drunk. I spoke my mind regardless of how it might make other people feel. I am a firm believer that if you want to really get to know a person, do some type of drug with them. It doesn’t necessarily have to be alcohol( weed can also get someone’s true character out). In fact, I once read that in South Korea, whenever a business deal is about to be made, it’s usually over drinks to really get a chance to know the person you’re going to work with. I honestly had some of the most intimate conversations with people I had just met, because we’re both under the influence.

At first, I was only drinking socially and having a great time doing it. But eventually I began to drink alone. You see, I’ve always suffered from occasional depression(or at least since I was in high school), but I found other avenues to deal with it, especially sports. But after my foray into drinking, I began substituting that as a way of coping.

Drinking heavily as I do has cost me many things over the years: Jobs, my health, my finances, and relationships. Every time it has, I’ve set a purpose to be quiet. I’ve tried using dating sites as motivation to get out and meet people as a distraction, but funny enough, I would start drinking again and find a way to mess up any potential relationship. I started doing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, it worked well in the beginning, but soon I found myself relapsing and not even going anymore. I would have people in my life try to intervene, family, friends, and even coworkers. I would listen and appreciate it and genuinely attempt to stop, not for my sake, but for the people around me. I’ve done counseling, and it helps a bit; mostly, it was just having someone keep me accountable. Almost like a life coach telling me what I should be doing and making sure I’m not drinking.

My problem is that every time I try to be quiet, I do well in the beginning. I’ll go a month without drinking, and then that day will come when I’m just bored at home and I decide to make that ten-minute walk to the liquor store, and get me a bottle of whiskey and start all over again.

Recently, I got arrested after attacking various family members in my household. I was held for three days, released, but not allowed to go to my childhood home. I was essentially homeless. The thing that was a saving grace was that I had my wallet with my ID and credit cards, so I was able to stay at a hotel for a few nights. But being at a hotel was unsustainable, especially since I didn’t have a job. I didn’t have my cellphone, so I couldn’t get in contact with anyone. I was for the first time truly by myself. I thought of this, maybe as an opportunity to become truly self-reliant. I had an order of protection issued by the D.A. against my whole family, so I couldn’t go home to even get my stuff. I had to get a new cell just to be able to contact some friends to see if I can crash on their couch. After visiting a men’s shelter and looking inside. I told I would rather max all my credit cards staying at a hotel than being there.

Luckily, I got in contact with an old friend who’s letting me sleep in their cellar. I was able to speak with my family, who said they forgave me and that I should come home after the order of protection was up. I’m currently boxing, reading, eating better, and staying fit. My only goal as of right now is going back home, getting a job, and doing my best to stay sober.

Embracing Aging: A Journey Through Life’s Disappointments

Getting older can be seen as a dreadful experience. When we are young, we feel as if things will get better as time passes, but then comes the truth for most of us around our mid-twenties that this is not the case. Things only get worse, your body slowly deteriorates, and you notice you are not quite as energetic as you once were. I can remember getting up in the morning and going to the park, and playing basketball for the entire day. Now, such a thought I find to be dreadful. I’m about to turn 28. Now, to most that would seem to be a still relatively young age, but to me, it’s the beginning of the spiral. The source of the optimism that I once had has begun to fade. When I was younger, I felt as if I had a plethora of opportunities in front of me to pursue, but not anymore. Can I become a doctor, probably, if I wanted to start working at 40? Can I become a professional athlete now that the ship has sailed after high school? Am I going to still be able to talk to young girls(young as in between 18 & 24) and they still find me attractive, or am I going to be that old guy pushing too hard?

Now comes the question of whether or not I accomplish anything worthwhile. Or have I just wasted my youth? Can I look back as I get older and say I lived a fulfilling life? I guess the answer to that question is both comparative and subjective. On one hand, am I comparing my life to other people around or people I see in the media? Secondly, am I comparing my life to an unrealistic, idealistic way in which my life should have turned out? The true answer is I don’t fully know, but I do feel at times I missed out on opportunities when I was young that I’ll never be able to get a chance at as I get older. I suppose the best thing for me to do is accept the fact that I am getting older, that one day I will die, this is just the process of life, how life has carried on on this earth since microbes first populated the earth.

Life is just a process that goes on. People overcome their childhood to reach adulthood, get married, have kids, and then they die, leaving their children to continue on to the same processes. Many people cope with this by using religion as a comfort, which is OK, I guess, but what about us who don’t have a god? Is there some alternative for us, some sort of spirituality that can help us as a leading light in this darkness we call life? Maybe we should just accept a materialistic world that has no real purpose.

To be human is something, I guess you just have to overcome, as spoken by Zarathustra. We all cling on to things to help us forget about life, whether it’s movies, watching our favorite television show, following our favorite sport team, reading a thrilling novel, are engaging in an addictive video game, these are all just distraction to the inevitable that someday we are all going to die, and the earth will continue to orbit the sun. just as some person who lived in China during the 12th century in a small village, had a family, was happy, suffered, and died. Yet I know nothing of this person, but I’m sure he existed just as trillions of other organisms existed on this planet.

But I guess this all doesn’t have to be negative. I recently came across the philosophy of optimistic nihilism, that the mere knowledge of the pointlessness of life can be our refuge. Why does it matter that your boss berated you for doing a bad job? What does matter is that you lost that pick-up game of basketball. What does matter is that you and your spouse of ten years are getting a divorce. Because to the eyes of the universe, none of it matters.

But I suppose these are just fleeting thoughts that some will embrace, some will reject, and some will be indifferent to.