All By Myself

These past two weeks have been tough. My depression has been hitting me hard. I’m in the process of getting my medicine modified.. again. The up-hill battle of finding the right medicine for depression is so hard. There is no cure-all pill. When you do find the right one, even then you have to push yourself into a self-care routine. 

I’m slowly crawling my way out of the pit. 

It sucks.

The one thing a person needs during this time is support. Which ironically, is the hardest thing to get when you deal with mental illness.

Let’s be clear: I have had one person in my life that has helped me with my depression. One. 

That’s not an exaggeration. My parents took me once to get treated for depression. I was in the 8th grade, and I couldn’t even be 100% honest about how I was feeling. I felt too ashamed to say I was having suicidal thoughts. That’s all the support I had growing up. 

With school, in general, I had a tough time making friends. I was an outgoing child, but my family moved during a crucial time of social development, then moved back during my junior year of high school.

I have one friend from highschool I still talk to and another that is significant other now. 

I had friends who I called family. But, in the end, I was the only one who was loyal. 

I don’t mean nonsense like they found another best friend or some melodramatic bullshit. I mean, I was there for them during their crisis, but they weren’t there for me. My depression was gross to people. I couldn’t be open about my paranoia or my mood swings. I had to make excuses for behavior sometimes. Like I was cheerful because ‘I was tired’. 

I think my bad luck was due to my trusting nature. However, I’m not a saint.

I have done some stupid and damning things, but in these scenarios, I gave my all in these relationships. Because I so wanted a friend on my level. I wanted a friend to say ‘It’s okay, I’m here for you. Talk to me’. 

I understand it’s hard for people to openly care. When I say ‘openly care’ I mean, we don’t want to hop over an emotional wall because of social awkwardness or lack of empathy. 

And part of me wanted to fix people: I had a friend who was popping pills, had an eating disorder, and suffered from depression. I was always there for her, no matter what. But I never got the same treatment. She was an asshole, plain and simple. She, obviously, had problems. But when my problems came up, she ignored me. She steered the conversation towards herself. She was a master manipulator, and it made me so anrgy that she treated people this way.

This is only one example of my failed friendships. 
I have a few friends in Minneapolis. They seem to have their shit together. Which is a nice change of pace. As for people back in Kentucky? There are a few I still talk to. There are a couple who would do anything for me, and I keep in touch. 

But my only best friend is my significant other: Dillon. He is the only one I can rely on. He knows all my dark corners, and accepts me. And I try to support him back. 

I try to tell myself I don’t need quantity over quality. It hurts that I have been fucked over so much. 

Let me be clear: I’m not trying to play the victim. I have done some things that have caused rights and problems in friendships.

But at this point, there is not much I can do. I have apologized my shitty behavior. But regardless, I have cut the toxic relationships. Sometimes you just have to forgive and move on. 

Hopefully, I can open up to another person again in my lifetime. 

I guess we will see.


Video Game Collection Pt. 5

I have had this game since I was a child. I remember spreading out the glossy paper map that came with it, and looking over the types of monsters in the game. I still have the original manual; it’s missing the cover and in shreds because of my constant handling of it. 

This is such an underrated gem for the SNES. I know it’s partly nostalgia that blinds me, but I have played this game so much, and I never tire of it. It’s one of my favorite games, easily. 

It’s a pretty simple game, and quote bare bones for a RPG. It’s alot like Zelda: LTTP when it comes to combat, and the visuals of the game. Maybe that’s why I love it so much; I played both games at the same time when I was a child. 

You play as young Will, who lives in a small village on the coast. He stumbles into an adventure across the world that involves saving a princess, finding a golden ship, and ultimately, finding his way to the Tower of Babel.

What it lacks in gameplay it definitely makes up wit story. The story is rich with detail, and focuses on complex ideas. Constantly making comparsions to light and dark, and showing the player realistic examples of that. For example, slavery is a common theme throughout IoG, and shows how humanity can be so cruel to one another. 

I can’t campaign enough for this game. I wish everyone could play this forgotten game and fall in love with it. Please, if you need a new game dive into this one.

Trying To Fight The In-between

When I found out Chester Bennington (lead singer of Linkin Park) committed suicide, I was struck with sadness. I think people asked the question ‘why?’ or ‘how could he do that to his family?’ Some even saying he was selfish. 

This pissed me the hell off.

When I was a teenager, I had no way to express myself. I was not close to my family in an emotional sense. They didn’t understand what was going on, and it was hard to explain. Now looking back o those years, I realize that I was dealing with depression. On top of raging hormornes, trying to define who I am, I was dealing with untreated depression. 

Music was one of my few outlets during this time. my music was heavily monitored, so any music that had cursing or anything explicit really, was off-limits. I was allowed to listen to Linkin Park, despite the screaming involved. I was able to identify with this music. I was able to see I wasn’t the only one who felt this way. 

When it comes to the subject of suicide, I have attempted it once. And trust me, the last thing you think about is being selfish by committing the act.

You feel selfish for living. 

You feel alone, incapable of being loved, you feel like you are in physical pain from sorrow, you feel like you are a failure, you aren’t good enough, you’re not perfect, you have too many flaws.

It would be better for everyone if I was gone.

Don’t come at me with how selfish it is when the person feels like it’s the ultimate selfless act.

Obviously, suicide is a horrible act that should happen. I’m not justifying it. But people who have no idea what it’s like going through something so painful, don’t need to judge. 

I hope Chester found the peace he so desperately needed.



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Video Game Collection Pt. 4

Oh Tomba…

This was a game I fought over with my brother. We knocked over the PlayStation, at least twice, arguing over who was going to get to play. 

My first experience with Tomba was on a kick-ass demo disc a friend of mine had. I remember seeing it all in its 3-D glory. The colors were so vibrant, and the world was so inviting. I loved it.

When Tomba 2 was released, my brother received it as a birthday present. We were so excited for this game. The graphics were amazing for the PlayStation (mind you this was back in 2000). We played this for hours and hours. 

I eventually got the first one when I first started collecting video games “officially” 5 years ago. I have tried so hard to get through the first one. I just can’t do it.

Tomba 2 however…

I play the shit out of this game. I have 100% this game more than once. 

Fuck those mine cart levels. 

I even did the extra mission you can only do with a Tomba 1 save on a memory card. This game is so unrated. It’s so sad that Whoopee Camp shut down after just these two games. If you don’t mind dropping 50-60 dollars on a PlayStation One game or using other ‘methods’ to play this game, check it out. It has unskippable cut scenes, (which I hate with every fiber of my being)late and the menus haven’t aged well. But it’s definitely worth it. 

Eventually I want to stream this, just to share with other people.


Music Playlist #1: Feeling Emotion Through The Headphones


  1.  The Naked And Famous – The Mess
  2. Jimmy Eat World – Just Watch The Fireworks
  3. Brand New – I Am A Nightmare
  4. Radiohead – Fake Plastic Trees
  5. Smashing Pumpkins – 1979
  6. Yeah Yeah Yeah – Modern Romance
  7. Neutral Milk Hotel – King Of Carrot Flowers Pt. 1
  8. Sunny Day Real Estate – In Circles
  9. The Airborne Toxic Event – Sometime Around Midnight
  10. The Shins – Caring Is Creepy

Writing is a piece of you. Your words are some clue as to how you feel at that point in time. When I write, I usually have music that mirrors my own. When I’m in an emotional, vulnerable part of my book, I listen to these songs. This is a glimpse, mind you, and I won’t go over what each song and/or artist means to me.

I will, however, warn you:

There will always be one Jimmy Eat World song on each playlist.

They are my favorite band, and have been since I was 10. Their music means so much to me. There is alot of emotion that just punches you in each album. Their sound is a testament to my personality: melancholy as fuck. The one thing I love and hate about Jimmy is you don’t know what the meaning is behind each song, but at the same time you do. It’s like a vaguely described situation most of us has been in. 

Seriously, you need to check them out. Start with Static Prevails, and just listen to everything after that. 

Some of these songs are reminiscent of my teenage years. I went through an emo/scene state; I was lost, confused, and had so many unchecked emotions. I was battling untreated depression and anxiety at the same time. Music was absolutely my therapy. I would just cry my eyes out while listening because it was my emotional outlet. 

Don’t judge the music before you hear it, it’s not like ‘Oh, I hate life’. This music really explores emotions. 



And Now For a News Update..

For the few that read my blog, I’m going to be more consistent with my posts. I absolutely love writing, and I want to put more content out there. I hope what I have done so far has benefitted from it. So, here’s what’s going on:
Every Saturday: Mental Health blog focusing around my personal experiences

Every Monday: Music Playlists; I listen to alot of music while I’m writing and working. I would like to share what speaks to me musicially. 

Every Wednesday: Video Game Collection blog; All the pieces will be from my collection, and I’ll briefly describe what it means to me. 

Monthy Updates: I am a contributor to for a website ( I’ll post whenever I do a review. I focus on podcasts, and I do 2-3 reviews a month. 

I will be posting more photos on my photography page. Mostly of the landscape here in Minneapolis, maybe some childhood photograhs, and yes, cats. Alot of cats. 

Thank you to everyone that reads my rambling words. I hope it brings some form of entertainment to your life.

Video Game Collection Pt. 3

I didn’t grow up playing RE (Resident Evil). Being a 90s baby, it was hard to not see the excitement around this series. My parents, however, did their best to keep me from violent video games. My first encounter was when the game just came out. A friend had the game, but looking at the game case scared me out of playing it. 
My little child self couldn’t handle the 32-biy polygons. 

My first true experience was RE 4 at a friend’s house. I remember my hands sweating and shaking as I was approaching the village for the first time.

For those who haven’t played this wonderful game: There is a village you encounter at the state of the game. it is one of the most terrifying experiences I have ever had…gaming wise.

You equipped with a handgun and that’s it. Not only do hordes of villagers attack you, but a villager comes after you with a chainsaw.

I saw Leon’s head roll several times.

It feels like it is neverending. To this very day, I get anxiety over this area 

Since then, I have played most of the RE games. I own multiple copies of these games, and I have way too many copies of just RE 4. RE 4 is one of those games I could play anytime. It’s weird, I know. But I love Leon and killing the shit out of the Las Plagas.