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Protecting Your Peace

I don’t really understand what this phrase means from a tangible perspective in my life.

Protecting your peace means making your emotional, mental and spiritual health your priority. It requires us to think deeply about our values and what’s important to us and making decisions from that place.

That’s from a google search, I don’t have that kind of insight. But what are my values? What is important to me? I find so much frustration and anger rising up lately in my day to day experience which then turns into deep depression where I find no joy in anything.

Emotional / Mental / Spiritual… these are three things that I tend to place into the same category however breaking down each one might help me to understand why they are different. I’ll use Google’s AI responses here to help flesh this out.

Emotional health refers to how well we accept and manage our emotions, cope with challenges, and navigate life’s ups and downs. Stoicism helps with this emotional health aspect, it helps to regulate my emotions through rational thinking.

  • Self-awareness: Understanding and recognizing your own emotions. 
  • Emotional regulation: Managing and expressing emotions in a healthy way. 
  • Resilience: The ability to bounce back from difficult experiences. 
  • Coping skills: Developing strategies to deal with stress and challenges. 
  • Positive relationships: Maintaining healthy connections with others. 

Mental health is more than just the absence of mental illness; it’s a state of well-being that allows individuals to cope with life’s stresses, realize their abilities, learn well, work well, and contribute to their community.

While mental health encompasses emotional health, it’s perhaps larger than that one feature. I have some mental illnesses like anxiety and depression that do have an impact on my emotional health, and while stoicism may not be the answer for all of my mental health challenges, it can be something that keeps me more centred and not let those illnesses take me into places where I don’t want to be.

Spiritual health is a vital component of overall well-being, involving a sense of purpose, meaning, and connection to something beyond oneself, whether it’s a higher power, nature, or a belief system.

This is something very lacking in my life. I grew up in a semi-religious family, I was never particularly connected to Catholicism or Christianity… it felt restrictive and, to be frank, trite. I didn’t like a faith telling me what I was allowed to do and not do as well as telling me what I should be feeling about something. It all felt very silly and I was embarrassed to be connected to the church as I was. I was guided by my morality and my impulse control lead me to say a lot of things that I would relay over and over in my mind.

As I got older, I distanced myself further from religion and relied more on my own morality to be my guiding principle as best I could. I was still of weak character though and would do things that I did not feel good about out of sheer cowardice. But I felt that religion was a tool of people in power to motivate others to action. I had trouble separating spiritualism from religion.

I feel that I am lacking in spiritual health and have been for a long time. Having purpose and meaning, I can’t find anything in my life that I feel is my purpose. I’ve lost all meaning in my life. I have no focus, no drive, no connection to anything. For a while I felt that I was doing ok in that regard however right now… there’s nothing there. I’m void of purpose. But why?

So when it comes to protecting my peace… protecting what I have with each of these elements, what am I protecting? Protecting my emotional health means not allowing someone to manipulate my emotions or manipulate me to not believe what my own emotions are telling me. Maintaining healthy boundaries, which I do not currently have with my kids or my girlfriend.

Protecting my mental health means avoiding exposure to unfavourable conditions that would detract from it. And that would include abusive situations that would possibly reinforce existing issues or beliefs that I already have about myself.

Protecting my spiritual health necessitates me finding some kind of guiding principle or purpose. Or just recognizing that I have one (if I do) and staying true to it.

Must think.

Wasted

I watched this rerun episode of The Nature Of Things about addiction:

http://www.cbc.ca/natureofthings/m/episodes/wasted

I found it very informative but it has left me feeling quite melancholy. I feel like I’m broken and always have been broken… that I was predetermined to be this way. I have wrecked so many things and because of my actions in the past, I will continue to wreck things… setting events in

motion that cannot be undone.

Light

Long is the way and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.

– John Milton, Paradise Lost

Self re-discovery can be difficult when you don’t see yourself in the best light to start with. Getting sober and separated all in such a short time while my kids are moving from teenagers into young adults has left me realizing that I don’t know who I am anymore. I’ve lived for so long doing things for other people out of necessity that I have real issues with doing things for myself; I see it as a waste or an extravagance. 

I have issues (which should come as a shock to no one, everyone has issues of some type) and find that they really restrict my ability to find happiness in anything. This is probably the source of why I started to drink in the first place and has, to date, remains unaddressed. 

I don’t talk about me a lot. Mainly because it’s easier to ask people about how they are doing and the things that are going on in their lives than it is to open up about the vacuous hole in my chest that is sucking my soul and bringing me ever-closer to oblivion. I know I use this as a deflection. And I use humour as a deflection a lot too. I don’t want to deal with the pain. I don’t know how to deal with the pain. 

I feel like this past few years of me coming off the rails, having that seizure, getting sober while being on the brink of losing my job for 18 months straight and then having my wife leave me… I feel like I’ve had an epiphany about who I am and who I am not. And this awakening only amplifies the depression that I was already feeling; that I actually am not as smart as I thought I was. That I’m not as strong as I though I was. That I’m not as liked or desirable as I thought I was. 

I know that I somehow have to get past this if I want to be able to find some kind of happiness. It’s the ‘HOW’ that I have issues with. 

I Quit

If you’ve followed this blog for a little while you’ll have an understanding of my battle with alcohol… and what I’ve been up to. 

For a little while, I have been experimenting with alcohol thinking that maybe I could re-introduce it into my life on a controlled basis. It has been a dangerous experiment and probably one that I thought I could do successfully. I may have talked myself into thinking I could do it because of my condition. 

I’m realizing that I can’t. I’d like to be able to still have that beer at a barbecue or a sporting event but I can’t. It’s just too much of a slippery slope that I inevitably fall down on and crash all the way to the bottom. Right now, I’m laying in bed and feeling like mental, emotional and physical hammered shit because I was drinking yesterday. I hate myself for doing what I did. My state of mind is one of futility and worthlessness and hopelessness. And I don’t want to feel this way. 

I was telling myself, as I lay here, that I have to quit doing this. To just stop. And then I realized my own trap… I’m saying that I have to quit this. That I haven’t made a decision or a change by recognizing this. I’m putting it off… delaying the decision. Instead… I am saying to myself… I choose to quit drinking. Right now. I quit.

Nothing But Questions

I feel a need; a need deep inside my heart and soul. It’s something that I can’t necessarily explain off the top of my head however I know that it’s there. It’s black and it’s hollow and it’s vacuous. And it’s inside of me.

What is this? Is it something that I’ve been missing since childhood? Or is it something that has eaten me up in the past decade since I’ve been with HER? I don’t even know who I used to be before I met the BITCH. Then again, was I a man ever worth knowing back then? I really couldn’t say.

And… why can’t I remember? There are so many things that I don’t remember. Is it because I can’t remember or I’m trying hard not to remember? I wish I knew.

 

Waiting For The Night

Has it really been so long since I posted here? I guess so.

There are many things that I think about during the course of this existence. The thoughts that linger, though, are the ones where I am reminded of how lonely this life is. I crave physical contact.

Of course, the easy go-to is sex. Fucking. Eating pussy or getting my cock sucked. But, really, I’m not overly horny. Plus, there is some associated pressure on getting a hard-on when the last few times I had sex (like over a year and a half ago) I couldn’t even maintain an erection. My wife simply does not excite me. Not even remotely.

The thing that I miss is simply body contact. Kissing. Holding hands. Companionship. Laughter.

My life has none of these things. I am married and I have no relationship with my spouse whatsoever nor do I want one. There is nothing about her that makes me want to spend time with her.

There’s nothing you can do to make yourself love someone. There isn’t anything conscious about attraction or desire.

So what do I do? I live for my kids. I give myself distractions. I drink.

I wait for the end to come.