Had a bombshell dropped on me over the weekend. I went to go visit my mom and she opened up to me about her childhood. She’s been doing some deep soul searching and part of her trouble is unresolved and unacknowledged trauma.
She’s always downplayed it, but now knowing the true extent of what her childhood was like I can see why I turned out the way I did. I don’t blame her and I don’t hold resentment, but there was undoubtedly some subconscious messages being relayed to me as a child outside her awareness. She did her absolute best, but there’s no way I walked away from my own childhood unscathed. That kind of trauma just follows generations if it isn’t resolved. Not in the stereotypical way of being abusive or whatever, but the deficits it can create in an individual that influences their ability to provide emotional support.
It really changed my perspective on everything I’m doing right now in my own life. How this incessant drive to write more music comes out of this desperate attempt to carve out a niche in society for me because I’m just too poor at functioning otherwise. So I realized that has to take a backseat and I really have to build my foundation. Hence the reworked custom above.
Everything has been a gut punch these past few days. That’s not to say music isn’t my passion. But it was routinely being put above my own well being. It was my safe haven and escape, something I knew how to do, could express myself, could forget about the world. I guess because it seemed more productive and had a finished product I didn’t think it was damaging. Whereas something like video games, it can just be wasted time. At least with music I could say “hey look what I made, that’s proof my life isn’t as terrible as it seems”.
So I really just want to improve myself to the point where my life doesn’t feel like an endless grind, my anxiety doesn’t prevent me from exercising free will, I have peace of mind knowing I can take care of myself, trust myself, and protect myself from others if need be. I have none of that right now. I don’t get life, I don’t get living, it’s always been scary, unpredictable, hurtful, and draining. And it’s so beyond the realm of rational thought, I just lived that every day of my life and got used to it as normal. But it’s beyond painful to live like that every day.