It is a fact that in 2019, a study by Stats Canada found that the number of men who used cannabis was 43 percent higher than women. The study did not provide information for other genders.
At the age of 11, I had my first breakout, and by 13 I was on medication for full blown cystic acne. I tried Proactiv, Curology, day creams, night creams, every face wash you could think of, prescription oral medication, Proactiv again, dieting, prescription topical creams, Curology again, working out and dieting combined, oral medication, and prescription topicals combined, and anything else you could ever think of that would get rid of the bumps on my face. And yet, not one single thing completely took it away.
Are you feeling guilty for something you have done? It may be a small thing that your mind is blowing out of proportion. It may even be something big and unforgivable. Well firstly, feeling guilty for it already shows you are a good person. The fact that you have self reflection is something to love about yourself already, as there are many people who do not have the ability to obtain it, and cannot become a better person and properly atone because of its absence.
I stared into those biggest of blue eyes and felt the power of his fighting spirit, despite his pain and raging fever. A serious infection. Lymph glands. Potentially fatal because he was so very young.
For a big chunk of my life, I struggled with healthy boundaries.
If you ask a room full of strangers what forgiveness means to them, you will hear a diverse collective of replies.
Grief and sorrow, anger and rage, joy and love, disbelief and denial, relaxation and relief, all emotions that can come as a result of a tsunami (yes, joy and love because even the birth of your first child is a tsunami). Emotion is the foundation of the tsunami-ed life actually, the reason you experience what you experience. And they will arrive in a wide range of experiences and on a schedule that is utterly their own. You have no say, no control as to when they arrive (or leave), you can only respond when they show up however they choose to.
The empty feeling, the sadness it brings along with it. The image of me floating off to outer space, floating off to blackness, as still as the space holds me, looking at nothing but emptiness. Nowhere to go, no one to find me. Lost and confused. How could that be? That’s ok, I’m comfortable. It’s a comfortable feeling, I finally feel comfortable. But why am I so sad? Why am I so sad when I’m comfortable?
I’ve come across thousands of quotes in my life, maybe even millions, but Maya Angelou’s "one isn’t necessarily born with courage, but potential" has stuck with me through even the hardest of times. Literature has always acted as my escape. I find myself constantly searching for a character or a specific plot line to relate to what I am also going through, and if this turns out to be a bad situation, I like to think that I’m never suffering alone. However, there are also particularly strong women in my current, non-fictional life that is by far superior to any fictional world.
Many things have happened in the past year which have forced me to feel something I didn’t want to feel.
I am currently living in London for a month, prepping for a tour I am a part of, and so far it has definitely been eye opening! I can say, without reservation, that I am a work addict and I put way too much of my personal value in my day job, I have a relatively unhealthy relationship with myself (which is why I try to keep living life 1,000 miles a minute, so I don’t have to feel things), and also that writing more honest music has been a lot more than I bargained for. That being said, its a lot more than I bargained for in good and bad ways.