I have reached a new phase of my mental health journey.
A year ago, I was just beginning to experience new levels of anxiety, and what I can now see as Relationship OCD and Scrupulosity.
Me, this time last year- when I started to descend quickly into an abyss of self-destruction- always tired and ignoring my needs
I was always getting triggered and my mind descending into chaos. Not being able to relax and be alone anymore. Eventually, from the moment I woke up I was attacked mercilessly with intrusive thoughts, and sometimes I was up in the night panicking at fake threats or possibilities.
Now, I am… well, bored. And I have never been more happy to be so.
I say bored because my mind spent an entire year – 2019 was a dark year – with obsessive thoughts that eventually gave way to compulsions, which fueled high anxiety from dawn until dusk.
Now, my mind is unfamiliar and clear.
Through lots of work with my therapist (I found someone who specializes in what I needed; I recommend this if you can find one); joined an online course and community focusing on Relationship OCD (Check out Awaken Into Love here); worked for reconciliation in relationship that needed repairing; resolving some of my anger and disappointment towards God; tending to my dilapidated physical health; seeking out various literature and resources; and leaning hard on my loved ones… As a result, I have experienced levels of mental boredom and healthy emotional regulation that I don’t think I have before.
Healthy in Spring 2020. Reveling in the glow emanating from a more healed, whole, and renewed mind and body. Thank you, Lord!
When I say I’m happy, it doesn’t mean I’ve found some crazy enlightenment in anything I’ve done, per se. I just am more WHOLE. I have grace towards myself when I fail, get anxious, give into a compulsion, or regress. Therefore, I am able to be more understanding towards others as well.
I am doing the work. I am able to decide which thoughts to entertain, let be, or reject as ridiculous.
I am able to feel awful, sad, or even depressed without it having to mean something huge. And, for me, I haven’t been this happy in a long time- happy because I am taking charge of my life by controlling what I can and letting go of what I can’t. My trust in God is growing as I see how he takes care of me when I let Him.
I have been able to set boundaries with people- I can decide how I am to be treated and what I won’t tolerate. This doesn’t mean I reject the other person, it can actually safeguard and improve a relationship/friendship.
I still deal with anxiety, but am managing it significantly better than even 2 months ago.
I will probably turn my focus for Anxious Anne outwards more, since I have more mental capacity to do so. I want to do more features, interviews, and articles relating to mental health, art, and faith.
Let’s see where this goes!
-Anxious Anne
Music featured:
I created a strings cover of a favorite song called “Take Heart” by Hillsong-
I have lived in ignorance of the effects of the quarantine on my life…
We are reaching week number six of the mandated social distancing disorder. I am truly starting to feel it. Even though I am more fortunate than some, with more of a structure to my life, still. I feel like I am floating through life these days. I have this image of a grand, celestial calendar and I am just floating through the weeks and days, inertia carrying me forward.
“Time-space Distancing 2020” by Bethany Porter
At first, as an introvert, I enjoyed the lack of social pressure to go do certain things. My social energy didn’t have to be spread as thin and I could just focus on a very small group of people.
However, about three weeks in, I started to ruminate on different thoughts- usually relating to people in my life whose life has been affected by the social distancing. Next, someone who had been a fixture in my near daily life for the last couple of years died suddenly.
The sudden death mixed with the uncertainty of the quarantine and it’s compounding effect on my and other people’s progress in life started to wear away at my confidence and my ease.
Certain compulsions have come back- some trite ones being eating more dessert and watch TV to emotionally cope, but some more detrimental. I am pretty sure some of us can relate.
There have been some positive effects, too. I have had more opportunities to learn some valuable skills that are pluses as an artist/musician in this digital age. I have had time to attend to some to do list items and finally purchase a shag rug to cover my cheap, thin carpeted floors. I have developed wonderful evening stretching and physical therapy routines. I have also spent some quality time with my roommates and we have bonded in ways we never could have without the quarantine.
My mind is buzzing as the end of the social order (well, who knows if it will be the end) is fast approaching. This will not only mark the end of a very difficult yet enlightening period, but also the beginning of an EVEN MORE uncertain period where anything can happen. The virus could come back. We may see our life very slowly returning to normal, or NEVER returning to normal. Actions long planned could dissolve, adapt, or be completely replaced.
Excuse the language… but it’s apt to my brain lately!! “All will go to crap” is the general feeling.
I will say I am grateful for the things I’ve learned. But my mind is starting to build up with all sorts of thoughts and feelings – feeding the anxieties – and is weighing me down and causing my neck to hurt. I am ready for gravity to come back and these thoughts, plans, and intents to be able to move forward.
I am honored to feature Hannah Carson in this second in the artist interview series. Last time, I interviewed Singer-Songwriter (and occasional play actor) Donrico De Castro. (Go to that interview by clicking here) I am lucky to call her a friend.
We met in the middle of nowhere Japan in the summer of 2017 and were instant friends who felt a sense of sisterly love between us. I included a few pictures from our adventures throughout this blog! She is one of the most honest, brilliant, and confident people I know. However, it was significant for me to hear about her journey from hiding her true self from others to starting to experience the freedom of being vulnerable, especially as seen through her new art series.
We started with an interview and then went on to analyze the pieces in her series. I did my best to transcribe the interview, which, due to our established friendship and bantering, took over two hours! I paraphrased some parts, but did my best to capture her personality and nuance in her language. My comments and questions are italicized.
And now for the interview exploring the intersection of art, faith, and mental health…
Hannah and I with our matching shoes, adventuring around Okayama Prefecture in Japan, 2017
A Farm Girl and Her Polyglot Dreams
Please introduce yourself.
My name is Hannah Carson, and I am from Northern California, but I have also lived in New Hampshire before I came out to Southern California for school. I graduated from Biola University with a degree in Computer Science, and I am now working at Fuller Seminary as a Front End Web Developer. I am mostly interested in the design aspect of developing and management. We’ll see what God does with that down the road.
Growing up in Northern California and then moving to East L.A. has been a huge change. I grew up on 20 acres of land surrounded by nature with animals of every kind. My family bred dogs as their business. I was also homeschooled, so I was able to experience all of those things. Coming to East LA was different, but, coming up on my fifth year here, I am starting to develop more of a heart and compassion for it, although maybe not a love.
I love language learning. I taught myself Japanese. I am working on beginning Korean and I would eventually like to learn Chinese and Swiss-German.
So you wanna become a Polyglot?
Yes, absolutely 100%.
It takes a special person to do that. I remember one time I tried to work on my Spanish and Japanese at the same time, and I got such a big headache.
Especially when I’ve been trying to learn Korean and Japanese (which are grammatically similar), I keep mixing up the languages.
I appreciate the freedom you have with it. I am currently in a stage where I am getting anxious just looking at my Japanese books on the shelf. I put so much pressure on myself to be perfect that I just burn out, instead of just having a curious attitude with language learning. I have noticed with you and others: that the best language learners don’t mind being like children. Having that beginner’s mind is the best quality.
Thank you so much. That’s a huge compliment. You have to have a certain humility to have that curiosity.
How did learning Japanese start for you?
It didn’t have a particularly sexy beginning. I was homeschooled my whole life. So, I had a lot of time on my hands and was a weeb. (For those unaware, a weeb, or weeaboo, is a slightly derogatory term for huge fans of Japanese pop culture: anime, fashion, music,etc.) So, in order to feed that, and procrastinate on my PreCalculus homework, I taught myself Japanese. I found that language learning calmed my mind.
Then I got to college, and I thought “I should do something useful and grown-up with this”. Soon after, I got connected with a club on campus–a Japanese culture and ministry club. I was so taken aback by the way they worshipped, meeting Japanese people for the first time, and hearing their testimonies. I quickly got involved in a Japanese church. I developed a heart for them, but also appreciated their unique perspective on the Gospel. I think this really fueled my language learning.
Okay, tell us some more about yourself. Favorite food, maybe?
I love sugar. But I really love meat. I think meat is my favorite.
Next time you come around, we are definitely going to a Korean BBQ place.
Girl, I can hook you up for all the best Korean BBQ places.
Hannah. We took warrior photos in ruins on and island in Japan.
Cathartic Chat Rooms and Tan Sketchbooks
When did you start becoming passionate about art?
This is an interesting question because I don’t know if I ever developed a passion for creating art. It was something that I ended up doing in my free time if I wanted to or needed to vent. It wasn’t something I was consistent with. I think I am more interested in art in general and its influence on society and how we think. And also how we relate and tell stories. I was always so fascinated with movies and read more books than I could count growing up. Stories told through art reach the core of people more than anything else can. Art is also reflective of the state of either the environment that the artists are living in or themselves. So it is interesting for me to look at art throughout the ages. It can show you in ways that historical documents can’t.
To be honest I didn’t start drawing until I was about 13 years old. I had a lot of contempt for art: I saw myself as rational and art was superficial and unnecessary. I think I discovered a talent for it when I first started tracing characters out of a manga. I was bored, but it was fun. One time I didn’t have the manga, and I freedrew it and thought it wasn’t bad. I wasn’t amazing right away, but after getting a lot of feedback I was able to grow.
When did you discover you had a talent for drawing?
I discovered a great group of Christian artists and manga lovers when I was 14. Both writing and art. They all really encouraged constructive critique.
What did art mean to you earlier in your life? You said art seemed silly in your earlier life, but once you started drawing, what did it mean or what place did it have in your life and in your growth as a person?
It’s kind of two-fold. One was the community I found around me on that site. It was really kind of a pivotal point in my life. I eventually ended up living with one of my friends and her family I met on that site. Now they are basically my other family.
Which is totally necessary for art.
My home life was very chaotic. When anyone spoke, their words would be so scrutinized. Did my words convey a perfectly accurate and complete representation? Could they imply emotions or motivations that should not be there? Were they rash or not fully thought through?
I didn’t want to show a lot of emotion when I spoke because all my motivations would be questioned, and I didn’t know how to answer those questions. But if I vented through art, my parents wouldn’t understand or question it. Art became a safe place for me to process things out without fear of being under scrutiny. The online community was a safe space where my friends listened to the story of my art, and sought to understand rather than to interrogate or accuse.
That was me in writing, I was a little younger than you but around the same age, when I started carrying around a notebook everywhere. I would usually write poetry. But it was different with words because I couldn’t just show it to my mom, because she would know what it was about. That is what is different about art. Unless you know the person or get an explanation, you don’t know it’s exact meaning. That’s what I like about art. It wasn’t until my later years, my early adult years, I started to do yearly “vision” paintings. I was usually the subject of the piece, me or an alter-ego. That became a healing and safe place. I also started to draw when I couldn’t express ways I was feeling in words. I know as artists we can get “backed up” if we aren’t making something to express or embody what we are going through.
Like you mentioned, you can touch things with visual art that are harder with words. It’s really helpful to be able to express emotions through words as well, though. I found that when I am able to put words to a feeling or an experience, it encourages others who have had that same experience but weren’t sure how to to put words to what they are feeling. But, there definitely is something cathartic for me about being able to see it in an image or symbol.
Songs can also be cryptic. When I put the words on the page, it becomes something tangible and distances the emotion or stressful thing from me.
She quickly sketched me as we were hanging out in the small, Japanese village church all day, waiting for our host.
When did you settle on a medium? Or what is your medium of choice?
I can’t paint because paints are really messy and there is no undo. I am a perfectionist and I really like having an undo button. Which means I have immense respect for painters, but I can’t do it myself. My medium of choice is two things: pencil, pen, and copic markers on a tan sketchbook, or I do digital art, which is the art that I currently have on display at my church gallery.
So your series was completely digital from its beginnings, you didn’t sketch it first?
Yes.
Do you use a Surface, or digital slate to draw?
I would love to use an iPad eventually; but currently, I use an very old Wacom tablet that is half broken, but it works so it’s okay! It still works if I put a pin under it! I use that and plug it into my computer.
I have noticed a lot of people do that for the ease of sharing. You don’t have to try to get the color and aspect ratio correct when scanning.
Absolutely. Makes life a lot easier.
And a lot of the gadgets nowadays feel like paper. I almost don’t see the point of paper anymore unless you are just sketching.
What does art mean to you presently?
Life has is a bit more comfortable right now, so I don’t draw as much to vent these days. Which is why I don’t draw as much at all. But it is still a way for me to be honest about what I am experiencing. I think I’ve gotten to the point that I am coherent and eloquent with words. I am comfortable with words. I don’t feel like I’ve mastered art in the way I’ve mastered words, if that makes sense. Almost because of this, because there is much I lack as an artist, it forces me to show imperfection in my art. There is a unique vulnerability and uncomfortability that comes with art. But not just to be vulnerable, but to reflect on the world around me and capture the way I see things. I think that each of us as artists reflect a different facet of God and His creation and different facets in which God sees the world. A lot of the pieces that have meant the most to me are kind of painful in their content. But I think as I am growing and as God is working in me that I want to get to the place where I create things that are really real and deep and are a reflection of Him and the world he has created and the intricacy of that. One day my vulnerability will go beyond expressing pain and instead reveal my experience of His glory and beauty.
It seems like you are coming to a new place for art.
I think so. This last series of mine is a real transition point. It’s like I needed to get it out there so I can begin creating things from a different perspective.
Hannah being her awesome self! Asian squat for the shot!On a hilltop temple in Kurashiki, Okayama, Japan.
The Creator and His Beloved Creature
When did you begin your journey with Christ?
I was born into a Christian family, and I’ve been Christian all of my life. Looking back, there is such a strong sense of God being present and working in crazy ways in my life. But I had an attitude of ‘ well, I’m a child of God, and I am just going to bear whatever He throws at me because that is what good Christians do. So I just get pulled along on whatever leash He has me on. I think that persistence is a good quality in itself-
Yea, but that attitude savors of bitterness.
Yea, just a little bit (*ironic tone*). I really think it’s been in the past three-ish years that I transitioned to pursuit and love of God. My perspective has shifted a lot to looking at God rather than being drug around by Him. It has been so freeing and so good, BUT SO FRUSTRATING! But good. I am seeing myself differently, but also seeing Him differently.
It sounds like you are seeing him more as a person and your loving Father in Heaven instead of a force dragging you around. It is the temptation of Christians to make God this force to tap into. But when He is a person, you know, just with any relationship with any person, it’s not going to be cut and dry or cruise, there is going to be challenges and growth. Times of feeling detached, times of feeling in tune with each other. That’s one thing I have grown in, seeing God’s personhood. I don’t need to pine away and beg for things to some impersonal force. He is just a person.
We get the privilege to engage with that human side of Him. Jesus is fully man and fully God.
What do you think is the purpose of art? From a Christian perspective, with God being our creator and ruler.
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth, and spoke the universe into existence. Look at all the intricacy and absurdity. Just look at any of the deep sea creatures, you think the God who created this must have a twisted, messed up sense of humor. But the things that He created are so detailed and work together perfectly and are beautiful. We look at anything in the natural world, we recognize that beauty, and naturally respond to it. C.S. Lewis has a really good commentary on beauty in the Abolition of Man. People say beauty is subjective, but because what God made was good, made in the image of the Creator, there is an objective beauty in His created things. God is so multi-faceted and we are limited, our perception of beauty will always be limited and subjective. There are a lot of things I will see the beauty in, but others won’t and vice versa. It’s just that God has allowed us each a unique type of vision.
Ultimately, we were made to worship him. If you go through Psalm 8, “Oh Lord, oh Lord how majestic is your name in all the earth” we are created to enjoy creativity and beautiful things, and to worship God, the Creator. I don’t know what your experience has been like, but recently the act of worship has become so important to me. We were made in his image. As His sons and daughters we want to imitate our Father. Innately in us, we are made to create in His image.
Some say that true beauty is only found in the natural world, that fantasy or anything outside of reality is wrong somehow. But the act of creation means to make something new and different. God has given us so much to create – stories, fantasy worlds… not outside of God but as a part of what we were created to be. I think that creating and acknowledging and admiring and wrestling with what humans have created is such an innate part of the human experience. A part of every culture historically, well, except the Mongols. (*Mutual laughter*)
I think that people without knowing it, really, are doing what they were created to do: create. They created because God has imprinted that ability on them as his created ones. The only thing I was thinking about in response to that. However, I noticed that there are distortions. A person can function as a created one, creating something, but their motive can be questionable or can not be glorifying to God.
That’s another thing. There is a place for abstract art. If you look at clouds, they are absolutely beautiful even though they don’t have much form or story, but God created them. But if in our own art, if chaotic formlessness is not placed in the right context, it can be a better descriptor of evil than good. I used to think abstract art was bad, which is not a wise way to look at it. Art often depicts things that are not “nice” or comfortable. But that doesn’t mean it is without value. One of the pictures in my series is nude, but it is not an image of sexuality or lust… and not everyone can see that. To develop that eye, you have to spend time with art, humble yourself and be curious.
That is such a great point.
Yea, one of my pieces in the series is really dark and violent, which is why I didn’t want to present without the other images. But it’s still important to the overall context of the story being told. That’s what I really appreciate about your songs. The meaning is very potent. They tap into experiences that are awkward and hard to talk about. There is a lot of chaos and bad stuff in there, but that’s just life. When it’s in the context of “this is what I am experiencing, I am in this in between place”. You are providing people with the tools to name and encounter it.
I usually include anecdotes between songs to explain them. A lot of it centers around growth. I am really into showing process. I think your series which we will dive into later also shows that process. People simplify emotions, people think of joy as “happy”, but joy is so much more complex than that. Just like in your series, the last piece really does depict a sort of joy even though it is slightly violent or painful. I have realized how intertwined joy and suffering are.
There is a band that I highly recommend to you, called Half Alive. A lot of their songs are about being in the inbetween and walking on that line. There is one song that’s been like my mantra called “Creature” and it really accompanies the series I drew well. It talks about being in this process, even when you don’t really have the answers.
Said song:
How has your faith influenced your art and possibly vice versa?
For a really long time, I was deeply frustrated with myself, because I couldn’t create a piece that felt Christian enough. This series is the first time I have really incorporated my faith in my art. I realize I just wasn’t mature enough to do that, and was struggling a lot with my faith before. I wasn’t mature to the point where I could put it into art.
Also, not every image needs to have Jesus plastered all over it. It can still be glorifying to God if you are just describing your experience at the time or expressing your creativity. It doesn’t have to be branded with the signature of the cross.
Oh, don’t get me started on the whole secular vs. Christian music/art debate!
Oh, no, we will talk for hours.
So, I am really glad I was patient with myself in creating this piece that first incorporates my faith. There is something really striking about the last piece. I wanted to share that with people. In my faith, in order to be in the mental space to draw… I can’t draw if I am too proud or feel like I need to prove something. I have to go through a mental reset. Sometimes it takes moments of extreme emotional distress to be able to create and not care about perfection anymore. Not having it all planned out and just draw. It’s very easy to fall into “I can manage everything” mindset. I am a strong, independent woman. Which is true. But everytime I come to art with that mindset, I can’t draw well. It’s been very humbling, but a good check. Now I check and sometimes pray before I start drawing. It shows me how I need to be praying.
Yea sometimes I create something thinking it’s so great and am prideful about it or prove something. I listen to it later and hate it or it’s not very good. What I thought of when you were talking, I have this feeling sometimes when I am writing music, it’s hard sometimes because if it’s a difficult emotion or memory – I have to surrender to it: okay, God, me and you, let’s explore this thing going on right now. I don’t know what exactly is going on in this brain of mine. But let’s just put pen to paper or piano and see what happens. It also helps me not to fall into a sort of pity party when I invite God into it, “God, let’s turn these ashes into beauty. Something that glorifies you.” It gives the song more purpose, rather than just about me. Even if it’s vulnerable, or not using “clean” imagery – it’s vivid and sometimes violent as I communicate the process. I think as Christians the process of sanctification can feel violent. I saw that in your pieces for sure.
Probably caught me mid-spin. We were acting like idiots and having the time of our lives.Japan, 2017.
Strong, Independent, Yet Completely Helpless
If you are comfortable, share some of your journey with mental health. Give us a little insight into the mind that is Hannah Carson.
Although professionals have given their opinion, I have not received an official diagnosis. I am cautious of getting an official diagnosis because if I wanted to work in a country not as understanding of mental health, like Japan, I don’t want that to be a barrier.
I’ve dealt with a few things, particularly anxiety and depression – which is a lovely combination. Anxiety says “you have to do all the things!” But depression says “you can’t do any of the things.”
My mental health really started crashing when I was around 10 or 11. My early teen years were really dark. I think there was a period of at least 2 years where I lost my sense of empathy towards people. I have a lot of insight in people and their motivation. I’ve had it since I was a young girl. And when you have that skill, if you take away empathy, it becomes really dangerous. It was a very dark place, and the way I saw people was very dark. I didn’t really have any resources to help me until I joined that online community I mentioned earlier.
I also developed an eating disorder around that time. I didn’t tell my parents because I didn’t want them to think that it was about my looks or to lose weight. I didn’t want them to think I was vain and I felt like they wouldn’t believe me if I said it was for other reasons. I lost a lot of weight within two months. I hated eating and could hardly bring myself to eat. There was this weird sense of control I felt, especially because I couldn’t control anything else that was going on. I really felt lost and craved darkness. I hid in the bathroom and my closet a lot because I preferred dark spaces. Being a teenager is hard! Your hormones are shifting, and I had a hard time handling it. So, I could choose not to eat, and it gave me a sense of control.
Connecting with that online Christian Manga community was instrumental in my getting better. People would tell me, “You should eat more.” And “That sounds like depression.” They gave words to things I was experiencing but didn’t understand and couldn’t communicate. Once I got to college, I started to process through a lot of those things. It’s been a weird, rough journey for sure. College is weird because even though you are busy and growing with all these new experiences, you don’t have that time to process and understand it. Now that I’ve graduated, I have time to reflect on it.
This art series really illustrates that process of growth and journey in the last year, my final year of college.
What has art meant to you as you work towards healing?
It’s been really good for me to look at something and see it is concrete and real. Especially with mental health, I could have one good day that will make all the bad days seem unreal and invalid. “See? Nothing’s actually wrong” my brain says. So, for me to see it in art form, I can remind myself, “I was there. It’s real. It did happen.” It’s been very cathartic. It’s also helped me to recognize that God was there too and helped me through it and I can grow.
If I didn’t do that, then I would lose a sense of what God has brought me through. If I constantly invalidate my experiences and ignore my brokenness I can’t grow.
Yea, I’ve been really thinking about how invalidating someone else’s or your own emotions can really stunt your own growth. I see my own stuff as I’ve written as monuments of what God did.
Yes, that’s exactly it. That’s exactly what these pieces are.
Having to look my struggles with mental health in the face and acknowledge them for what they are has made me realize how powerless I am to deal with this. I can’t just decide to not be depressed. Some days it takes a team of people to help me before I can get up and go to the grocery store. Even simple things can be hard for me, and I’ll get overwhelmed. I can handle hard and big things well – I am going to Japan tomorrow. But, the small things are hard, and get frustrating.
I will never be able to do enough to satisfy my anxiety. And I will never have enough peace to satisfy my depression. I will never eat enough to stop being hungry. When I look at that and realize how helpless I am, it causes me to self-destruct a bit. And that’s what the second piece in the series is about. It sucks. I am strong, independent, and have seen more than most people have my age; I have led a strange, and tough, but good life; I’m very competent and capable and well-spoken and beautiful, too – it’s easy for me to think I should then be able to handle myself and manage life. But I am so wholly incapable that it’s not uncommon for me to feel a sense of deep frustration and loathing for myself and my failings. However, if you are a Christian, you realize you can’t do anything of your own power; you are completely insufficient. But God can and does.
There is so much grace in that. I can look at my insufficiencies in the face and implode, but there is still grace and healing that comes. That has been something that has changed who I thought God was, because there was finally space for Him. Since I felt so immobilized by my mental health, I really don’t think I would have the same relationship with God if I didn’t confront these things. Some days I’m like, “I can’t do laundry today, God, sorry! I can’t even get out of my bed.” And even if I can’t, there is grace for that.
“When Her Eyes Grew In” Art Series
Today you are going to share an art series that is going to be exhibited in your church’s art gallery. Let’s go through each piece.
First of the series “IDK” Belongs to Hannah Carson, I included that watermark.
“IDK”
I created this when I was around 14. This was my first fully digital piece. I had this as the background on the computer for a while. I think this was one of the first pieces of vent art that I developed. I had a few others in my sketchbook, but I think they were too vulnerable for me to finish out. I was worried my parents would understand those. I had a really hard time making it look like the girl in the middle was falling, and you can see that she is partially transparent. I would actually like to hear your first thoughts on these pieces as we look at them.
My first impression was that the girl in the center was the true self, and the others on the outside were facades that she is showing the world.
Yes, exactly. The inner self is almost fading away and becoming nothing. I wanted to make all of the outer expressions extreme, so people would feel almost off-put by them. I was bummed that I didn’t quite capture that aspect, but I think the message still got across.The circle shows the never ending cycle. I recorded these faces and the responses I would give that I thought people wanted to see. I’ve been told I am good at “mirroring”: showing people what I think they wanted to see. I got really good at that. We all struggle with our identity in our teen years… but people in my life really only saw what they wanted to. It wasn’t until I got into that online community that people started to listen my truer self more.
Is there a purpose for the bottom two faces being unclothed?
If I remember correctly, it was revealing what looks to be certain levels of vulnerability. People trust the appearance of vulnerability, so I used that as a distraction from how I actually felt often. You can see that the facial expressions are softer. But, it’s still hiding the truer self.
What about the flower?
I just used that to show they were all the same person.
“Process 1” by Hannah Carson. 2019. I added watermark.
“Process One” This one was the first one from the new series, in 2019.
This was a response to what someone who knew me pretty well had said to me, “I was transparent, but not vulnerable.” They had gotten to know me, and said I was exactly the same as I was on the surface. The character like in IDK is still trapped in that globe, that cycle, that circle. But, this time all of the other faces and expressions are gone and it’s just me. If you look at her stance, it’s very much in defense mode, almost supporting the glass dome. The thing about this series that I would like for you to pay attention to, which relates to the theme of my church’s gallery “A Sight for Sore Eyes” (this series will be displayed there), if you look you can see that her eyes are almost inverted. She has a white pupil and a black surround.
Is that symbolic of not seeing things as they are? Like her vision is reversed?
There is this fairytale about a glass thing that broke and scattered across the earth, a tainted and evil thing. A girl and a boy were walking and the boy caught a shard in his eye. It made him see things that were beautiful as ugly. So when the girl gave him a rose, he got angry at her wondering why she would give him something so ugly. So, similarly, I think with this character, her vision is severely distorted.
If you think of it as reversed, perhaps she isn’t able to see past the chaos inside of her to reality. Her eyes look inverted.
You will also notice that this piece is almost grayscale.
I noticed it was almost stale and lifeless, as if you were just a doll. I didn’t know that “IDK” was an earlier piece. This piece, though, looks more like a snow globe. It’s more lifelike and three dimensional compared to “IDK”, which is probably just because of an increase in your skill. Yea haha. She also seems more solid and isn’t transparent anymore. I think people could interpret it differently, like being watched while stuck in a bubble, but I think the eyes will make them curious about the actual meaning. Also the stance is eye-catching.
So, this one is very loaded for sure. The intensity of the darkness is clearer here for sure. I had started to look my mental health in the face, that I wasn’t as pretty and pure as I’d like people to see. I think at that time it was really necessary to look that darkness straight in the face. I had some violent frustration with myself. But still trying to preserve what I had built up.
The character definitely almost looks evil, like she is staring something down, or going to attack.
“Process 2” by Hannah Carson. 2019. I added the watermark.
“Process Two”
In this piece, as you’ve mentioned, there is more color and life. And it’s different from the last where she looked like she was ready to attack.
Yes, the last piece was very defensive, and even condescending. But this piece was initially inspired by something a mentor figure of mine said. “It’s ok to be angry at God. He’s the God of the universe. He can take it”. Somehow that had felt so wrong and disrespectful to ever be angry at God. But after an incredibly painful breakup, the spell was broken and 22 years worth of pain and anger was thrown at God, and in the midst of that, I realized the anger I carry toward myself.
In this piece there is obvious anger. So, why is she floating?
I think it’s because being overcome not even by her own power, but there are a lot of forces in her and around her. She is not on the ground defending anymore, but has lost touch with that. As the glass is beginning to shatter, she picks up some of the shards to hurt herself. Even though the glass must shatter for her to be free, she initially has very self-destructive tendencies. And if you notice, the blood is starting to taint the clothes that are being stripped away. This, to me, is definitely the heaviest piece. There really isn’t much good about this except that color is starting to come back, and the glass is starting to shatter. So that’s good. Her clothes are being torn, and sort of comes across in a more sexual and aggressive way in this image. But, I think this is the starting place for hope, but you cannot see that until the next piece. This is hard to look at for me because of how dark it is.
What’s interesting to me is that the scheme changes from browns and ashy gray, to now it looks like the orb is in a sort of spotlight almost as if on stage. It’s more lit up inside. Was this intentional to focus in on and highlight it?
Partly. The whole series is done is a globe and transparency for all to see. But, on a practical level, I wanted it to be clear this was a globe, so the main reason for the glow was to highlight the shape of the globe. But, it also helped with the transition.
Yea, sometimes transitions are purely aesthetic choices.
In this piece, she has multiple arms, almost like there are multiple persons – which reminds me of the first piece. They are all her, but they are not. So I think it’s interesting you are reintroducing the element of multiple you’s, but this time they are not protecting her but turning in on her and hurting her. So I think that’s a stark contrast.
Even though there is a sense of power, all of the power is directed inward.
It made me think of those old ancient portraits of goddesses, sort of like Krishna. It has this powerful aura in that way. But all that power is self-destructive. I really like this because it brings in that element of sanctification. It’s so distorted in folk Christianity which says that once you accept Jesus your life will be great. But, in reality a lot of the people that followed Jesus in the Bible were martyred, persecuted, and anyone throughout the Bible who submitted to God had their host of issues. What I love about the Bible is that it doesn’t hide those, and I think that’s very important. Especially as artists. Our process, sanctification, a painful process, we have an underlying hope. That’s what I love about this piece. Peace as shalom often had to be brought about in the Bible by a violent force. I think as Christians, that violent process often happens through sanctification as we give things up to him. I love this piece.
Despite the darkness, there is definitely something comforting about this piece for me because it was the starting place for hope. Really coming face to face with it and realizing how evil and destructive it is and it’s who I’ve been. I still feel this way sometimes. I don’t really express the level of fury that comes with it, or know how, but I feel it and recognize it. But I know that it is part of the larger picture that is for my good but God’s glory, too.
There is definitely that hope that we are being made new through all these things. Sometimes as I am going through something, I often pray, “If this is what it takes for me to give up this thing to you, and die to parts of myself that you will be glorified. Then so be it.” That’s why often the book of James is a comfort for me. Pain has more of a purpose as Christians. Not just for growth, but our life is unfolding and becoming a testimony of God’s goodness.
So, another thing. Her clothes are also being stripped off. What was the purpose of this?
For me, I grew up in a very strict Christian community where modesty was extreme. I couldn’t wear sleeveless shirts, pants, jewelry, makeup, etc. The way we dressed was very conservative. I think for a lot of people that desire for modesty is well intended. But for me it was not. It became a sense of self-righteousness. Like, “I have it together.” So that prideful “modesty” of the first character needed to be stripped away. Modesty boasted what kind of Christian I was, that I was holy and pure and better than you. That sort of pride and arrogance needed to be stripped away. I think there is some body image stuff that goes into the series as well. I didn’t have the same body issues as people growing up, I wasn’t exposed to the kinds of marketing that sets unrealistic beauty standards enough. (And for this, I’m incredibly thankful to my parents) On the flip side, I didn’t see a place that the beauty of the female body was valued either. Feminine beauty was discouraged as it was seen as something merely to allure boys. And in my community, sex was often talked of in a hush hush way as scary and evil. That certainly didn’t help me keep from sexual sin as I eventually fell into a porn addiction. I wore that “modesty” as a badge, like I’m better than other women, but didn’t see any healthy representations of the female body. Beauty as a woman was not addressed healthfully for me growing up.
“Process 3” by Hannah Carson. I added the watermark and blurred the figure details. Contains artistic nudity: If you want to see it’s full detail, visit this Instagram post: Click here
“Process Three”
The naked figure in the third image is two-fold. Part of it is like the whole “naked I come from my mother’s womb, naked I return.” There is nothing else there to cover her; it has all become rags. Her rags are dirty and cannot be worn anymore. All there is is the healing light of God. Some of it has to do with a redemption of the body. As the self-righteousness strips away, and I see all of the past frustrations with my sexuality that needed to be exposed but then stripped away. There is nothing really sexual with this figure because the body is completely surrendered. She is open and letting go, rather than this lust for power and control that comes from the second figure.
I think this is so beautiful. I keep looking at it. The surrendered position is pretty evident, the glass is broken, but there is no self-harm happening. There is still bleeding happening.
Yes, but I’ve let go.
Yea, now the healing is happening, because you aren’t pushing shards into your skin.
I should clarify that this image doesn’t have to do with self-harm, I’ve never had that issue. I just want to get that out there.
I think what’s interesting is the putting in of the eyes: it’s peaceful. That is something that would be painful, like a surgical process. The light that is lighting her is coming from above, from the hands of God. She is completely at ease, almost like she is getting a massage. What I think is great about this image, is that the process is shown even in this image alone. You can see there was a struggle, and there is evidence of things there all around. It looks like remnants of a battle. Ending with that total surrender and God putting in those eyes. When God is putting in those eyes, what does that mean in your journey? What are the eyes he has given you?
The eyes thing has been a motif in my art for a long time. A lot of the figures in my sketchbook have had the reverse eyes, even if they weren’t as angry or violent as this series. I even have some writing about this eye motif. In this piece, I was thinking about when Jesus heals the man’s eyes, and there was the two step process. He spat in the dirt and rubbed it in his eyes. The first time he could see people like they were trees, and then the second time he could see clearly. That’s similar to the image here in this series. This process is really beginning here, though the sight has not fully healed.
For me, this has changed for me as I have started to engage more with the spiritual gifts. I am usually pretty skeptical. These things are not up my alley, I am not a touchy feely person. But I’ve become more open and seeing God working in my life and in my family, too. Also, the way that I see people and relationships and myself is starting to shift pretty quickly. In the way I love people, but also myself, and see God’s love for me. I am so frustrated because I see how much I grow and am not where I want to be, but God has responded with grace after grace after grace. This has allowed me to have more grace towards myself. Being able to see how God responded and showed his goodness to me, even in spite of my being like that. He is in the process of healing me in a pretty crazy way. God is so good! He is so tender and loving and patient. He is not like that annoying boyfriend/girlfriend that tries to make you perfect, He just waits patiently. He is such a good Father and lover of our soul.
As artists, whatever you believe about the spiritual gifts, I think it is obvious that each of us has a gift. There is then a sense of responsibility to use those gifts to build others up and spur others on towards Christ through use of these gifts. I am really proud of you for tapping more into those skills that God has given to you. It’s definitely humbling because there is a sense of obedience needed there. I am hoping to hear a bit more about your process and journey when you come back from Japan.
Thank you so much, Hannah, for sharing your beautiful story and testimony of God’s grace and the painful, yet freeing process of sanctification. Your art series is truly an inspiration and reflects the beauty and grace of our God despite our sinfulness and selfishness. You are such an encouragement and thanks for sharing your gift!
Please, everyone, say a prayer for Hannah. She is in Japan right now – she left before the pandemic. It is looking like she will need to find a job.
The pursuit of this has been the bane of my existence- perfect hobbies, perfect friends, perfect boyfriend, perfect career, perfect grades, perfect behavior, perfect health, perfect relationship with God…
I now know that what I thought was just simply a sense of self-righteousness (which is true!), grew into something more; an obsession. Anxiety and OCD that became my companions in these pursuits: faithful, pushing me towards what I deemed as excellence, making me feel in control, making promises that perfection was just around the corner… they began to grow like thick Boston Ivy, climbing on their own accord as I gave them space upon the walls of my psyche. Soon they penetrated through the windows and intertwined throughout every room and hall. The foliage seemed to whisper, accuse, and call to me as I walked the halls.
Truly, this worked for years. Everything to compromise this perception of my achievement and goodness was hidden away neatly, only making it onto pages of my tear-stained diaries, but often just remaining in my mind to slowly eat away at me.
It wasn’t until I realized this hiding, and started to meet true friends that both supported and challenged me – prying off my facades with tough love – that things started to unravel.
Some of the hardest news for someone suffering from OCD and Anxiety to hear is this: you are a sinner.
Sure, I have heard this my whole life as I sat devoutly Sunday after Sunday, notebook in hand. However, in retrospect, I believe I was jumping through hoop after hoop to escape this reality, to somehow level up through my own striving to earn God’s good graces, and by approval of others, to signify my righteousness, worth, and feel one step closer to perfection.
The Awkward Yeti comics never fail haha
You are a sinner. Is this an accusation? What should I do with this? This is BAD NEWS. This means I will never reach perfection no matter how hard I grasp, and thrash, and obsess.
You are a sinner. Why must I carry this burden? What hope is there for me, then? Why try if this will always be branded on my forehead?
You are a sinner. No… this would mean that I can’t do anything for myself. That I can’t be my own hope, or other people can’t either. This would mean I am vulnerable, will be hurt or hurt others…
You are a sinner, but… but, what? If You are good, what possible goodness could come out of You creating me to fail? What good am I? I can achieve nothing? Life is meaningless if life means pain!
You are a sinner, but Christ died for the sins of men. Okay, why would the God of all the universe endure pain, suffering, and the temptations and pitfalls of humanness just to die for failures like us? Couldn’t he just clap his hands and set things in place? Why did he give us choice? Why did he take up our burdens?
You are a sinner, but Christ died for the sins of men. You are no longer a slave to that sin. Okay, then why do I still get to “easily entangled” in it- my pride, strife, and apathy? Am I, then, creating the shackles that bind me to the crushing weight of failure? You say I am free now. What can it mean to be both sinner and free? Do you hold the key to unlock those layers upon layers upon layers of shackles?
You are a sinner, but Christ died for the sins of men. You are no longer a slave to that sin. My yolk is easy and my burden light. Well, if you say you hold to key to set me free, I guess that would be an easier burden, even though I still live with pain throughout my life. If I am first a sinner and in need of your unlocking the shackles off that sin daily, then I will give you that task. I relinquish that control because it’s too weighty and it’s crushing me. I suppose this is what us humans chose from the beginning – choosing to strive for god-like perfection although we are simply creatures. If you want to take it, then I won’t stop you.
Okay, I am a sinner.
I am a sinner.
I am a sinner, but…
I am a sinner, but Christdied for those sins and I am no longer a slave to them.
This still isn’t good news, it means I must learn to cope with my sinfulness aside from the voices of accusation that OCD and Anxiety has provided – a sort of comfort – for years. This will take time to unravel, cut, and uproot the raging Ivy.
But, I guess this is good news… the voices of accusation hold no weight if I remember that I am, indeed, a sinner, but God sought to end the disparity that comes with that identity, and eventually obliterate it. Truly a weight has lifted. But what do I do with all of this empty space in my brain?
There is no whip cracking to move me along, only kind and merciful direction from God and his Word. Anxiety tries to show up to help me along with decisions, but now I don’t need it anymore…
How do I function without perfection as my goal? How do I function without only relying on myself? This would mean I am truly helpless alone, and would need to rely on others and God to move me through life. I suppose this isn’t a bad thing, but it would require me to relinquish that control, and self-righteous attitude, and be vulnerable before others and trusting of God. This is scary and this is new; but, having the burden of my pride and self-protection has been overwhelming and has broken my mind. I am ready to give it up.
I am really good at coming up with ideas. As a small child, I would fill notebooks with drawings of ideas for clothing, brands, inventions, novel plots, and new worlds. However, nothing really came of any of any of those ideas, I simply kept them in the notebook all shut up. They began to collect dust on the shelf.
I do remember one instance where one of my weird, but complex ideas was put to use. It was seventh or eighth grade, and as a part of a history project, we were to create our own country with it’s own language. I dusted off one of those notebooks within which I had created a people and language, called Navi. (This was way before Avatar came out, so I have concluded my idea stolen hahaha; JK, it never saw light of day from it’s inception at 8 years old until middle school). It was really just a code I had created during my spy phase in late childhood. I even wrote in it fluently in my journals so no one could read my inner most thoughts. I proudly, yet somewhat shyly presented my country. Although everyone was impressed at the detail, of course, it wasn’t as significant as in my eyes. After that, however, the language and thought was less special in my eyes because it was no longer secret. It was no longer my secret little language. I don’t know what there is to that story… maybe just that I have been reluctant to bring my ideas to fruition because I want them to stay ideal – a perfect image in my mind, untainted by reality.
I feel like so many times, I have reached the edge of that new venture, where there was a lot of uncertainty, pumped up with ideas and strategies, and yet something like this happens:
I thought of this clip when I started formulating this blog post in my head. So that anxiety that Mr. Bean felt, and the feeling of everyone watching, is usually something I face when I want to try a new thing that I know will take a lot of courage, persistence, and time. I gleefully see the opportunity and walk up with a sense of excitement; but, once I reach the top and see the view from there, every attempt to leap seems to fail. This new opportunity becomes an illusion, yet I feel I can’t return to where I was… so where to go but nowhere. At least I know what that looks like.
I realize that one does not have to deal with anxiety or the like to experience this. Most people do at some point. However, I have seen this as a trend in my life and it has grown in that sometimes I dread and am anxious to do simple things if they haven’t been done before.
Most of the human population live within the bubble of the familiar, which isn’t a bad thing necessarily if you are one who prefers that predictability. Those dependable, seemingly predictable people are probably needed in society. However, I am not one of those people who long for that predictability. I want adventure and I want to be challenged. The anxiety and OCD that I have dealt with – usually keeping me from taking risks or trying to make things perfect before I risk – really has strangled that inborn desire for adventure. I have missed so many opportunities because I wanted to sit back where it was safe or where I didn’t need to be pushed or anything really expected of me. I didn’t want to fail because failure meant becoming vulnerable.
Photo from wandering around in Japan. Traveling to Japan alone was one of the biggest risks I have taken thus far!
There are some things that I realize are beginning to bite me back. I was a very good student throughout my whole life. However, what I thought was a love for learning many times was a desire for validation from my teacher and peers for the marks I received. I was working to get that grade, rather than simply enjoy the material, and take risks in the ideas and questions I put forth. I only raised my hand when I thought my comment or question was perfect, rather than because I was genuinely curious and didn’t care to look a fool. I think near the end of college, I started taking more risks in my essays, and that was when I started failing epically for the first time.
I did take some risks, but usually they were more calculated and safe than one might think. I am not being hard on myself, I think this is all just a part of growth for my story. I am just starting to notice these parts of me that need to wake up if I want to live the kind of life I want to and make the impact I desire.
As I started getting treatment through therapy starting back in 2017, I noticed my ability to have courage and take risks started to increase incrementally. After I emerged from a sort of cocoon phase, I started sharing my music to the public for the first time and doing shows. However, hardship hit again and I seemingly shrunk back into the cocoon.
I have always thought of that as negative. Now, as I am thinking about that analogy, this is not a bad thing. Shrinking back into the cocoon can be seen as a new opportunity to evolve, develop, and grow into something even more beautiful and great. I may not be leaping wildly off into the unknown at present, but I am busy honing in on what needs growth while inside my cocoon. I am at a restful, yet busy phase while in this cocoon.
Thank you for reading this stream-of-thought style post!
There is this American things, well, maybe it’s not just American, but we are all about taking risks, following your dreams, and listening to your “gut”. There are many problems with this for the average Jane or Joe, but these issues compound when clinical anxiety, depression, PTSD, or the like is present.
The first issue is that following your “gut” avoids calculating risk, effects of the action in the long term, or seeing it’s effect with a wider lens. It is making a decision based on what ultimately suits you or follows the emotional beckoning of the moment.
I think the only times following your “gut” is reasonable is when you are in a situation where you realize danger and need to be only your guard or need to run away. That is just it, though, the gut usually is directly tied to our brain’s “fight or flight” mechanism – usually manifesting as panic or anxiety or adrenaline. Why would you trust this in situations other than being chased or needing to protect or rescue someone? The gut is only trying to preserve itself without care for any one else or even the objective truth.
This is why the worst thing you can tell someone who is struggling with detrimental anxiety/depression/PTSD/Paranoia to just follow what they are feeling when they have to make decisions. What they are likely feeling is “RUNN!!!” even if that would actually be feeding into the anxiety, evading something that needs addressed, or leaving a good thing that’s hard. When someone is in that unbalanced place in their mind, their gut – or you can think of it as their current wiring – is usually avoiding triggers, pain, or uncertainty at all costs. However, they will not improve in that way.
I wrote the song below about 2 years ago, when I first started sharing my own music in public places- the anxiety was real:
What I have been learning in my therapy, research, and online classes and communities I have taken part in the last couple of months is that although it is good to know the things that are causing you anxiety (triggering experiences, memories, words, etc.); it’s often not beneficial to “follow your gut” when they are encountered. The gut reaction here is fear, running, and hiding… however, one cannot heal or rewire their brain this way. Anxiety, PTSD, and OCD has caused me great levels of distrust – of my own thoughts mainly, and of other people. It tells me that my thoughts are the enemy and all those who have ever hurt me are the enemy. This is my gut response.
I have been working on what I have often heard called “leaning in” to the discomfort. If something triggers me, instead of questioning the cause of the anxiety to death, I just allow myself to sit with it and let it pass. If I need to make a decision and anxiety is right there thinking it’s going to help me make the decisions like it always has, I remind myself that either I don’t need to make or shouldn’t make any choices now; or, that I should not make a choice based upon fear.
Today, I have pretty much been anxious since the moment I woke up. I wonder if my anxiety medication dose is STILL too low, or if it was because I stayed up until 1am working on finances and rushed out of the door to work… every negative thought, feeling, or memory is congregating at the door of my mind, waiting to do what it is used to doing. My gut is screaming to let all the fearful thoughts in because “we gotta fix this somehow”. But, I won’t do that. Instead, I will acknowledge my old friends, wave at them through the gate, but say that I am busy right now and can’t entertain them. Instead, I think I’ll take a walk on this fine late winter, warm afternoon, read a good book, visit my parents, and listen to some live music.
-Bethany
Featured song below, a favorite of mine, aptly describes much of what I wrote about. “The Draw” Live String Version by Bastille:
I mainly speak of anxiety, depression, PTSD, or OCD here. If you have another condition that relates to something of an addiction, at least in the beginning stages, triggering people, places, or things should be avoided until you gain more control and heal.
I found this unfinished draft from a couple months ago and it was very interesting to view it from a more healthy standpoint:
“I have watched my life take a turn for the worst. I will not try to make things sound better than they have been. Currently, I cannot see any silver-lining, and it’s as if I am incapable of doing so. I have had to rely on everyone else in my life to provide me with hope, remind me what I love, and help me see past the tip of my nose.”
“So, I say “Hello!” from the rabbit hole. I am not sure who I say hello to, or what purpose it serves, but I will throw out my words into the abyss that lay before me, seeing what it returns.”
“I started anti-depressant medication a bit over a week ago, it’s to treat multiple ailments- anxiety, panic, depression, PTSD and a newly discovered friend OCD (turns out it can pertain to various things). I read up about the medication, Sertraline, and how most people – including my father- experienced their own personal hell for the first few weeks. So, this is where I currently float: a personal hell. Up is down, down is up, and with no end in sight I flail endlessly in this land of horror.”
An actually moment from the Rabbit Hole, I looked so tired and done. (I was taking a theology class, btw)
“I have discovered intrusive thoughts followed by OCD thought cycles as my main nemesis. I wake up most mornings being interrupted immediately by a “what if?” or “should” thought that usually taps into a deep fear of mine. It may be a genuine doubt or concern, but immediately my mind surmises that something must be done about it, or else face indefinite pain and misery. The thing is, most people experience feelings or thoughts of doubt, or about possibilities but can see them as non-harmful thoughts that pass by their mind’s eye. My mind sees them as a threat, as a virus, and plans and concocts what it must do to get rid of the pain it triggered, and do it fast.”
“This makes me fall into an obsessive thinking, mind trap, blowing up the concern- real or not- into something so big, it is as insurmountable as Mount Everest. Yet, my mind treks up the cold tundra alone, getting higher, and higher in altitude, losing air, making thoughts even more wild… This mountain, alas, is created by my mind, and I am simply doing mental aerobics, treading air, and to no end or avail. Once I realize it’s fruitless, and there is no solution in sight, I am already deep into the thought cycle.”
“I have two choices at this point: do some sort of compulsive activity to convince myself I’m okay (this can be with people, too) which will perpetuate the cyclic thinking; or, I can step back and realize I am in need, sit with the uncomfortable thought and let it pass rather than acting on a compulsion (in my case it was often excessive googling of my problems).”
I now sit here, mentally more healthy, and having taken back more control of my life. I have been taking an online course for the type of OCD I struggle with (Relationship OCD, or rOCD), and have been more actively seeking out resources and healthy ways to cope and heal.
Part of me taking more control of my life- and my struggles mainly relationship centric- is learning to stand up for myself in relationships and not tolerate things that have been hurtful or damaging to me. This looks like setting boundaries and healthy expectations for people who want to be close to me and practicing a little self-respect.
This also means breaking the cycles within which I am so fearful of the thoughts of others, and so susceptible to their opinions, that I consistently give all my own power away – thus I lose what makes me, me. I have not realized until this past year how I give the power for my decision making easily into the hands of other people. Usually voluntarily because I am so scared of losing their respect or love. If I agree with them and go along with everything, I won’t mess up this relationship, and I will remain in their affections… maybe they will love and appreciate me more.
With this defense mechanism that keeps people from truly knowing me and being vulnerable, I started to be driven to anxious extremes where my mind and then body was crying out to me and trying to signal that something needed attention, but I wasn’t listening. I was too scared of losing love and acceptance from others… even though I know for me, a lot of this can be traced back to trauma (as it was something subconsciously done), but it is at it’s core selfish. Love only occurs between any two people when each allows the other to see their true self.
I realize that I do this thing I’ll call mirroring. I mirror to the other person what I think they want to see, or even start to look like them in some ways, even if it’s not me at all. This causes a rift in my mind, and I begin to lose touch with my own needs, and my mind is only centered around the other person’s. My brain rationalizes it as being “selfless”, but really if I am hiding hurt, pain, or even irritation from someone it is not only disingenuous, but it is cruel because only resentment grows for them under a veneer of false “love”.
I have also realized in these past few months parts of my relationships with those around me are in need of repair, and as I see them repairing, I reach more soundness of mind as a result. Probably one of the biggest healing relationships for me has been with my mom. We have reconciled a lot of the unhealthy and broken parts of our relationship in the last year and have reached new levels of trust and friendship as we navigate our relationship – adult daughter and mother. Her support and validation of my feelings and choices, without a speck of judgement, has been one of the most healing things I have experienced. I notice things begin to align in my mind that have been out of place or broken for years… I don’t feel at the mercy of her expectations, but I just feel supported and loved.
Me and my lovely mom
I have a few more relationships on the list – with which I need to forgive, or ask forgiveness, or actively work out that reconciliation – and I am curious the rifts that will close when these occur. I am also looking forward to meeting “me”, the truer “me” that hides behind the will of other people. The “me” that God formed in my mother’s womb, and created to do amazing things for him that only I can do.
I realize, however, that I am not me without the people around me who love me… I can only become the truer “me” when I open up to love others, and be loved truly – disrupting my constructed paradigms.
My roomies always have a listening ear ❤
Note: I want to say that I hear a lot of speculation about “mental health”. I will say that unless you have experienced issues here, it is hard to understand. I don’t place it in importance above or below physical health issues… I see the body as a whole: mental, physical, spiritual. Mental health issues specifically refer to disorders occurring in the brain – which is an organ (so it could be contended that mental health is actually also under the physical health umbrella).
I think what trips people up is that treatment of mental health issues is largely subjective. Some people just need to talk things out to fix an issue occurring in their brain (such as if they are experiencing high levels of stress, which causes an imbalance in certain hormones and chemical functions). Psychology is a confounding practice, in my opinion, because the psychologist is essentially using techniques by way of questions, visualization, exercises, to “operate” on the abstract thing that is the mind – but changes are occurring in the physical organ in the brain if the treatment works. One thing I have noticed is that treatment is often only effective with a therapist if the patient is all in, and truly opens up and is vulnerable with the therapist. So really, it’s borrowing the wisdom and friendship (although it remains in the room) of another human.
Other patients will need to take medications that alters their brains chemical state in an effort to bring it back to a functional state. Some return to a “normal” after a few short months, and some are on medication for the remainder of their lives. Some people have such an imbalance or damage that they need to receive experimental treatments.
All aspects of our health can and usually do affect the other: chronic illness usually contributes to fatigue, then to depression/anxiety, then to disconnection with self and others (let’s call that spiritual health). Enter in on any one of these aspects and it’s the same: you are depressed/stressed, this leads to fatigue and lack of care for body, which can lead to chronic pains or sickness, and then disconnection. Or, you are disconnected with someone, this causes you to be depressed, thus your physical health goes down the drain.
If you are struggling to forgive or reconcile in relationships, a resource that was very helpful and insight was the book Unpunishable: Ending Our Love Affair With Punishment by Danny Silk. I don’t endorse the teaching of Bethel Ministries, but this book is sound and I recommend it!
Donrico and I arrived at the same time to the bubble tea joint I suggested to him. We arrived at the same time, and as always when I encounter him, am taken aback by the almost disturbing calm that Donrico exudes. It makes me feel as if I fumbling about with pleasantries unnecessarily. Overall, he exudes positivity, optimism, and holds no air of expectation – my oft pessimistic, cynical side gets short-circuited by people like that and is almost jealous of their carefree attitude. This is my impression of him, of course, people are often never what they appear to be.
We sat down with each of our drinks. I tried something new, and Donrico took my suggestion to try the cheese foam that I said was the best around. I had prepared some questions in advance for him so he could think of some answers. I am going to frame this post with those questions.
Please tell us your name, where you are from, and a little about yourself.
Donrico DeCastro, a.k.a. The Yellow Master, lives in Sacramento and has accepted his brand as one who writes sad ukulele songs. Even in my own experience listening to his music, his positive and happy face often contrasts against his introspective, weighty lyrics.
When did you first discover music?
Having grown up in a Filipino family, music was all around him. Filipino children were expected to sing at family parties, and the family was always up for a karaoke session at most gatherings. He was sort of expected to entertain his aunties and uncles. Therefore, performance and learning of various karaoke standards was very formative of his upbringing and formation as an artist. It wasn’t truly until his senior year of high school that he started to take an ownership of music for himself, and even began writing his own music.
What has music meant to you over the course of your life?
Fun little short song.
For Donrico, music to him has been an opportunity to tell people his story. In addition to that, it is a way he expresses what is going on inside. Knowing that Donrico comes across as a reserved individual, and as an introvert myself, I can identify with this – we need an outlet that is safe, and singing music – covers or his own – and writing has meant that to him. He also sees it as a way to share other’s stories. Donrico enjoys writing music based upon favorite movies and TV shows as a way to bring out other stories.
Why did you start writing and making your own music?
As previously mentioned, he didn’t really get started on that until his senior year of high school. The first song he wrote was actually a confession to a girl he liked. I am not even sure why I should bat an eye at this because men, for centuries, have never been more motivated to write with the intent to bear their feelings than when attempting to woo women. Singing his confession was a way to put it out into the air. He actually picked up an instrument as well because of this girl who was the bassist in the school band.
How has living with mental health issues affected the way you write music, perform, etc.?
Anxiety has been the toughest grapple for Donrico with performing. He is not anxious during performances, but it is the days leading up to that can become unbearable. He as even taken the day off of work the day of his performances due to the anxiety so that he can have time to relax beforehand.
Anxiety has not really affected his songwriting progress, but rather his experiences with broken relationships has driven him to write. After his divorce, he didn’t want to linger on those emotions but get them out on the page. We both agreed that it was these low points that propelled us to write, possibly out of necessity – if we remain there in that low place we can keep descending; but, not lingering too much on it and throwing it out on a page has proved very useful to processing that experience.
The current challenge Donrico faces is moving on from writing out the various nuances of this past experience. He desires to write about the present, what is happening in his life now. This has proven to be difficult, and we discussed it is possibly because of the vulnerability required to face one’s current state-of-being. Writing about the present has been more difficult, even for the Yellow Master – someone I perceive to be steeped in optimism – because it is a place of unknowing, and it is raw, and he is still learning what it means.
Next, we talked about his preshow ritual.
There is that eyepatch… looks awesome!
For Donrico, is includes donning his special arm band, his eye patch he jokingly says “blocks out half the people”, and by reminding himself that he is only responsible for the next step. All he needs to do is move up to the microphone and not thinking too much of what comes after. He has realized he has to make a plan, and strategize, in order to rise to the occasion. He consistently tells himself the old saying “every journey begins with a step”.
What I personally appreciated about hearing Donrico’s process of rising up to the stage is that although it was structured, or ritualistic, it operated from a place of complete self-awareness. I think often, I believe that I have to prepare for my shows, amp myself up, in ways that I have been modeled by others. Contrarily, as Donrico has shown to me, you must know yourself – your weaknesses, tendencies – so that you can then, in a way, hack yourself to rise above these weaknesses to do things that you really want to do. I think as performers, even those that don’t suffer crippling anxiety, we try to tell ourselves that we shouldn’t be anxious and try to shake it off… this is not helpful, but tries to avoid rather than to face and find a solution.
Donrico is facing the fact that he gets really anxious before shows by applying actionable solutions: he is kind to himself by taking the day off not to sit at home twiddling his thumbs but to get to work; next, he applies meaning, mantra, and motive to each action, making for himself a ritual; he dons his special band, which for him means it is time to move forward; he secures his eye patch over his eye because he knows that it helps him. In this, he is presenting someone who is completely Donrico, not bandaging over his problems, not projecting a self that pretends they don’t exist; but, rather coming with them represented in the state of being overcome, and not domineering his whole person. He is the Yellow Master. I appreciate this holistic and authentic approach.
What specific song of yours reflects a little bit of your own struggle?
As mentioned before, most of his music has revolved around relationships. After his divorce, he wrote the song “From We to Me”, which was based on the memory of him and his ex-wife. He gave a little insight into the story behind this song. I am just going to transcribe what he said:
“That was the right-after-the-divorce song…One thing that me and my ex-wife used to do is we talked about our five-year goal – where we are gonna be in five years. And, everyday we would work on it. Then, one day she said she wasn’t going to be a part of those five years. And that’s the title of the song “From We to Me”: trying to figure out how to go from that “we” back to “me”. Just being lost and trying to figure that out.”
Listen to that song here:
If you are a Christian, how has living with this issue impacted the way you relate to God? Live your faith out into the world? Relate to others?
When I asked this question, Donrico did not hesitate but the first thing he mentions is that “everything we have we owe to Him”. He also went on to speak of the relationship of God and music. Donrico sees the existence of music as the constant evidence of God’s existence and presence in the world.
I was really intrigued when I reiterated the question to him about the impact of anxiety in his relation to God and living out his faith in the world. Full of faith and trust, he began to relate the trials of this life to the trial Jesus went through spending forty days in the desert – things we have to go through in this life are usually necessary, often as a test. He sees these tests as indicators of God preparing him to do that things ahead of him – the outcome will indicate if he is ready yet. I was impressed by his simple trust in God to redeem things and situations that are pressing.
I am often problem-oriented. I see focusing on the problem as paramount to growth, but I have been often learning that living solution-oriented is more productive as well as hopeful. Donrico communicated this to me. He sees these “tests” not as a time to configure all the problems, but a time to make the most out of and devise solutions to move forward. I feel like I can convince myself that because I am trying to discover the holes and problems to fix, I am being productive. This, in fact, aids in stagnating the process because then no matter how accurate I have described the problem, there still needs to be actionable solutions which requires moving on from talk of the problem.
Focusing on my problems, in a sense, sets up camp in that proverbial desert God may have prepared for me to weather, rather than devising solutions and using my resources to move to a more sustainable environment. As Christians, those resources are available to us at any moment – God’s word, wise counsel from and refreshing communion with our brothers and sisters-in-christ, lifting our requests to God through prayer as he commands, and rejoicing in the Lord at all times.
How has it (mental health struggles) affected to way you have related to others?
A Yellow Master classic. The first one I heard from him.
When he was younger in high school, he tended to be loud, needy, and trying really hard to fit into a mold. All of his problems just resulted from his desire to be accepted by others… This sounds like the normal process of growing up. However, I remember being the same way – I cared way too. much about what people thought of me, thus I tried to do things that we amazing for the sole reason of feeling validated by my peers, whoever they were. Donrico mentions doing something like that, a vlog series that lasted three years, that he feels was not done because he enjoyed it, but done in a specific way to feel validated by his peers. He has mellowed with age as he have learned from others around him. He has stopped trying to impress others and instead has been more selective about who he lets close, not because he is afraid of anyone, but because he wants to be able to completely be himself.
What do you hope to accomplish by writing and putting your music out in the world?
Donrico just wants to tell stories. If he tells his story, and another person hears it, this is really how he lives on after he is gone. It’s his legacy. He recalls books such as Alice in Wonderland, where although the creators pass away, the story lives on. Specifically he recalls artists such as the Beatles, and Elton John, whose stories have lived on such that there are movies being made about their lives and their influence. He wishes to make music that resound with people and leaves a similar legacy.
In what ways has music helped you to manage your issues, or even find more wholeness and healing? Share a specific moment that you felt this.
Being a part of the community of Songwriters (Sacramento Songwriter Circles), has really helped him. When he was all alone, he was quite discouraged. However, when he is with a group, he begins to see how everyone else is doing and that he is not alone. This group has also caused him to rethink the process by considering multiple perspectives when writing his music – what is he thinking/feeling, how will the listener hear this, etc.
For Donrico, his songwriter community is everything. With his friends, acoustic duo Deux Coasts.
I added a question: Do you have any experiences that we have written a song for a specific person to process, and then performed it for them?
There is a song he wrote called “Victim” for a friend who was going through depression as a way to ensure them that he would always be there. He realized that there was nothing he could really do to help them except to tell them they were there to help. It helped deepen the friendship.
The fact that it was a song makes it different. Donrico says that anyone can tell you they will be there for you, but it’s not everyday they go out of their way to write a song about you. It creates something that is memorable for them, turns a negative moment into a positive and healing one.
Why do you think art and music are essential practices, forms, or tools for humans?
Music is a way of expression and a way to bring people together. Donrico mentioned the movie Bohemian Rhapsody when Queen performed their last concert as a benefit for AIDS irradiation in Africa. Their music brought the world together for this good cause. Some music has been used as negative propoganda, but there are moments like this that show of its power for good.
Music has been around since the beginning, and Donrico cannot imagine a world without music – even the animals have their song. He sees music as a more diverse tool for communication, more than simple language. Music ties into emotion, which is why music is often used in movies to add to the meaning, such as in scary movies. Certain movies would not be as scary, or as inspiring without that music in the background. The meaning reaches deeper into you when a message is delivered through or with music.
Ethereal old R&B sounding tune
What is some advice you can give to people dealing with mental health issues similar to yours, or artists/musicians in a similar boat?
For anxiety, especially performance-oriented, find a ritual that works for you. Realize that small steps in the direction you want, really do count. Moving slowly should not be discouraging… you will eventually reach that goal. Be patient with yourself.
WILD CARD: I know you are into anime and comic culture, right? To the not-yet-weeaboo out there, what anime would you recommend they watch first that has notably good music and why?
Without hesitation, the Yellow Master states: Cowboy Bebop. for a phenomenal soundtrack. Another one that he recommends for people interested in music and great stories is: Mongolian Chop Squad. The character is actually someone who joins a band and learns guitar for the first time. In addition, he also mentions One Punch Man – one I always hear my boyfriend going on about – but says it is one to watch later, not as a beginner.
Thank you Donrico for the interview! I was encouraged and I am sure others will be, too.
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I struggled to get started writing this post. I told myself as I started this blog that I was going to allow myself to write diary-like entries and not overthink. Nevertheless, I found myself thinking to myself it has to be a certain way and I need to be clear and concise. Perhaps, my wanting to be clear isn’t so bad, but I started to construct strategy so as to come across in a certain way rather than just being true to my vision for the blog – rip open my heart for others to take a peak.
Posting here because I think it’s funny hehe
NOTE: Music featured and tied to this post is both in the middle and at the end. You don’t wanna miss it.
So, where are we… oh, yea, the process (continual process) of me finding my own voice.
Well, most of this has happened since I began therapy two years ago. It’s not that I wasn’t joyful, happy before, or that I was a liar… it’s just that parts of my being whole as a human had been suppressed.
One day in early January 2017, my world as I knew it was shattered into a million pieces as a memory resurfaced. My mind and body became racked with PTSD. That can mean different things for different people. First, I was in shock, then I was angry, and then I mourned. I was completely broken. I withdrew from all ministry and extra-curricular (I was in my junior year at college) not from shame, but simply because my mind and body could not handle it all. At the same time, everything made sense. All of my crippling timidity, consistent self-sabotage, self-hatred, chronic self-blame, and distrust of people began to make complete sense. I almost felt relieved.
During that time, I remember simply not caring as much about my appearance as I used to… I couldn’t afford the stress. So, one day, where I was feeling particularly numb towards life, I came to school wearing the utmost baggy and unflattering clothing – an ill-fitting, old grey sweater draped over me like a security blanket. Disheveled, unwashed hair, unwashed face… this was actually the beginnings of regaining my voice. At least I was being honest.
First song I posted on SoundCloud, a cover and not my own, but I was able to use it to begin the journey of sharing my voice through music that night Sept 7, 2017 with this imperfect, one-take recording.
It has been a journey since then. Especially as I have grown into a *proper* adult, crawled out from my parent’s protective emotional covering, and have been tried and tested in new and unexpected ways. Most of these trials have revolved around interacting with humans, which makes complete sense considering I had, unbeknownst to me, been hiding away parts of myself; and, was a scared little girl just trying to please everyone so they wouldn’t get upset at me.
Honestly, I felt good after I *completed* my therapy Spring 2018. I felt confident in myself. I felt invincible. This quickly dissipated as I got myself involved in an unhealthy relationship that I had to cut off. However, I didn’t cut things off like I used to with people (friendships or romance), which was usually either silently disappearing or a wordless door slam. I decided that I had to speak my mind, my needs, and open up a conversation with the person rather than seeing their flaws or wrongs, then disappearing or cutting them out. Luckily this person was open to any sort of conversation. However, with a push from friends, I was able to cut it off because I knew it was going nowhere and was unhealthy with no prospects of repair. I only knew this because instead of running, I decided to push closer to the other human and open a dialogue. This was out of respect for them and myself. My old ways were simply self-preservation.
Started sharing my own music in 2018.
I cried for a week straight. A. Week. Even though it was a short-lived relationship. I cried for regret, for deceiving myself again, and because I thought I was better now and wouldn’t make those mistakes anymore. BUT, I also cried for relief because I had done better at saying everything I needed to say to that person and ending on good, clear terms.
My boyfriend said to me recently that I always seem to be struggling with something, and sometimes he is nervous that something is “bubbling” within me and gonna explode at any moment. He was just vocalizing a concern, but I saw it as an invitation to be more forward with him when thoughts began to spiral or doubts regarding our relationship fester.
He is not completely wrong to feel that way. This nothing-to-catastrophe way of dealing with things has been a problem for me. Most of the problem lies in silencing my voice when a less than savory thought enters my head, even if small or trivial, because I don’t want to disturb the other person; or, out of an unwillingness to explore deeper fears OR needs that lie within. As a result, the anxiety that I have been experiencing feeds on that negativity, tension, OR ambiguity and brings it to catastrophic levels. At that point, there lies in me a need to burst.
Promotional graphic from my second “show”. Having fun and being me.
It seems rather than being completely vulnerable with others and allowing them into my processing of doubts, concerns, vices, etc., I try my hand at configuring them – an impossible task when I have only my view and fear to dictate answers – only to be sucked into that fear vortex. Lately my body has been physically manifesting this anxious thinking by way of feeling “on fire”, numb, tingly, chest pain, and the feelings of needing to crawl out of my skin. I have noticed that these symptoms reduce at least 50%, sometimes 100%, when I reach out to someone to vent or process with, or if I directly address my needs or concerns to the relevant person.
What am I most afraid of? What makes me choose an isolated, crazed state over a connected, less crazed, emotionally free state?
It is fear of rejection of my doubts, needs, and concerns, because they may relate to that person and be challenging to them or even hurtful.
It is a fear of disappointment. That what I ask of others will be either impossible, refused completely, misunderstood, or in the end they cannot fulfill them.
Turns out I fear putting any sort of expectation on people. Yet, still I somehow put expectation on them without sharing… for my loved ones, the frustration becomes a feeling of uncertain expectation. It is clear to me now, that the expectation I have, but am afraid to admit, is that I want to be completely understood. I want to feel complete security. I want evidence every second to calm my nerves… an impossible task.
Talking at a songwriter feature event. Being completely vulnerable about the stories behind my songs.
Yet, the cynical side of me – no doubt laced with lies from the farthest reaches of hell – battles fiercely with that. No one can understand you at all. You aren’t actually worth your needs being met. There exists no one who will listen and consider your needs or expectations. No human can love your needy self, neither is anyone ever going to rise to your standards. You’ll regret ever trusting anyone and will be devastated in the end. Why even say anything. It’s hopeless. It will come to nothing. Just keep hiding it. Eventually you’ll figure it out. Just keep turning it over. No, God won’t help, he will just make you feel bad. He will just remind you how weak and incompetent you are…
As I have learned to use my voice gradually these last few years, I have noticed that people worth keeping close and trusting will (1) Listen actively to your needs, (2) Respond to them by opening a dialogue and compromise where appropriate, (3) Seek to meet your needs while keeping their own healthy boundaries established, (4) Make their needs known as well, (5) Show physical evidence of their efforts over time, (6) Be willing to revisit the conversation when needed, and (7) Won’t make you feel bad for having needs, but also won’t hold back criticism when it’s due.
Notice how I did not once say that my needs would be anticipated by those
After voicing my needs to see this goober (we were long distance, but not “official” per se), we arranged for my seeing him in Chicago. No matter where the Lord leads us, I’m glad you are in my life Matthew. I love you.
who love me… sure, over time, as we grow closer to people we can anticipate some needs. However, no human can anticipate or always read what you need without being explicitly told. We chose what kind of relationships we want. Even so, no human can perfectly fulfill my needs.
I have been relying too much on my boyfriend lately. Feeling upset at him because he is not perfect and has hurt me, because he cannot read my needs as they seem to hang heavy in the air, because he doesn’t seem as constantly worried about the problems in each of us and as a couple. And yet, every time I come to him with my needs or concerns he listens willingly, takes them into consideration, we open a dialogue (sometimes a bit messy and sometimes takes a multiple tries) to talk about what can be done to honor us both; he attempts to see my perspective and doesn’t make me feel bad for it, yet he also offers feedback exploring if certain fears or insecurities might be fueling my concerns.
Starting to express myself more, even down to my look in Fall 2018 (chopped locks, confident expression) Yes, that’s a yellow stain I didn’t notice was on my sleeve haha
Only God can see my needs, anticipate them, and only He can minister to my soul on a deeper spiritual level. I shouldn’t put this burden completely on others… I feel that with trusting in God alone over humans, I can then voice my needs without fear to people, knowing that they won’t be able to complete me and being okay with that. In his abundant grace and creativity, God can use them to minister to me. Everything good comes from him and is miraculous.
As I turn to God, pour out my anxiety and messy, irrational emotions to him, he hears me clearer, understands my needs deeper, and knows how to supply my needs better than anyone will ever be able. The more I trust that he hears me, the more that I can find that voice to bring out into the world to the ears of his created ones that they, too, will know of my God who does and will supply all my needs.
NOTE #2: After I finished this, I realized there will be a part 3… stay tuned. I will talk more about how the “reversal” in my present life.
Lord,
I am sorry for putting my trust in other people around me to completely fill all my needs. Nothing can truly satisfy me but you. Please help me to better voice my needs to others so that I can develop deeper, truer relationships that honor you and showcase your love. Help me to not trust anxiety as I grapple with concerns in my mind, but help me to put those anxieties regarding myself and others to rest by continuing to communicate them to loved ones, knowing that you created me not to live alone but to lean on others.
Your daughter by Grace,
Bethany
MUSIC FEATURE:
This song hit my like a ton of bricks today. Non-explicit version below this one.
Turns out the main singer of this amazing group, Chad Gardner, took this song directly from his own journal. The main singer deals with severe anxiety and experiences panic attacks on the regular. What a testimony. He presses through, with his voice shaking, language harsh, and brings his needs before God. He explodes with emotion at the end, rejoicing in the promises of God despite his questions and anxious fears that are “f**king violent”.
Help me to trust in you alone, God. Trust your promises.
There was a time when I was that bossy kid on the playground. It was kindergarten and I was enamored by the pink Power Ranger, Kimberly. Her cuteness. Her toughness. I wanted to be her. So, to no surprise, I would rouse my play companions into a game of Power Rangers during recess. I very distinctly remember sliding down a chute to stand up on the level edge of it, look down at the little boy who I had chosen as my victim, poise myself to launch a lethal jumping kick, and screech out some sort of battle cry. He ran away crying. I got in trouble and shamefully stood in timeout, looking down, half-understanding what I did wrong. This is the oldest memory I have of public shame, and it has stuck with me as if super-glued to my back. I can laugh at it, but I believe those sort of experiences of feeling ashamed fed my natural disposition of not wanting to upset another person, for fear or shame, or rejection.
A shift occurred around first grade when I suddenly turned inward on myself, every failure, mistake, or sin was glued on to me, creating a garment of shame. I became cautious of people, not wanting them to see me, one that crouched hiding shamefully in the corner still ruminating on that time that I cheated on the minute math test. I began to self punish as a way to diminish the need to talk things through with others. I was accountable only to me. I could control how people saw me.
I fiercely defended this impression management into my young adult years. I was that quiet, compliant good girl who listened to everything the teacher said, rarely talked back or disagreed with her parents, got the highest marks, volunteered as a leader in youth group, always said “yes”. In my efforts to maintain an appearance of being “okay”, I kept up these activities to prove my worth to others, and most importantly, to convince myself I was okay, and to do what I thought I needed to do to be worthy of God’s love. I did not know every action stemmed from a core belief of hating myself and thinking myself dirty and tainted.
To the far left at 14 or 15 years old, desperate for validation through achievement!
I didn’t share alternative opinions. I did not voice my true needs. I amended my needs to be what I presumed that person could conveniently help with… I changed myself for others, thus I changed with the wind. All of this resulted in my becoming so timid, that when the waitress was coming around to take orders, I would rehearse what I was going to say in my head, I don’t want to come off as scared, so I need to say it this way, or order this thing to make so and so think such and such… sweat would build on my forehead as the waitress approached and I would push the words through my mouth carefully and nervously, “I want the fajitas” as if we whole confidence hung upon it.
At ~16 years old… not truly known by others.
That was a silly example, but this is just the extent to which I would hide myself away. As a result, I also became averse to conflict and confrontation. I couldn’t handle argument without bursting into tears, though most of the time I would stay silent and stew in resentment. I would not reach out to others for help, thinking the things I was struggling with in my teenage years were shameful and would reveal my weakness. Then, perhaps, they would see the real me that hid behind the facade. I couldn’t let that happen. I was in it alone. I needed to figure it out alone. Prove to my self I was strong.
When I entered college, and started mingling with all sorts of people outside of my normal circles, I began to notice how stunted I was at living among people in a community authentically. I encountered truly authentic people that, when they looked at me, were truly looking at me. None of my rehearsed items or spiels would convince them… I could do nothing but end the conversation and leave, feeling utterly disturbed. I began opening up more to certain people, but there would always be a point where the relationship would plateau… all the things I’ve shared with them that were about me, about my past, what God has done in my life had been said… I wasn’t truly open to inviting others into my current process. That was where I drew the line. I have to figure it out, polish it up, make sense of it before I share, or else I’ll sound crazy, I’ll sound weak, I’ll sound evil…
Freshman year of college. Coming out of my shell more… can you spot me? 🙂
I entered therapy upon the recalling of a traumatic memory from about the time I was in first grade. Everything began to make sense as I realized an inner sense of self-hatred, blame, and worthlessness led to the progression of being myself as God intended loud and proud, to being simply a shell with a scared little girl hiding inside. I realized that I had essentially been changing myself for people because I was scared of them, scared to let them in to see all the brokenness, doubt, and ugliness. So I kept up an image to protect myself and ensure everyone, including myself, that I was okay. Once I realized what I had done, I was devastated… who am I anyways?What do I need?
This is where the “reversal” began: the journey of finding my voice again after it has been hidden away since my youth. This blog is my chance at utter vulnerability… I cringe when I read my old blogs because I was always trying so hard to be someone else, prove to myself that I was okay, or that I was better. I hope to instead come from the position of a sinner saved by grace, in continual, desperate need of a Savior.
As I have continued this journey I have realized this “reversal” has been rocky and I have gone to utter extremes, adopted victim mentalities, and been downright rude…
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