Mine was the day I got my first apartment. I was really just beginning in life and felt like I never really truly knew freedom and safety like having my own soverign space that nobody could revoke or meddle with
Two. First when my son was born. Great day.
Second was when I was trying a Jackson guitar in some store. I had been trying with music for awhile. Never made it huge but had some decent sized shows and then I got in an accident and lost a finger. Had to totally change how I used my pick hand to keep going. Probably lost some speed with my palm mutes. But learned to play lead better.
Well I was playing this Jackson and I shredded the pick all over the pick guard. Just fucking around with a Mesa Boogie Triple Rec. I look up and some kid about 8 years old said “You’re awesome!”. And I just told him “keep practicing kid.”
Never made it big. But man it feels good to inspire a new player.
My wedding day and they days both my kids were born.
Cliche I know.
Wow, what a day! Did you get married in the delivery room?
I don’t know the exact date but it was a spring day a little over 20 years ago now. I was in my early 20s and spent a lot of my free time hiking, camping, etc. At that time I was really heavily into caving, especially vertical caving where we would use ropes, harnesses, etc to explore chasms.
This particular day I was on a several day camping trip to a really popular area in a national park. In the night a big rainstorm came and everything flooded. I had been there several days with my friend and we didn’t get the memo about the storm coming and were curious why nobody else was camping there when it was usually packed that time of year.
The next morning we awoke and this campground (on the banks of a river) was halfway underwater. We soon learned that our road out was also underwater so we were trapped at the campground. We had plenty of supplies as we had been there several days with intentions to explore caves, etc.
Now from this campground there was a really popular hike through a canyon with stone arches, cool caves, waterfalls, etc that was normally packed. Since we had the place to ourselves we decided to do the hike. I should mention that this was quite dangerous as the first mile or so of the trail was now under 2+ feet of moving flood waters. We had wetsuits (for caving) and ropes so we geared up and braved the flood waters.
Dear reader it felt like such an epic adventure. I knew the landscape well from being there many times but this time was magical. There were massive waterfalls everywhere rushing through the green spring foliage. We had to use our technical rope skills to safely cross rushing white water streams but everything was so beautiful and dangerous.
I haven’t done it justice of course but it was just this perfect day where everything came together. I was young and healthy, I had my best partner with me, we had all of the right gear, the road being underwater meant we had the whole area to ourselves, and everything had been magically transformed into a waterfall adventure park for us to play.
I’m still chasing that feeling of pure joy I had that day.
I found a penny about 10 years after they were discontinued in my county. Such an amazing day.
That’s an awesome penny
Thanks.
Everybody’s stupid except me.
Only the truly dumb claim to be intelligent.
The day I exercised my freedom and freewill.
I have decided to clean my room and actually went through with it.
The trauma crippled me for the long time and I couldn’t do anything from my own violition. That day it has changed. I am in charge of my own life from that point onward.
(I hoped that it would be better. It’s still murky and gray but at least it’s not pitch black. There is a long way ahead of me)
I can’t remember anymore. Haven’t felt great happiness for decades
I almost had a happy day but my anxiety got in the way and I ruined it.
At this point, a day where I don’t feel like a total fuck up is the best I get. I’ll keep working on it and maybe I’ll have friends again.
Idk if this is valuable to you but it was to me so I’ll take a shot. This is about social anxiety but can apply to other types as well imo.
I learned that my social anxiety was because I would not stick up for myself. Anxiety and “fight or flight” are physiologically the same thing, so my anxiety was my body freaking out that I may be abused in conversation with no way to defend myself.
I spent years learning healthy boundaries and effective ways to handle conflict and confrontation and in my mid 30s I finally feel like I’m crawling out of the hole.
It’s a little annoying the thing I was anxious about and avoiding (conflict, embarrassment, making a scene if necessary) was actually the thing keeping me anxious in the first place but I’m glad I’m back on the climb out now.
I wish you luck in your journey, stranger.
I appreciate it. I’ve been feeling pretty down lately and this has helped.
I know I can do better.
Thank you for your encouragement.
I recommend mindfulness training if you can. There’s a big difference between:
- “I’m a fuckup”
- “I feel like a fuckup”
- “I notice I feel like a fuckup”
- “I see that I wanted to label myself as a fuckup”
Brains and bodies will automatically attract to higher levels of comfort or peace, so you can start to see the trends in your mental health, it will literally pull you toward fixing it. It may not be a complete fix by itself, but you’ll be surprised how much it will do for you.
You are not your illness. Would you feel empathy for a friend with anxiety? Likely yes. If you give them that grace, why not yourself too?
I hope/am glad if this stuff helps.
It does help. I’m totally overthinking every little thing involving a couple of my friends.
I really need to get out and try to meet some new folks. I know I can do it. I just need to convince myself that I’m worth the effort.
It’s a funny thing, once the whole “boundaries” thing starts to click it sort of becomes addicting as you slowly realize “oh, I can say no to things I don’t like” or “I can ask for the things I wish I had”.
Eventually that leads to the secure attachment style (still working on this one myself). But since this began to “click” I have made 3 excellent friends that I don’t feel like I need to perform around and it’s wild to me.
Are you autistic/neurodivergent by chance? I am, and I read a book called “Unmasking Autism” by Devon Price, PhD and it helped a lot with this for me. Not sure if it would mean anything to people who aren’t though.
When I learned to smoke fish on the BBQ, I invited my family over, and my sister asked for a second serving.
When I proposed to my now husband.
I like that, I really feel like women and men would both benefit if women feel empowered and confident proposing as well
I agree with the sentiment but we don’t know if the person who you replied to is a woman
Whoops, no idea why my mind filled in the blanks randomly, my statement obviously stands but its a quasi-non-sequitar in light of that 😅
All good, friend.
June 25, 2009
No, not because Michael Jackson died, I had my first ever date and got a girlfriend.
Today because it’s a new day and a new chance to try to make things better.
Day I got married.
Next would be the time the bartender offered me the half pint of beer for free while he went to change the keg.
A specific day? I’m not sure. But I helped put my family back together after an absolutely brutal year that went straight into the pandemic. I brought my divorced parents back together. Not together-together, but they’re friends and we all hang out together. I care for my mom with my wife and sister’s help; got her much healthier and off alcohol. I care for my dad and got him independent. I helped mend their relationship. I mended my relationship with my brother who I didn’t speak to for years in lieu of this fallout and after battling it out with literally hundreds of thousands of words back and forth in letters.
I have one last puzzle to solve. In time, hopefully…
I’ve been so happy and grateful to spend time with my family largely as a whole again. To see my parents brighten up so much while playing with their grandkids is something I’ll always have as a core memory. Takes me back to my own childhood, too.
When asked if I’m better off now than I was 4 years ago, I can’t answer more instantly and definitely yes. I never want to go back to those terrible years, where covid was the least of my issues. Sure there is a lot of chaos in the world right now and this election is making me anxious, but I know my kids and family are much better off than what people are dealing with elsewhere in the world right now and I refuse to take that for granted.
So I guess I’m expressing a more slow burn of contentment.
What do you think was the cause of your success with that this time? There’s unhealthy ways to do everything you mentioned so I wanted to get your take on what worked out for ya
It’s hard to say. A combination of factors. Knowing them all really well, sincerely loving them and wishing to see the best of them all. Trying to act as a sort of translator for incessant miscommunications between them… As though people are operating on different frequencies. Addressing secondary factors that were contributing to stress or altered mental states… Also just a lot of time. These things can’t be rushed and resolution probably couldn’t have ever happened under a quicker timeline than 2-3 years with baby-steps and leaps of faith at the same time. It’s very delicate and you’re right there are unhealthy ways that force people back into things they were uncomfortable with. I made an effort to avoid that. I bore witness to my older sister going through this when my parents separated in earlier years and I learned a lot about how people argue and in different ways and what they’re really after. Long discussions, 6-8 hours long for weeks on end. Standing up to my parents at different times. I probably stopped my dad’s suicide or worse and I stopped my mom from her own downward spiral of depression.
Anyways, yeah those were hard times. Combine with my wife being pregnant with our first born and raising a newborn during this time, during covid, while we both work at hospitals — while my parents were living under our roof — was the extra cherry on top lol… I think we all came out better in the end, though.
Both my wife and I come from divorced parents and make a concerted effort to never do that kind of shit and to never let our children suffer from that. I’m very fortunate in that respect as well.
I can’t really think of one worth mentioning
I never really truly knew freedom and safety like having my own soverign space
Not to poop on your parade but I don’t think I’ll ever experience that in my life :(
