All that I am, all that I ever was…

I am more than my mental health. I am more than my homelessness. I am more than any one aspect of me. I am Addy. And this is…


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Unsent Letter #7: And before you think it – no, I’m not trying to flirt with you!

The idea for this series came to me last week whilst writing about how social anxiety has affected my life. How my inability to share myself with others prevented me from saying the things I really wanted to say. So, last night, I tore a sheet of paper into 100 pieces and upon each one wrote a name. These names were partners, teachers, acquaintances, ex-work colleagues, family members, old friends and random strangers who made a significant impact on my life.

Each day this week I will draw one of these names at random and then write them a letter.

The only rules for this challenge are:

1) The person will remain anonymous.
2) The letter should include unsaid things I always held back.
3) It shall be written as a sixty minute stream of consciousness. (i.e. no painful seven hour editing sessions, so please excuse any grammar and/or spelling mistakes)

So with all that in mind…[shakes beanie, shakes beanie again, once more for good measure, plunges hand into sea of scrunched up piece of paper, selects, reads name]…okay, this is going to be a little interesting. And difficult. Apologies in advance if I lose my way on this one!

9 September 2012

Dear ——–,

I know you’re not one for taking orders, you’re stubborn like that, but for the first time in your life you will do exactly what I tell you to do, understand? Trust me, you’re gonna want to.

Okay, I want you to grab a couple of bars of chocolate, a mirror and a bottle of water (it’s very important that it’s water) and then you’re going to walk to the Castle. Yes, there! See, told you I knew you! Not every day you receive a letter from someone who knows exactly what you’re thinking, is it?

You are not to read any further until you are safely nested away in your Fortress of Solitude, got me?

I’ll see you in about twenty minutes.

Okay. Settled in?

Good. You may proceed.

——–…I’m Addy, aka, you in twenty years.

I’m writing to you because in September 2012 you come up with a crazy idea to write a series of unsent letters on your blog (you’ll understand in time) to important people in your life. You don’t decide who will receive these letters yourself, but instead write down a hundred names and then draw the lucky recipient at random. You’re supposed to keep them anonymous, but given I’m writing to little-me, I’m bending that rule from now on!

Today, Andrew, your name came out of the hat. And yes, you are important to me, even if neither of us believes it.

So, before I go any further, I want you to pick up the mirror I asked you to bring. I want you to spend the next five minutes just looking at yourself. Look at your hair, your nose, your lips and the funny little scar above your eyebrow. Look at your eyes, I mean really look at them. Now stand up and take your top off, look at your chest and nipples, look at your back, your freckles and muscles. Unbuckle your belt and take a gander at your penis. No need to strip fully, just look at it. Run your hands over your body, feel your skin, your hair, your earlobes. Squeeze your buttocks. Wiggle your toes. And before you think it – no I’m not trying to flirt with you!

I know you Andrew. I know how much you hate yourself. All those hours you spend sitting in your room carving patterns into your leg with those scissors isn’t just because of the emotional pain. I know you’re telling yourself that, because I did.

You’re self-harming because you hate yourself on every level.

You despise the way you think; the way you can’t talk to people, the way you can’t talk to girls (especially Kathryn, but we’ll get to her in a minute), the way you think you’re useless at everything you do.

You hate how you look; your thin lips, your unmanageable hair, your weight, your chubby backside.

You abhor yourself so much you just want to end it all. No need to fake denial, Andrew, I’m you remember!

Well, I need you to understand that it’s all wrong. You’re suffering from an illness that’s all. It’s not an illness that affects the body – like mum’s diabetes or dad’s asthma – it’s an illness that affects the mind – like Kathryn’s anorexia or mum’s depression. I know you don’t know this yet, but you will, and I really, really, need you to start changing the way you think.

You are a beautiful boy, Andrew, really, truly, honestly. In a few years you’re gonna have girls wanting to strip those clothes off right where you stand but if you continue thinking the way you do you’ll bottle out and miss out on seeing their cute backsides!

You are not useless. You are not worthless. You are not stupid. You are not ugly. You are not grotesque. You are not evil.

You are the exact opposite.

Think of you’re writing, how creative you are, how you spend hour upon hour drawing portraits of Peter Davison and Sarah Sutton. They’re good, Andrew, really good! Think of how imaginative you are, how your fantasies run so wild you spend weeks writing story after story. Think of how much you care. How you’re always trying to help people – mum and dad, Kathryn, your classmates. Think of when you helped that man cross the road even though those prats ripped the shit out of you for days afterwards. Think of when you helped the old woman on your paper round when she slipped on her front steps. Not everyone would do that, Andrew, but you do.

You spend so much time worrying about everyone else’s happiness you don’t leave any time to think of your own.

And you need to!

You need to be nicer to yourself. You need to stop berating and beating on yourself. You need to be kind to the only person you will spend your whole life with you. It’s not fat, it’s a challenge. Your hair isn’t unmanageable, it’s rugged. That butt of yours isn’t chubby, it’s spankalicious. Your nipples aren’t pathetic, they’re Super-Nipples (you’ll laugh when she says that, but it will make you so happy!)

Before we go any further Andrew you need to promise me that whenever you catch yourself thinking negative thoughts about yourself you’ll stop, take a breath, and twist them around just like I did above.

Because if you don’t do that you’re going to start self-harming more and more to get the same hit. You’ll move on from scissors to knives. You’ll start pondering matches, and then entire boxes, and you don’t want to go there Andrew, believe me, I speak from bitter experience.

OK? We got a deal?

Good.

Now, Kathryn. Not your sister, the other one. The one you’ve been dreaming about every day for the last eleven months. The one with the magical eyes, heart stopping smile and excellent bottom. You’ll learn for certain as you get older that women are scary, and enchanting, and terrifying, and amazing, and frightening, and the greatest thing on Earth. Seriously, Andrew, women have it all worked out. They are smarter than boys, funnier than boys, better looking than boys and you get on with them far better than you do the males of the species – even if that’s hard to understand right now.

What you’ll also learn over time is that, no matter what the media tells you, women and men are basically the same. We all want the same things; love, affection, care, compassion, orgasms and ice-cream. Not necessarily in that order.

They’re not going to bite your head off and feed it to their offspring. They’re not going to stab you in the eye with an ice-pick if you say something stupid. And they’re not going to chain you to a wall and whip you to within an inch of your life unless you ask them to and/or pay for the privilege.

What I’m getting at Andrew, is your anxieties over talking to Kathryn are powered by the same issues that’s clouded your opinion of yourself. You’ve convinced yourself you’re a terrible person so you can’t imagine how she could ever be interested in you, whereas you’re an awesome person (change your thinking, remember) and she’d be lucky to have someone as amazing as you in her life.

So stop umming and ahhing and convincing yourself it’s all too hard, just walk up to her and say ‘hello’!

That’s all you need to do. After that, it’ll be second nature.

As for the other Kathryn, there’s nothing you can do about her right now other than what you’re doing. Although, in a few years, when the family goes to Great Ormond Street – do whatever you can to convince mum and dad that she should be in there! She won’t get the treatment she needs where she is, regardless of what anyone tells you. So if you want to help her, make it happen! Okay?

POP QUIZ HOTSHOT (you’ll understand that in a few years) Fill in the blank….your feet are                                 .

The reason I’m saying all this Andrew is that you think you won’t always be like this, but the way you’re thinking at the moment is only going to get worse if you don’t take care of it now. In a few years you’ll be thinking of killing yourself, a few years after that you’ll be running away from home, and a few years later you’ll be so caught up in the cycle of negativity and self-harm you won’t know how else to live. You’ll end up homeless, isolated and alone.

And you deserve more than that!

You are an amazing kid, Andrew, looking back now I can see that – and I wish I had someone telling me all this when I was your age. Hence, why I’m breaking the laws of space and time to try change things! Although I can’t give too much away – partly because of the time-continuum, partly because I don’t want to spoil too much – here’s a few things to keep in mind:

– In 1995, when it comes to choosing your A-Levels, listen to your HEART not your anxiety!

– In 1997, phone home first.

– In 1999, don’t question the woman with the left-hand side obsession.

– In 1999, remember the word Walkabout.

– In 1999, listen to what Alice tells you instead of thinking it’s a joke.

– In 1999, tell the person who paints your face what you’re too afraid to tell Kathryn right now.

– In 2000, the woman who slaps you in the face needs your help. Do everything and anything you can!

– In 2000, don’t listen to your ethical code; you will regret it for the rest of your existence!

– In 2001, remember the initials V.S.P

– In 2002, listen to your heart and punch you’ll know you in the face.

– In 2004, suggest you wear a wedding dress as a form of protest.

– In 2004, don’t worry, she’ll be back.

– In 2006, trust the taller one.

– In 2006, remember to say what you’re thinking when you’re eating soup.

– In 2007, if you’ve forgotten all of the above and things play out exactly as they have, remember:

– In 2007, do not drink the Gin and Tonic. If you do, and it happens (believe me, you’ll know what), tell someone.

– In 2007, triple bind the scarf to stop it stretching.

– In 2008, someone will offer to repay you in kind, accept it.

– In 2008, call her! Just fucking call her. Do not let anything, anyone or any anxiety stop you!

– In 2009, the person who shares the name of someone in your past needs your help. Do everything and anything you can!

– In 2009, remember a synonym for rocky pinnacle; not a flightless bird.

– In 2009, do not click ‘publish’ when mentally unstable.

– In 2010, they are not offering Salvation!

– In 2011, if you’ve forgotten all of the above and things play out exactly as they have, buy a new belt, yours is getting weak!

Hopefully you’ll only need to remember the first item to give you the life you want; I’m just trying to cover all the bases!

Now, with all that in mind, and without trying to embarrass you, I need to talk briefly about you know what. If I remember rightly you’ve already started thinking about it and you’ve already started convincing yourself that it’s wrong, bizarre and downright disgusting. But remember what I told you? CHANGE YOUR THINKING!

POP QUIZ HOTSHOT: Fill in the blank…your thoughts about this are                                                                 .

I told you to think positive! Now, given I know you won’t want this written down anywhere – prying eyes and all – I want to let you in on a few things. Firstly, you are not alone! There are many people who think the same way you do – millions upon millions of them! Secondly, in about five years you’ll discover something called the Internet and when you do you’ll berate yourself for wanting to type something in. Don’t! Because you’ll finally learn that I was speaking the truth when I said you weren’t alone. Thirdly, there is nothing wrong with it! Fourthly, never, ever, ever, let anyone stop you from experiencing it.

Life is meant to be lived, Andrew, never forget that! You don’t want to get to my age and still have this as a fantasy! It will invest you like a parasite and devour you from the inside out! Just embrace it!

You see Andrew, like all those body issues and mind fucks you give yourself, this is just another part of the anxiety; another reason to hate yourself, another reason to convince yourself you’re the world’s most grotesque human being.

Whereas in reality, it’s just another reason to love yourself even more!

Like your writing, your art, your imagination, your compassion, your creativity, your passion…this is just another small stitch in the multi-coloured tapestry that is you!

No-one will ever define who you are Andrew, trust me on that. People will try. Oh, believe me they’ll try! But no matter what gets thrown at you, you don’t let them. You channel your strength and keep trying to be the best version of yourself you can be. This is what you need to start doing now.

Don’t let anyone tell you how to live your life. Don’t let anyone tell you who you are. Don’t let anyone control your destiny. Not those cunts at school, not your sister, not your teachers, naysayers or abusers. You – and you alone – are in charge of your life.

So as long as you believe in me like I believe in you, we’ll be just fine.

Take care my friend, be nice to yourself, always.

With love and hugs,

Addy xx

PS…In 1996 you will become disheartened and question your faith…just remember 2005!

PPS…POP QUIZ HOTSHOT: Fill in the blank…The freckles on your hand are                                                  .

PPPS…Yes, I still write dozens of PSs!

PPPPS…Please stop hating yourself so much, no matter what you or anyone tells you, you really are a good person.


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010. They tell you to just be yourself and then they judge you

Yesterday I had a conversation with my counselor. He is a lovely man; we share a similar sense of humour, one session was basically a conversation about Fringe, we quite frequently take the piss out of the whining bunch of sooks Australians have become and yesterday decided within a generation or two this country would become something really quite appalling.

But our conversations are not just about underrated science-fiction television series and the grotesque state Australia allows itself to be in, they are also about me, and yesterday, our session revolved around my emotions.

I told him about how I had restarted my blog, how I was trying to refocus my mind, how I was trying to put myself back out there – and – like all good counselors, psychologists and mental health people, he asked me how this made me feel.

And I told him the truth: nothing.

He asked me when the last time I experienced something that resulted in happy, positive emotions.

And I told him the truth: I don’t remember.

As the conversation progressed I described how, when I was younger, I was uber-emotional. Not just good emotions or bad emotions but all emotions. I could veer from pure ecstasy to bawling my eyes out in a matter of milliseconds. I didn’t just feel for me, I felt for my family, for my classmates, for random strangers, for small snails that I passed on the way to school. Guilt, fear, joy, surprise, shame, envy, disgust, pride…the whole gauntlet of simple to pure to complex emotions.

But the abuse changed all that.

The inner tradesman in me built walls around my mind whilst the inner castle builder constructed ramparts, battlements, moats at the same time as my inner electrician checked the meter and switched off the electrical connections. Since the abuse I have emotionally withdrawn from life. I won’t let anyone get close; will not allow a single emotion to pass through me for fear of finding myself in the same situation. If you look up the word ‘numb’ in an illustrated dictionary you will see a sketch drawing of me.

Over the years I learned how to be nobody. I feared sharing my opinions would result in a barrage of insult and criticism, further damaging my fragile self –esteem. I believed the words my abuser hurled were true, that I was useless, worthless, a waste of space, that I would never achieve anything. That I was evil; a cancerous cell that infests and brings pain to all I touch.

Every occasion I’ve lowered my defenses and tried to share myself with the world has failed.

A woman I dated for a time would tell me “I know I told you I’d do this but I’m not going to as I now realize you would enjoy it, and as your girlfriend, I’m not supposed to do things you would enjoy” A sentence that told me my happiness, the things I wanted to experience were not important; that I wasn’t important. Organizations established to assist in helping the homeless laughed my plight away by telling me there were people worse off than I was. That I shouldn’t be complaining about my pain and just get on with things. People I tried to befriend, that I forced myself to trust and believe, would tell me I was wrong; that I needed to be fixed.

Cue return phone calls to all the tradesmen, castle builders and electricians. Cue a phone call from a passing Kryptonian to create a fortress of such solitude nothing could penetrate its defenses and I could live in relative, albeit, painful safety.

As an example of how this has affected me, I told my counselor of how, in times long gone, I wrote highly personal pieces showcasing specific periods of my life: of my self harm, my suicide attempts, my homelessness, the effects abuse has had on me. In each of those pieces I wrote of myself and emotions. Now, I struggle to write anything that even borders on personal feeling. Posts that are nothing more than inconsequential ramblings over nothing specific.

My counselor asked me what I wanted to write about:

  • The things I used to write about. Pieces that I felt made a difference and were effective in changing opinion or highlighting the forgotten problems in society.
  • The things I’ve never written about. Pieces I’ve been writing in my mind for nearly half a decade but refuse to allow onto the page.

He asked me why I didn’t write about these things:

  • Because I lost job opportunities as a result of blogging about mental illness.
  • Because I’ve been discriminated against because of homelessness.
  • Because I have been continually called evil for passions that others consider ‘wrong’.
  • Because I can’t handle the abuse anymore.

He asked me what would happen if I were to write about these things:

  • Insult
  • Attack
  • Abuse; from others and from myself.

He asked me what I meant by that:

  • Because I’ve been bullied and abused all my life, and now there is no-one to do it to me, I do it to myself for it’s all I know.
  • Because throughout my life I’ve been belittled into believing I am not important, that I am nobody, that I deserve nothing.

The reason that I dislike the term ‘be yourself’ is because I think it’s a pointless piece of advice that means nothing. Or, to be more precise, I have been made to believe through bullying and abuse that we are not allowed to be ourselves.

A cursory glance over Twitter will see tweets derogatory and abusive in nature purely because someone takes offense at someone else just being themselves. A quick glance through any newspaper will inform you what you should be eating, drinking, smoking, thinking, believing, doing and if you are not, you are ‘wrong’. A flick through various television stations will reinforce these same things.

The world is constantly telling us who we should be and belittles anyone who thinks otherwise.

There is nothing more in this world I want than to be myself. To be able to regain the scale of emotion that I used to feel, to put pen to paper or finger to keyboard and share whatever thoughts or feelings I have without censoring myself out of fear of ridicule, abuse or pain. To love myself as deeply and broadly as I once did.

To be yourself in this world you need a firm knowledge and understanding of who you are; the things that drive you, the passions that fuel you and the beliefs that empower you. You also need the confidence to stand up and share this with the world.

I can still answer each of those questions at the drop of a hat, I’ve been able to for years. I just lack the confidence that is needed and I hope the work I’m doing with my counselor will help me regain that bravery.

Right now, I do not have enough belief in the world to just be myself.

I’ll let you know when I do.