How I Got Here.
Father of two…
I take pictures, write, and obsess.
You can find Joe bouncing around New York City or by a lakeside fire. I was on a Pearl Jam kick, and I am now starting my day with The Revivalists.
How I Got Here.
Father of two…
I take pictures, write, and obsess.
You can find Joe bouncing around New York City or by a lakeside fire. I was on a Pearl Jam kick, and I am now starting my day with The Revivalists.
I took my first drink at age ten, followed shortly after that by prescription drugs. The moment alcohol touched my lips and hit my brain, I finally felt like I was home. By age seventeen, I overdosed and was hospitalized. You would think this would have set off red flags, but I was off to the races instead.
I started a landscaping business in my mid-teens. I went to school and built a successful business during the day, but when night fell, I turned to alcohol and pills to relieve myself from the pressure of perfectionism due to shame. I never felt good enough. The drugs and alcohol took me out of my shame and self-hate. By my late teens, the days became harder and harder to manage sober, so I sold my business to become a bartender and standup comic. I was now surrounded by my first love all day, every day.
With standup and staying high as my main objective, I spent most of my twenties on the road, performing at comedy clubs up and down the East Coast. As much as the audience would fill me up and keep me away from the feelings I had been running from. Once I got off that stage. the loneliness, sadness, and shame would return. My addictions were driving me to dark and dangerous places, and the way I was living was no longer safe. Near the end of a lengthy stretch on the road, I found myself in a situation that shook me into reality; alcoholics call it “a moment of clarity.” I knew if I did not make a change, things would not end well for me. I returned home and never went on the road again. I performed in the tri-state area for some time, but you can make a living doing standup locally. During this time, I would have random blackouts, not the drinking kind.
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Still sober and going strong. I had a family, a house in the suburbs, and a successful business. Finally, I arrived at a place where I had accomplished and acquired enough to keep the shame away. I perfected the role in my family system and my false self. For the first time, life was good, and I felt like I had arrived and fulfilled the image I needed not to hate myself. My life was simple and predictable, everything I never had. I was happy and content. No one could have predicted what came next.
In the span of 18 months, I lost the business, life savings, wife, and kids half the time, was in bankruptcy, and moved out with a pillow, laptop, and suitcase, and experienced loss on a level I have never known. Everything I worked so hard for is gone, and I’m starting over with nothing. I stayed positive and put all I had into my children while learning to be single again.
Before I even started dating, I met the most dynamic woman. It was a storybook romance. Everyone could see it. I did not know you could feel this way about someone. While away on vacation, she told me she loved me and wanted to spend the rest of her life with me and raise our families together. I could not be happier!
While out for a jog, she was hit by a car, suffered a traumatic brain injury, and shattered her bones. I could not find her for hours, and she was almost gone when I did. When she regained consciousness, she did not know who I was. She had no memory of us being together one hour after we decided to spend life together. To make a long story short, I started falling apart as she got better. I buried all the fear, hurt, and sorrow while caring for her and her mother. When they didn’t need to be taken care of, everything I buried surfaced and fell apart in a way I had never experienced before. I could not function in any capacity. I fell into a hopeless abyss.
That was too much loss in such a short for me to handle. I threw away 17 years of sobriety and was back to blackout drinking within six months. I ran hard in the single and music scene for a few years. I was back to my seventeen-year-old self again. The addict in me took me over, and I was heading nowhere fast, and I could not find the breaks. Until I woke up in someone’s backyard in another borough, not knowing whose house it was, who I was with last night, or where my car was. I finally found the breaks and weened myself off of that lifestyle. When I did, I found myself alone and was bathed in shame. I was becoming agoraphobic, suffering from mercury poisoning, and not having a place to live. Just a few years ago, I had a family, a house, a business, and money in the bank, and today, I’m alone, physically ill, bankrupt, and living in a room. I could not feel any lower. This is the deepest shame I have ever felt. I could never name the feeling that had driven me for so long. This is the place where I Identified the driving force; it was shame. If i didn’t sit with it for so long, i would have never understood it. You have to feel your way through.
This was another moment of clarity. I had been putting so much distance from my feelings because I feared my body’s reactions. I have been looking for approval at every turn and drinking, drugging, gambling, working, obsessing just not to feel. I now know that nothing outside of myself could make me happy. That happiness is making peace with yourself. But how in the world do you do that?
Even with this moment of clarity, I was still a shell of a human being. A soft breeze could knock me over. Making coffee was a two-hour event in my head. I could not fight my way out of a paper bag. It is here where I learned to sit with my feelings. It wasn’t a conscious choice. I was so beaten down that I did not have the energy to pretend anymore. I could not live the lie anymore. I was finally able to see what I really thought of myself and all the things I had done to get love and attention. I felt humiliated at what I saw. I became what I felt about myself, nothing.
As I’m writing this, it’s bringing up painful memories. As I’m remembering the past, I can feel it. It never goes away. We need to learn how to live with it. We have to grieve it so it’s not an open wound but a scar.
How do we turn wounds into scars? We tend to the wounds. We get in there and feel the hurt, pain, and shame. We sit with it, let it take us over, and get comfortable with being uncomfortable. We learn how to stop self-abandoning and self-hating. We have to come out of hiding, we have to be seen, we need positive mirroring. We need to learn how to say no and to disappoint people. Most of all we learn how to forgive ourselves.
As I tried to make sense of my new way of being, I went to my go-to to sort out the crazy in my head, but writing no longer worked. I could not process it in my head, and I could not write it out. At this point, I’m estranged from my family and lost all connections with friends. It’s Christmas morning, the kids are with their mom, I’m all alone and don’t want to be here anymore. Knowing I could not do that to my kids, I had to figure something out quickly. I went to the office on Christmas day, plugged a microphone into my Mac, and started talking. To this day, I have no idea what possessed me to do this, but when I started speaking, I went to this place of harmony. I was in tune with myself. For the first time, I verbalized precisely what I felt when I felt it. From my heart and soul with no filter. When I pressed stop, I felt relief. It was out of me, and I wasn’t carrying it anymore. There was this relief I never felt before, and it lasted until later that evening when I started to judge and shame myself. Then, the negotiation started between my false self and my authentic self. Putting my thoughts down on tape felt right, but I shamed myself when I looked at it through the lens of my family system. There was a battle inside me: what felt right vs what looked right. What felt right won out for the first time over what looked right. I kept recording my thoughts and kept feeling better. I was outing myself to myself in these recordings.
I was in tune with myself. For the first time, I verbalized precisely what I felt when I felt it. From my heart and soul with no filter. When I pressed stop, I felt relief. It was out of me, and I wasn’t carrying it anymore. There was this relief I never felt before, and it lasted until later that evening when I started to judge and shame myself. Then, the negotiation started between my false self and my authentic self. Putting my thoughts down on tape felt right, but I shamed myself when I looked at it through the lens of my family system. There was a battle inside me: what felt right vs what looked right. What felt right won out for the first time over what looked right. I kept recording my thoughts and kept feeling better. I was outing myself to myself in these recordings.
Again, I don’t know what made me do this, but I let someone I trusted listen to one of the recordings, and he said to me, “How is this not a podcast?” my reply was, nobody can know how crazy I am. He replied, “You’re crazy if you don’t put this out there. I sat with that for a while, and at some point, I pulled the trigger and put up the first episode. As soon as I push publish, I feel like I hid under the covers and had my fingers in my ears. I was terrified that it was out in the world. That’s when the negotiation started again, the battle inside between the false self and the authentic self. The authentic self won with much help from all of you. I’m blown away by the feedback and the positive mirroring I have received from you. I never imagined that there were others in the world like me who understands my pain and struggles.
I have worked through my family system and the role I played in it. I’m at peace with myself. I finally feel good enough. I never envisioned this life I’m living, and believe me, this would not have been my choice, but this is where I ended up. It’s my life, and I’m living it my way. I found a way through the trauma, neglect, abuse, and shame, and I cannot keep it to myself in good conscience. This is why I coach. I want to be for people what I needed in that place of hopelessness. There is a way through; it is not easy, but it is worth it! Mostly, I’m still alone and grinding it out, but I’m living my best life because it’s my life, my way, and I have never felt better about myself. I had a choice: live with the dull ache of shame forever or go into my darkness, make peace with it, and learn how to treat myself the way I deserve to be treated and that’s just what I did, and you can do it too!
I live where I’ve always dreamed of living, in the heart of Manhattan. Since I’ve moved here, I feel like I’m on vacation. It’s never boring and free of judgment. I have met incredible people and seen amazingly talented musicians, performers, and comics. I want back to playing ball, my inner child has been screaming for some fun, and now I make time for that and will not compromise it for anyone. I know what I need, and I take care of my well-being. I don’t let people guilt and shame me anymore, and I’m getting good at saying no. I was stuck as an emotional child, I went back to the child, and I nurtured and cared for him the way he should have been. i no longer feel like an emotional child, emotionally, I feel like I’m in my 20s. Living in the world is much easier when you feel like a child. We must get back in touch with our emotional child to grow up emotionally. To do that, we need to relive the hurt and pain. The only way out is through. I wish all of you the best and hope you find the peace you desire
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