The Weight of Trauma
When I was 28, I was in the best shape of my life. I even did a solo-flex infomercial. I wasn't the SoloFlex guy, but I was his buddy who wanted to get a little more fit. I remember being so excited to get that gig. I think I made like 2 grand and it was by far the most money I had made acting for a day and a half of work. Plus, I was on TV! A few months later, I was pissing blood. I had a bad kidney. I was (mis) diagnosed with cancer, and that started a huge spiral that ended up blowing up my life. But that's a story for another time. I'm writing because I realized recently that every time in my life that I have really focused on my physical health and wellness, getting fit and strong, life has a way of beating me into submission. You see, when I'm suffering trauma, I tend to self soothe with comfort food, beer, and sitting on my couch rewatching films and tv shows that bring me happiness. And so, I seem to be caught in ...