Is More Than
The Mind That Created It
This book is not just about my mental health challenges, but more about my imagination, the beauty it can see and transform into its own creation, and my mind that for a period of time allowed itself to decay and almost give up entirely, while creating nothing but despair through words that suffer. This very mind eventually comes to a state of acceptance and grows to create nothing but beauty that through art can be preserved in its entirety.
This book is intended to be a work of art.
As an artist, I feel it reveals a truth about myself that is both brutally honest and hauntingly beautiful. The writing throughout is as real and poetic as I could possibly attempt to make it. The art that sits beside it, connects to the very truth written on each page.
This book is not just about mental health, and that is something, I, as the writer, am starting to realize. This book is about life. In this life we very often suffer, sometimes more so than others. Sometimes we, ourselves, force ourselves into this state. But in this life we have the ability to escape this very suffering, as we have the ability to transform our thoughts into a positive direction that guides us to a comforting future. In this life we have the ability to let go of the past, focus on the present, and aim for the future, so that we can carry a mind that is under control. This is the greatest challenge I have ever been faced with as a man, and the proudest accomplishment I have ever had no choice but to achieve.
In this book I start off by stating I want to help the world. In the end my words end up helping myself. These very words could do the same for others.
This book is inspired by MANIA.
"A MAN WITH GLASSES" is a book about a crash, my crash, that created a depression due to addiction and an addiction due to depression. A never ending suicide note with a happy conclusion that gives I, the writer, reason to keep swimming, and you, the reader, reason to want to dive in with me. As you read and venture deep within my world, you will witness my mentally ill mind, completely unedited, and you will gather reasons and intentions that will have you wanting to hold my head above water. You will see me almost give up as the waves crash all around and I choose to almost stop treading.
You will not like what you see.
At times you will question how I even stayed afloat, just long enough to catch my breath. In the end you will witness my life, more than ever, find a purpose simply worth never abandoning life in itself.
This is my story, of a part of my life, finding motivation and inspiration to want to keep living.
The words written inside this documented work of art, have found happiness as they describe and define this momentous occurrence we are all so blessed to experience. It is a truth that comes and goes like a moment that is just too perfect to last and too perfect to never come back.
A Man With Glasses, is a constant reminder to even I, the author, that happiness will always come back to you if you loose it, and peace will always stay with you if you do not let misplacing happiness discourage you from wanting to keep living. You do not even have to search for it, as I can honestly say through experience, and with one book, this book, under my belt, that it will always, eventually, find you again. This truth, this part of life, this reason to love living now and to want to keep living tomorrow, is the roller coaster that we all sit on and ride everyday.
Happiness comes, goes, and comes back again, over and over, for as long as you walk on this straight line that is your life. This is my story of life wanting to live. This is part of my straight line. I am willing to share this book with anyone who just can't make sense of the writings on the wall. Very often this writing is our own, and the wall in which these words are written is the one that surrounds us in our very own home. I wrote on the walls once. I now understand what I wrote and why I wrote it. Thanks to never giving up, and a support system I am so lucky to have, I won't ever write on the walls again. I have a piece of art though, one that I just made. I think I will hang it there instead, and show my guests the beauty a healing mind can create.
Read my words. See my truth.
This is my secret.
Revealing it has become my purpose.
Can you share my book and my website, and help my voice become even louder?
I always sucked at keeping secrets! I guess that's why I no longer have any. But, because of this truth, I no longer wear shame.
"To believe in something, and not to live it, is dishonest."