Owning a Business and Managing Mental Illness- The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Done

As many of you already know, I own my own production company, 605 Productions. Owning a business is a blast at times- it makes you feel like you are building something. There’s nothing more satisfying than watching an idea you came up with at the kitchen table almost three years ago become a business that is doing well and is moving in to brand new office space. It is a joy to wake up in the morning and know that I built this. I don’t answer to anyone but the customer, and be able to watch the business continue to bloom and grow.

Some of you may also know that I struggle with mental illness, which is a roller

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One of my employees and me on a job site- just a normal day for us!

coaster in and of itself. My diagnosis has changed more times than I can account, and sometimes things get better and sometimes things get worse. Some days are good, and some days it’s hard to bring myself to get out of bed and face the day. I’ve learned that some days it’s better to just stay in bed and rest, knowing that tomorrow is a new day. This becomes a problem, however, when you’re the only person to take phone calls for the business, and run day to day operations.

Among the things hindering my ability to function on a day to day basis are exhaustion, severe anxiety, mood swings, and consuming sadness. These are things that you probably don’t fully understand unless you or someone close to you experiences them too. It’s embarrassing to admit but there are days when I don’t get out of bed until after noon because of the lack of sleep I got over the night or the consuming hopelessness that makes getting out of bed feel like trying to bench press a one thousand pound weight.

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The logo for my company, 605 Productions

When I get up and go on with my day, the trouble isn’t over. Anxiety can come crawling back at any moment. It could come from anything from an unexpected phone call to noticing a fast-approaching deadline. The hardest part is, there isn’t really anything I can do about it When it strikes, I never know what’ll happen. I might start shaking or hyperventilating, or I might just shut down and close myself off from the world. There is no way to control what happens either. (If this is something that you struggle with as a reader, I would greatly appreciate any tips that you may have). 

Then, on top of the anxiety and exhaustion, there comes the mood swings. One of my diagnoses is Bipolar Type II, which sends some of my days on an emotional roller coaster. It’s like having a light switch in a different room controlled by a bored toddler. The cycles can go from a couple of times per day to a few times an hour. If you’re talking to me, you might notice this. I wish it wasn’t the case, but again, there isn’t a whole lot I can do about it.

So what can I do? Just keep going. Take each day one day at a time and everything will work out eventually. I just have to keep pushing and keep trying, and one day, it’ll be behind me.

‘It’s a Beautiful Day’-U2

The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There’s no room
No space to rent in this town

You’re out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you’re not moving anywhere

You thought you’d found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace

It’s a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away

You’re on the road
But you’ve got no destination
You’re in the mud
In the maze of her imagination

You love this town
Even if that doesn’t ring true
You’ve been all over
And it’s been all over you

It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
It’s a beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case

See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out

It was a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
Beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case

What you don’t have you don’t need it now
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
Don’t need it now
Was a beautiful day

-U2, Beautiful Day

Having spent the last couple of days driving across North Dakota and Montana, I’ve had ample time to listen to music and think. Half way across North Dakota the song Beautiful Day by U2 came on my iPhone. I’ve always liked this song but it wasn’t until recently that I really read the lyrics, and you know what? Every day is a beautiful day. No matter how bad the times are; no matter how down on your luck you are; if you woke up in the morning, it is a beautiful day. With everything that’s happened to me recently, I have discovered that every day is a beautiful day. So, keep your head up. Things will get better. It might take time, but hard times will pass and you will get to ‘that other place’ where troubles are few.

I’m adopted. So why am I pro choice?

As many of you may know, I am adopted. I was adopted at birth through an open adoption (I actually talk to my birth mom quite a bit). One question I typically get when people find out that I am adopted is ‘If you’re adopted, then why are you pro-choice?’ The answer to this question is actually pretty simple.

This post was inspired by a notification on my iPhone stating that there is yet another abomination of a bill being introduced in the South Dakota State Senate that would block abortions after 20 weeks. At least it’s not banning abortions entirely, but whatever. Anyway, back to the topic at hand- my views on abortion.

I am pro choice and proud of it. The main reason for my views is that I am a male. I do not have a vagina. I am not capable of having a child- so how can I say whether or not a female can have a child? Republicans call themselves pro-life, but in reality, they are giving an unborn fetus more rights than the woman carrying it. That’s right, republicans are giving something that has not even been born yet more rights than a living human being, and what’s more, republicans don’t give two shits about the child once it is born. All they care about is protecting the unborn child while throwing female rights under the bus. Oh, what am I saying. Republicans don’t believe in female rights anyway, so this shouldn’t come as a surprise.
In short, I am pro choice due to the fact that what a woman does with her body and what’s inside of it is none of my damn business. I am a male, so I should have zero choice over what a woman does with their body. I also support equality and women’s rights. I just wish the bigoted white republicans in congress could see the world the same way and stand up for women’s rights.

What happened to Christmas Eve?

Christmas sure has changed over the years. For everyone in the world, but also for me and my family. I spent the majority of Christmas Eve this year at Brookings First United Methodist Church, where I am a sound and lighting engineer. It was weird to sit and think back to how Christmas Eve used to be as a child.

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Christmas Eve always used to be the day of waiting. Waiting to eat, waiting until our mandatory attendance of church, waiting until grandma and grandpa came over, and waiting until after dinner when we got to open our one christmas present. Christmas Eve used to be the day of extreme boredom- of being so thoroughly bored that I decided to learn how to tie a tie many years ago out of sheer boredom. At some point, all of that changed.

Christmas Eve has somehow become one of the busiest days of my year. I usually arrive at the church around 8am and do not leave until about 1 or 2am on Christmas Day. Yesterday was a pretty crazy day. I am very appreciative of my fellow staff and volunteers at Brookings 1st UMC for making Christmas Eve so memorable for the hundreds of people who worship in our facility- I wouldn’t have made it through yesterday without their help and support. I am also very appreciative of my fantastic girlfriend for helping keep me sane on this difficult day.

I’m not exactly sure what happened to Christmas Eve. Maybe it’s all a part of growing up, or did something make it change? I’ve been told that I have always been mature for my age, but still, something changed. I can’t exactly put my finger on what, but Christmas just feels different now. Traditions have changed, and I am spending more time working than I do at home. Maybe I’ll be able to revert to the carefree, boring Christmas Eve in my old age, but I’m not holding out hope.

That’s all for now.