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I'm Belinda. Plot twist: I'm both a recovering addict AND a substance use disorder clinician. If you'd told me years ago I'd be where I am today, I would've laughed so hard I might've fallen off my barstool. But here we are, and somehow life turned out way better than any high I chased back in the day. I started this blog because we need to cut through all the BS around addiction and recovery. There's enough shame and stigma out there, and I'm pretty much done with it. It's time to get uncomfortable and talk about the stuff nobody wants to talk about. The messy parts. The real parts. Home-wise, I'm living my best chaos in northern Wisconsin with my incredible partner (our family's human rock), two amazing boys (one rocking the autism spectrum), a weirdly lovable dog named Baby Dog, and a cat named Steve. While our neck of the woods is postcard-pretty, we're not immune to the addiction crisis. This blog? It's going to be honest. Sometimes painfully so. Sometimes funny (because if we can't laugh at the darkness, what's the point?). Always real. Welcome to my corner of the internet, where recovery meets reality, and we don't sugarcoat a damn thing.

Thursday, July 18, 2024

The Anthem of a Broken Generation: Unpacking Jelly Roll's "I Am Not Okay"


The Anthem of a Broken Generation: Unpacking Jelly Roll's "I Am Not Okay"

I'm not crying, you're crying. Okay, fine. I'm crying. Jelly Roll's new song "I Am Not Okay" has me sobbing like I just found out I'm allergic to beer. But these ain't sad tears, folks. They're the ugly, cathartic, someone-pass-the-tissues kind of tears that come with finally feeling seen.

Jelly Roll's raw, unflinching lyrics are a gut punch to anyone who's ever wrestled with their demons. And let's be real, that's most of us. Addiction, depression, anxiety - those are just the buzzwords. The real struggle is the feeling of being broken, of being so lost you can't see a way out of the dark.

But here's the magic of Jelly Roll: he's not just surviving, he's thriving. And he's bringing all of us messed-up, still-figuring-it-out folks along with him. With every heartbreaking lyric and soaring chorus, he's screaming one thing loud and clear: it's okay to not be okay.

From my own personal experiences and even my professional ones, I truly believe that depression, addiction and many of our dysfunctional behaviors are often a symptom of deeper trauma. We try to put band-aids over the bullet holes of our trauma, over the missing pieces of ourselves and our false belief systems. We use substances, we behave in certain ways, we live our lives in certain ways to numb, to not have to feel. But what is the real reason we don't want to feel? What are those things about ourselves, the world, and everything around us that put us in that position to begin with? And how do we even start to work on that?

"I Am Not Okay" is a raw exposition of struggle with mental health, clothed in the gritty reality of Jelly Roll's own experiences (Beats Rhymes Lists). The lyrics depict a journey through pain, confusion, and the relentless fight to maintain a semblance of normalcy despite the overwhelming struggles (Reddit). It's an emotionally raw song that delves into the singer's emotional pain and struggles with mental health (Billboard).

This is the kind of art that makes you feel less alone in your brokenness, and that, friends, is the first step towards healing. By confronting the brokenness head-on, by shining a light into the darkest corners of our souls, we can start to mend. We can start to question those deeply-held beliefs, to challenge the narratives that have held us back for so long. It may be a trigger for some of us, but it can also be a song of redemption, a song knowing that we are not alone.

And it's not just the music. Jelly Roll's whole story is one of radical redemption. From addiction to prison to becoming the voice of a generation, this is a dude who knows about hitting rock bottom and then finding a way to climb back up into the light. When he took home that Best New Artist of the Year award, he said something that stuck with me: "Anything is possible." It sounds cheesy, but hell, sometimes you just need to hear the cheesy stuff.

So yeah, Jelly Roll's making me cry. But they're the kind of tears that wash away all the crap you've been carrying, the kind that leave you feeling raw but somehow, somehow lighter. They're the kind of tears that remind you that even in the darkest corners of your soul, there's always a spark of hope. And maybe, just maybe, that's enough to keep us going, to keep us fighting, to keep us believing that things can get better.

And if that's not something to sing about, I don't know what is.-Belle-

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