I didn’t know what anxiety was until about a year ago, when my boyfriend told me that was what I was feeling. Anxious. So strange that when you don’t know the word for something, you tend to look towards the things you already know to explain what’s going on. Anger. Depression. I was short-tempered, irrational. I was paranoid, I was crazy, I was bipolar, I was completely and totally wrong in everyone’s eyes. I have spent over a decade under the facade that I was just plain, inexcusably wrong, a lost cause with no end in sight. I thought about killing myself every year since I was 13, now 20. That’s not to say I didn’t have good days, there were many. Looking back through all my journals I had kept since somewhere around 2006, I realized that almost every page was stained with tears, pouring out feelings I didn’t understand. I had all this pent-up rage towards my family, riddled with problems, from an absent father to an equally emotional mother. They never taught me what anxiety was, even though my mom now claims that she’s had it her entire life. I believe her, but I wonder why she never helped me through my own mess.
My depression came in waves. Months would go by and, if you asked me, I couldn’t recall one thing that had happened. I seemed to have a fuzzy cloud of drama following me around the many different schools I attended; bullies attracted to me like flies. I found myself becoming a bully because it was the only way I found I could get through them, but of course it made everything worse. I hated who I had become.
Good things somehow came out of all that negativity. I fell in a deep love with metal/rock music my freshman year in high school. I had a new and unlikely role model and I wanted to be just like him, teaching myself guitar by ear for hours on end. I’d get home from school, grab some food and head right upstairs, and that would be about the only time anyone saw me. I somewhat hesitantly say I know upwards of 50 System of a Down songs… oh, high school.
I moved to California at 16 from my home town of Fort Wayne, Indiana, with my Mother and Step Father, where he had a job opportunity, but we really moved because I wanted to pursue my career in music. One thing I was blessed with was parents that were supportive of my career choice, it’s pretty rare for young musicians. However, I met a boy far too early and dropped everything for him. It wasn’t until senior year of High School that I remembered I was my own person, and I started trying to write music again.
There was a problem, though: I didn’t know what kind of artist I wanted to be anymore. Metal wasn’t really on the scene anymore, neither was rock. It had all been replaced with this weird, hipster-pop music that I couldn’t relate to, even with my previous love of pop/rap music before metal. I was out of place, irrelevant.
About a year and a half after my (then) longest relationship, I met my current boyfriend. I’ve always seen myself as very independent. When I used to think of myself in the future, I was always single, unmarried, alone, but better off. I thought of myself as very masculine, controlling, definitely not “wife” material. But my current boyfriend, he changed that for me, and I’m not even mad. We’ve been together for almost two years, and it’s the most beautiful friendship and love I have ever experienced. I have a theory that you can’t fall in love with anyone until you start loving yourself. My senior year of high school I began to understand what loving ourself really was, and then I met him right after graduation. I’m still in the process of understanding how to love oneself, but I don’t think I could have had a successful relationship before this without this new relationship with myself. I don’t like to lean on anyone to make me feel better, especially when my anxiety gets ahold of me, so he gives me my space.
I’m now trying to find new ways to write music, which is my true love. I’m a communications major & honors student at El Camino College, and I am applying to UCLA this fall. I work part time as a social media, programming & design assistant for a yoga clothing company called Jala Clothing, which I am more and more grateful for every day. Having a routine and eating healthy/exercising (yoga specifically) are also absolutely vital to keeping my anxiety and depression at bay. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows even now, but I’m working towards a better me, and I can honestly say I’ve never been happier in my life.
If you have any questions or comments, you can contact me at savv.pm@gmail.com.
Love & Light,
Savanna Metzger
