This is going to be a bit of a personal blog, I chose to put this up here for the simple fact that people go through shit in life and have to realize there is something to live for and to aspire for.

About 4 months ago I was checked in to a psychiatric facility in Coney Island Hospital. I was there due to the fact that i was contemplating suicide. I felt that my life had no meaning and at 16 maybe thats normal but I was in a bad state of mind.

It got to an extreme point where my life felt absoulutely meaningless. I was doing so well In school I stopped caring on how well I was doing. My friends were so blah, (but great) that I kind of felt like they did not need me around any more. My mom was still the biggest bitch ever (she actually complained about the fact that she had to come to the hospital instead of being a good mother and worrying about me) Music, Sports, Girls all of that lost its meaning to me. So I felt why should I bust my ass day in and day out if it does not amount to anything.

Being in the Pshyciatric Facility really helped me. It wasn't the doctors taling to me. It wasn't the " special treatment " I received. It was just being in there with all these weird people (some were nice, but one guy tried to kill me while I was sleeping...and I was only there for 4 days !!). I was so bored out of my mind that the last thing I wanted to do was to kill myself, I did so many push ups while I was there (2,458 to be exact) that I started to appreciate everything a little bit more. My wonderfully weird friends, my amazing school that helped re-build my life, Music, Sports, even my " Mother "...(To be fair my mother has drastically improved since this incident and we speak on a regular basis)..but one thing stuck out that I started to appreciate on a whole new level, the thing that I can look to when i was down, the thing I knew was waiting for me to embrace when I am older.......Pro Wrestling,

You see as I put this whole debacle beside me i completely forgot at the end of December I was going to 2, count it 2, shows of the best wrestling company in the world..(IMO) RING OF HONOR ! And boy was that weekend a weekend that I will never forget. It was the best yime I had in nearly 3 1/2 years. That weekend re-feuled my passion for Pro Wrestling, It made no doubt in ym mind that I was going to become a Pro Wrestler, No doubts, No Questions, It was going to become a reality because I was going to make it happen.

I also realized another thing, My favorite wrestler of all time had just released a book that I knew I was going to get, and no it is not Bret Hart, it was The returning Ayatollah off Rock 'n Rolla, The man of 1004 holds, The savior, Lionheart, Y2j Chris Jericho ! (Yeah I'm a mark, screw it)


Chris Jericho's Book (A Lion's Tale) really was the last saving grace, if you will, Jericho's stories inspired me, the funny ones, the sad ones, the scary ones, the really weird ones, and the amazing ones. All of those stories combined have made me more determined than ever to become a professional Wrestler, ever since i read that book I have trained twice as hard, worked twice as hard, watched more matches to learn as much as I possibly can about a lot of different styles, and for some reason I ahve watched more Y2J, Jim Cornette, Paul heyman, and CM Punk Promos/Interviews (which reminds me Punk needs some more Mic time damn it !!!)

I guess the point of this blog (or column depending where your reading from) is that people can overcme adversity, we can overcome sadness, and when that doesn't work we need to remember at our low points that there is a purpose for us out there no matter if you wnat to be a writer, a wrestler, a football player or a guy on the corner on a block in the village giving people peircings and tatoos ! (The Village Rules, Go Gothic Kids, LOL)

So Look at this blog on any level you want to look at it from, I just hope you take something from it.