Hello guys! Today’s blog is more along the lines of my public journal and less of the research or editorials I’ve been posting. I want to get back to writing in this style so please expect more posts like this one! I finished this semester last week (thank god) so I will be posting most of the blogs I’ve written these past few months but haven’t had the time to edit, both on here and on my Korean history blog @theforgottenwar. Hope to see you soon!

One day I had a realization that I knew nothing about myself. And not in a philosophical “who am I?” kind of way, but in a raw basic fundamental understanding of what makes up me. My favorite things. What I like. Who I like. What I want to do in my free time. If I thought about myself from an outside perspective, I wouldn’t be able to see something in the store and think “they would like that,” because I simply don’t know anything about me.
I know what I’m good at and I know what I do, but I don’t know what I like. I realized with shocking clarity that I am not living like this. I’m alive, I’m surviving, but I’m not living. I’m not finding joy in my life; I’m not looking forward to anything. I’ve overcome a lot in my life – being suicidal for the majority of it, depression, anxiety, and a broken family sucking up my childhood. But I’ve also accomplished a shit ton. I’m in college, I have amazing friends, I am an amazing friend, I run two blogs that I’m passionate about it, my research is being published (!), but still, I am only a functioning person with mental illness. Questions I ask myself often all have a major theme of who the hell am I? What’s my favorite food? What’s my favorite book? What’s something memorable I’ve done? What makes me happy?
These things are paramount to what makes you, you, but I don’t know them. and I constantly wonder what I could have done as a kid or a teenager or even last year if I wasn’t trying to wade through water just to make it through to the next day.
While September was mental health awareness month and that’s usually when most of these posts and blogs come out, highlighting the struggles people have or expressing how they overcome those hardships and continue on to lead a “normal” life. But I fucking hate the term normal. Nothing is normal, people aren’t stagnant, we’re not meant to grow into one type of person and stay like that for the rest of our lives. People are constantly evolving, changing, learning, finding new ways to express themselves. With mental health illness, that is so so difficult and most days I don’t have that luxury.
My days are boiled down to functionality and using all my energy on getting through the day. For me, basic things like brushing my teeth and changing my clothes and responding to text messages and remembering to eat are huge and difficult tasks. It’s always been like that – add school, work, the average adult life responsibilities and these tasks are all I can do, all I am. My entire sense of self revolves around the concept of how well I’m functioning but …. What’s left?
“A frustrating part of the anxiety-depression combo is that while depression takes away most of your motivation, anxiety reminds you how there’s a slight chance that everything could go wrong.”
@dontdothatman on tiktok
I’m turning a new chapter. I’m entering the summer of my life; the best times are right around the corner and I want to figure out everything I can about me. I want to fall in love with myself and I want to love me back. This journey of figuring out what exactly is existing in this world with my name, wearing my skin, who I am looking at in the mirror – it’s going to take a long time. But the beginning stages I’m going to share with you. I’m going to share my first shaky steps towards something grand, because doing things you’re afraid of is a little easier when you’re not alone. This project is a compilation of all the things I wish I did, the things my younger self didn’t think we were ever able to do. This is living proof that, if nothing else, I was here.
DAY 1: Paint without worrying about the end result
- Day one started at 4:28am on October 4th, 2020 because I was anxious and couldn’t fall asleep. I thought “fuck it” and dug out my easel, grabbed the forty-inch canvas I’ve been hoarding, and hunted down the dusty box of paintbrushes I neglected since Christmas. I knew this one was going to be difficult because I’m a perfectionist and also a terrible painter and my hands constantly shake. But, the entire point of this series is to jump off the deep end and trust myself that the other side will be better than where I am now. I turned on my playlist called “You’re the main character” and with no thoughts or hesitations began. I just grabbed the three most appealing colors, my biggest paintbrush, and started doing whatever. I attempted a pencil sketch at first but abandoned it for the unanticipated freedom that came with slapping my paint on the canvas and using it like a toddler. It’s messy and murky in spots, but I think the backdrop came out really pretty and I’d honestly recreate the color combo for future paintings. I then tried to use a paint and pen but that flopped almost as soon as it started and while I felt like freaking out over the mishap I tried to think positively and say, “our mistakes are still valuable.” I switched to a thin paintbrush and black paint instead. The vines I painted were shaky and uneven and unproportioned, but they did the job and I moved on. The face was hard because I want things to look like the preconceived notion of art I have are, and I knew I couldn’t ever do that if I draw a face this way, but I still went for it. Two eyes, a nose, lips, eyebrows, that’s a face. The paint dripping made me want to cry but turns out the painting is crying enough or the both of us. I added the red leaves as an afterthought, which was exciting in and of itself.
- At the end as I’m sitting here at 6:33am looking at my painting, I actually love it. It’s extremely ugly, almost childlike, but it’s … perfect. I think it’s a mix of both sad and happy emotions and I’m proud of it.

DAY 2: Order something off a menu I never usually would
I realized after reading day one’s entry, that just talking about these things is not only boring but pointless. What does it matter which paintbrush I used? Or what the end result looked like? This project is supposed to be about the emotions connected to these activities – what did I learn about myself while doing it? What’s different about me now that I have? So, with that being said let’s jump into day two. If you’ve known me in real life for a little while, you’ll know about my issues with food. I describe it as being a picky eater, but it goes much much deeper than that. It’s a phobia, an anxiety, something I deal with every day, something I’ve gone to therapy and a nutritionist for years for. It truly, for lack of better words, sucks ass. (I’ll most likely be creating an independent blog post detailing this because I don’t really talk about it often, so look out for that!) needless to say, I anticipated a lot of difficulty and anxiety and discomfort in doing this but also that that was another pushing point to prove that this was important. I didn’t want to have a full-blown panic attack over this nor did I want to spend a lot of money on something I might not finish – so I went small. The dollar menu at Taco Bell kind of small.
Not only do I hate eating food that I don’t know what it tastes like, I hate eating cheese. What better option than a cheesy roll up. I know, I know, “KayCee that’s really crappy food and really bland.” I did say I would start small, didn’t I? Ordering this made me sweaty, as if the cashier would know I’m a fake cheese-roll-up-stan and call me out but I was able to do it. The hard part was eating it – it took a lot of hyping myself up, and self-encouragement and finally I was able to black out for a second and take a bite. It was fucking gross and I spit it out. Sorry Taco Bell. But, I did it. And I’m proud I was able to do it. I’ll try this again in small (very very small) steps to hopefully be able to order a whole meal that is new, but for now, this is enough.
DAY 3: Find my favorite song
- This was so entirely difficult to start; I didn’t even know how. Do people even know what their ultimate favorite song is? Is that a normal thing to do? Who knows, and who cares, I’ll find my favorite song simply because I said I would. The best way to get to the bottom of this was a true March Madness bracket of kick ass songs. I decided to go through every song I have saved on spotify (a total of 1721 songs) and just find ones I liked. There’s a criterion, of course, as all good organizational systems have: (1) does the song make me excited to listen to it? (2) am I vibing while listening? (3) Do I know all the lyrics? (4) are there good memories attached to the song?
- That alone was the most fun I’ve had while listening to music. Below is the list of the twelve songs that made the bracket [this is a judge free zone and I expect no side eyes at my list lmao]
- Once Upon a Time – Mariahlynn
- Strangers (Korean Version) – SHINee
- Bleed it Out – Linken Park
- Relax, Take it Easy – MIKA
- DNA – BTS
- I Dreamed a Dream – Susan Boyle
- Listen to your Heart – Roxette
- BABY – The Rose
- Fire – Wang Yibo
- Stand out fit in – ONE OK ROCK
- EOEO – UNIQ
- Where Does the Good Go – Tegan and Sara
- 무체 (Untitled, 2014) – G. Dragon
- Theme of King J.J. – Taro Umebayashi
- Ring Ding Dong – SHINee
- Okey Dokey – Mino and Zico
I decided on making the list as general as possible, because I could easily separate my saved songs into infinite categories. Top 10 Korean Rap songs? Top 10 Chinese pop songs? Top 10 instrumentals? It’s endless. This way I get to sample a little bit of all the music I enjoy listening to and also make it a bit challenging comparing such different genres.


- Right away I knew this would be torture because HOW on earth would I fairly compare these songs? I made the comparison contest but still… it’s rough. I literally had an out of body experience trying to compare SHINee and Susan Boyle.
- Not only was this experience really fucking fun and exciting to do, it was also an exercise in tapping into what I’m feeling. Something I struggle with a lot is pinpointing my emotions. I have an easier time noticing the Loud emotions like sadness, anger, happiness. But the quiet ones, the ones that can easily slip by throughout the day unnoticed, those are often a mystery to me. Sitting down and focusing on how a song makes me feel was eye opening for how intricate my emotions actually are.
The Overall Winner was: Stranger (Korean Version) by SHINee!!
DAY 4: Laying Down in the Rain
- This made me the most anxious so far by a million degrees, I’d say. I kept putting it off, making an excuse every time it rained, convincing myself it was a bad idea. And then one night at 11pm I heard it raining and didn’t hesitate to get in my car and find a spot to lay down. There’s something about being vulnerable in that sense – doing something out of the ordinary in a public space that disturbed me on some level. I started in a parking lot and laid down really close to my car, with the hazards on and the door open. I was terrified of a car coming over and asking if I was alright because what would I say? “Oh, don’t mind me, I’m trying to force myself to have an out of body experience.” When the parking lot had an increase of traffic, I fled the scene, but I didn’t feel like I completed what I set out to do. There was still more to this experience that I hadn’t found out yet. So, I drove around to a different parking lot and this time had the courage to lay down further from my car – I was already soaked, there was nothing to lose really.
- I’m so glad I laid down a second time instead of going home because I had never felt calm like that before. I was anxious in the back of my head about people seeing me, but it didn’t really bother me. The sensation of looking up at the opened sky with no distractions and no worries and just watching rain fall down was something I wouldn’t be able to do justice by explaining in words. It was like staring at the open ocean on a cloudy day, no end in sight but it wasn’t as terrifying as you’d imagine.
As gross as it sounds, the smell of my rain-soaked clothes and damp skin was strongly familiar and comforting to me. Reminding me of a childhood I had forgotten. It felt reassuring and safe and got me thinking – when was the last time I allowed myself to stay out in the rain? At some point in my life I switched from excitingly running outside at the first sign on rain to running away from it. When did I lose that childlike perspective? When did getting soaked change from thrilling to annoying? I want to find that again, I want to be excited about things again.

This took much more out of me than I thought it would and while I had planned to complete ten days of activities, I was only able to do four while keeping the peace in my own life. Perhaps I will make a part two of this series (or several parts) and document my journey on finding what the reason for all this is, why there’s so many different emotions floating around in our world ready for us to latch onto at any moment. I’m glad I was able to share these first four days with you guys and I hope you can dedicate time in your lives to do things that are scary, or that make you feel alive again. Till next time!



































