Hi every one my name is Alex ReVeal, I have been yoyoing for 4 years now, and I have story to tell, I know I am not that active in the BST and on the forums but I had an epiphany the other day and decided it was good enough story to tell…
So I will start at the beginning CAUTION GRAPHIC CONTENT AHEAD
When I was in third grade the YoYo man came around and did all the tricks in the assembly and immediately caught my heavily ADHD influenced attention. The next day I immediately begged my parents to get me one of the 40$ yoyos for sale in the catalogue handed out from the day before, so for the next few years I would mess around with loopers and all responsive yoyos thinking that was the only possibility in a yoyo.
Then one christmas morning I open up a yomega maverick, the first metal yoyo I ever owned. My early child who contained a lot of self hatred and emotional problems, I had no medication for any of my emotional defects. So a distraction from my personal hell that was my mind was to learn how to yoyo. I put that dvd in my xbox and started to learn. Having a very high IQ allowed me to learn the whole dvd in a week, but I craved more, by this time my depression and anxiety developed int o a large problems. My mind started thinking about things it had never thought of before. I came into my freshman year craving trouble and mischievous actions. My expectations for myself that social pressure just pushed me further down, as well as the constant pressure from school, trying to get a 4.0 just so my parents would leave me alone. The whole time my love for yoyoing grew and grew and grew to a point that after a year I improved my skills of yoyoing to a point I was making my own tricks and creating new concepts. I was battling depression like a monster. I got into some bad stuff and lost my self. When I finally climbed out of the hole I fell into I realized the rope I was hanging onto was made out of yoyo strings. (Thats a metaphor) Going into sophomore year I was loaded up on so many antidepressants and antianxiety medications that I couldn’t think. I couldn’t feel emotions. I was a zombie and had no control of my mind, but one thing brought a smile to my face… The ring of a yoyo spinning, the feeling of polyester string rubbing across your fingers, the new ideas and creations developing. It pulled me through the year. Then i went to my first BAC contest and just watched as people who were exactly like me walking around sharing they’re love of yoyoing. I came into my junior year very scared… I was taken off most of the medication and I had been going to the gym twice a day taking supplements, but I had nothing to get rid of that feeling of self hatred and constant insecurity.
I crashed and burned hard. I was in a very dark place the third week of school, feeling unloved, alone, and sad, I searched for a way out. I knew the easiest way but I knew it was the wrong way, but the other way was up, but there was nothing and no one to hoist me up, my friends would call to me and try and give me their hand but it was too damn high. Then I remembered what I used before. Over the summer I focused on lacrosse and body building and lost sight in the old hobbies I had. So I said, what the hell, and picked up my yoyo and threw. For hours on end I would throw every night, try and create, practice, create a routine, improve. Slowly but surely I built that rope. I threw it up to no avail… I almost lost it again, almost broke and almost gave up… But wait, I could make the rope longer.
I worked day and night to make that rope longer and eventually did. I took another throw and it caught on something. I was weak, very very weak. I climbed it took a long time, but I finally made it out. Now the only challenge is not to fall back in.
Here I am, half way through my junior year, still holding my yoyo, knowing how safe I was with it around. Gives me motivation to face every day with a smile on my face.
Now let me help you understand more,
- I yoyoed up to 6 hours a day
- I suffer from manic depression and extreme anxiety
- I have had many attempts
- The only thing that kept me alive is a yoyo
yoyoing saved my life. ;D
(Feel free to share any other stories on how yoyoing saved your life or got you through a hard time)