
Hello world, it’s been a while.
The last few years have been a rollercoaster and this is not the end, it’s not even the beginning of the end, but it may be the end of the beginning.
Back in 2016, life was good. I was finally making good headway in my career, feeling valued and appreciated. I was working on my weight, although progress was limited, and my relationship with my wife was at it’s peak. That’s not to say that life was perfect but things were generally on the up, with lots to look forward to in the future.
The covid period changed a lot of things for many people. I do sometimes wonder how different would life’s trajectory have been had covid not happened but it’s pointless ruminating on things that you cannot change from the past. I didn’t enjoy the social isolation of working from home. It destabilised me massively. I began to struggle with self doubt and imposter syndrome. There was a lot of change and change for the worse. My weight was out of control, my mental health was crashing and nothing seemed to help. I tried therapy, I tried numerous different antidepressants. It had very little impact other than making things worse.
Just when it looked like things were about to change for the better with the prospect of a new purpose as a father, my then wife had a miscarriage. Her personality changed and I didn’t like the person she had become. Selfish, manipulative, lying, cheating. It lead to the collapse of our marriage as I couldn’t trust her. I lost my identity. Everything that made me, me was crumbling beneath my feet but sometimes you need the rainclouds to see the rainbow. Diamonds are forged under pressure.
I felt like I was a plane crash waiting to happen. All thrust lost from my engines and just gliding towards terraferma, waiting for the inevitable thud. No kerosene left in my tanks to restart the flamed out engines, no hope. Life looked bleak and I wanted it to end.
I was the sort of person used to doing it all on my own. The reliable one that fixed things for other people. Looking like a swan, calm on the surface but paddling for life under the surface.
I had no fight left, I couldn’t carry all that weight on my shoulders on my own anymore. I needed support. Admitting you need help is a very vulnerable feeling and you soon find out who the people you can count on are in the time of a crisis. A few guys at Andy’s Man Club were there for me through it all, at my lowest ebb, being sat in a pub doing a quiz the night I found out my wife had been lying, being sent pictures of her infidelity from the man she told she was single.
I was plunged into crisis and those lads were there for me. It wouldn’t have been easy to get through to a despondent Jon that had all but given up on life, but they didn’t give up on me and I came through.
I had a couple of really good friends that wouldn’t let me quit. They kept my head just above the water when I wanted to let go and drown. Having to admit to family that my relationship had failed was very painful after 20 years of relative stability but they were in my corner when I needed them and now I have a closer bond with them.
I lost one family, people I had invested heavily in, helping them through their own tough times deserted me without a second thought and that hurt as much as the original betrayal but in a way they did me a favour as it brought me out of my sense of despair and back into determined street fighter Jon, with a point to prove.
There’s only one way to go when you’re at rock bottom, and that’s up.
Bit by bit I refound myself. I kept myself busy. Monday nights were Andy’s Man Club. I went from bursting into tears at my first session, thinking my wife would be better off if I was dead, to becoming a facilitator and helping welcome new members and running session to taking the responsibility of leading the facilitators and keeping the club going. I don’t do it on my own. I’m surrounded by a great bunch of guys and it’s a real honour and privilege to serve the club that got me through the worst crisis of my life. Andy’s Man Club was my life jacket and without it, I wouldn’t be here now.
Having moved out of the family home, buying my own place on my own, it took a while to adjust. It could be quite lonely at times so I stayed out. I was doing pub quizzes with my friend to keep myself distracted. I focused on making my house reflect my personality and creativity. I spent more time with my dad than I had for years. It’s brought us close and we’re going to be going on holiday together for the first time since I was a teen next month.
Rather than focusing on what I had lost, I was reinventing myself. I found my reserve fuel tank and one by one, I’ve started reigniting those four magnificent Trent 900 engines again.
Settling in at my new home and making it mine was the first reignition. A cockpit fit for a pilot. It’s taken a lot of effort to get things right but even having my home flooded didn’t dampen my resolve. That was a litmus test for me, it’s how I realised my resilience was back.
I had a bit of fortune at work, my boss was very good to me through the difficult patch, allowing me to try a different role then come back when I was ready. I started regaining my confidence and now feel like I’m thriving again. There was a point where I felt like throwing in the towel and quitting, but I gave it time and it’s really paid off. I’ve gone from fearing the future, feeling incredible anxiety just at the thought of turning my laptop on, to being on the verge of promotion, enjoying my job and looking forward to the future.
I’m no longer ruminating over the past, or worrying about the worse possible case scenarios for the future. I live in the present and handle each new challenge as it comes up. It’s not my ability that has changed, just my mindset.
If work was engine number 2, number 3 is my physical health. My mental health has improved dramatically. I no longer need antidepressants and I’m sleeping better. The next challenge is to get my body right. I’ve had a few wobbles but I’m heading in the right direction. I’ve lost a bit of weight but in a sustainable way, no extreme diets. Weight loss surgery is an option on the horizon, I’ve signed up for Man Vs Fat, which gives me the accountability and routine I need and I’m ready to focus. There will be turbulence on the way, but I see a pathway on the radar. The belief is back that I can do it, the only thing that can hold me back is me. The time wasn’t right when I was still trying to stabilise but now, I’m ready to power up number 3.
The final engine to reignite is finding a co-pilot. I’ve gone through a few different stages from fear and feeling like I needed a relationship after being in one for so long. I’ve had a few and that’s built up my belief that I do have something to offer but now I’ve rebuilt my cockpit, I’m more discerning about who gets to sit in that co-pilot seat. I don’t need a relationship anymore. I’m happy as I am. I have a good life with friends, family and lots of different activities going on, but journeys are more fun when they’re shared and I would like someone in that seat but I’m not going to let someone take that seat unless they are investing in the relationship too. it’s difficult to find a co-pilot when you’re busy flying a superjumbo.
I’m confident that all four engines will be throttled up to TOGA thrust in time. Nothing worthwhile is easy and nothing easy is worthwhile but I can be proud of how far I’ve come and the scenery from 30,000 feet is going to be worth the climb.
The real message here is never give up. We can’t control the turbulence in our path or the behaviour of other passengers in the cabin, but we can control that sidestick, so just keep aviating. It’s worth going through the turbulence patches because when you come out the other side, the sense of accomplishment is worth the struggle. Surround yourself with positive people that have your best interests at heart but ultimately it’s your journey so make the best of it. It’s ok to need help. It’s ok to fail. Every success is built on the back of a thousand failures.



























