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🔰 The music In This Shirt · The Irrepressibles Music Publisher: Berts Songs Composer, Lyricist: Jamie McDermott 🔰 A spoken word piece written and narrated by The Deadliest Club. 🔰 This work includes short excerpts from interviews with Dr. Gabor Maté, used for educational and artistic purposes to explore themes of trauma, self-awareness, and personal responsibility. All interview clips belong to their respective owners. 🔰If you would like to hear more of Dr. Maté’s work:    / @drgabormate9132   -Producer: TheDeadliestClub 🔰My equipment: I film handheld with a OnePlus 10 Pro 🔰Poem: Almost thirty years inside this mind And the map is finally visible. Not because I solved anything But because after enough damage Patterns stop hiding. I was a child already trying to understand rooms that never explained themselves. Learning tension before safety. Watching people carefully because when answers are missing The brain becomes an observer. So I left early, believing the world would explain the parts That home never did. For years, I tried to build myself from fragments of other people. Watching how they spoke. How they stood in their own skin. How they laughed without measuring every sentence. I thought identity could be assembled by collecting the right behaviours. But copying people slowly makes the nervous system revolt. The further I moved from myself The louder the anxiety became. Anger appeared where confusion used to live. Restlessness replaced curiosity. Instead of stopping I kept pushing. New cities. New jobs. New versions of myself I thought it might finally work. But the mind travels with the body. Every place still contained the same architecture inside my skull. Books gave me language. Ideas gave me explanations. But explanation is not discipline. Understanding something does not mean you control it. So when the pressure grew loud enough I reached for the simplest regulators. Alcohol. Smoke. At first, they felt like tools to quiet a mind that never learned how to rest. But habits don’t stay neutral. They slowly shape the person using them. And the version of me appearing in front of people was not the one I believed I was becoming. Pride arrived quietly. Ego followed behind it. Sometimes reactions turned into storms strong enough that people who once stood close had to step away. Not because they stopped caring But because distance is sometimes the only protection left. There is a certain silence that follows moments like that. The silence where pretending becomes impossible. Where apologies start sounding repetitive even inside your own head. Because eventually “sorry” loses meaning When behaviour stays the same. And that is the part nobody likes to admit. Awareness is easy. Consequences make you aware whether you want to be or not. But awareness alone does not build discipline. You can understand every pattern in your life and still repeat it tomorrow. Now I archive everything. The mistakes. The nights without sleep. The dreams that wake the body in sweat replaying moments the mind refuses to forget. The map is clear. I see the child trying to survive. The teenager trying to rebel. The adult trying to force change with pressure and pride. And I also see something harder. The moment when the explanation stops helping. Where the only thing left is will. #gabormaté #addictionrecovery #fyp