The Blue Collar Buddha Podcast
Here's your trigger warning. I didn't get a fucking “trigger warning” the morning I found my son Malachi’s lifeless body on July 31st, 1999. There was no one there standing with their hands up and asking if I was “ready” or offering me “warning” that what I was about to experience was going to so fundamentally change me that even now, in 2026, I would not ever understand. Trigger. Warning. My son Malachi was born May 20th, 1999. He was dead July 31st, 1999. He was 2.5 months old. I'm the one who found him. And I can promise you, again, as I said — no one walked in beforehand and said to me, with that warm look that says “this shit is gonna hurt. Bad.” No, “hey, this might be difficult.” Trigger. Warning. So when I hear about trigger warnings on university campuses, in classrooms, before conversations that might be uncomfortable — I have some thoughts. Not because pain isn't real. It is. Not because difficult experiences don't leave marks. They do. But because somewhere along the way we decided that other people are responsible for managing our emotional responses to information — and that decision has cost us something. This episode is about that cost. About the difference between what happened to you and what you're doing with it right now. About the fact that your father, your ex, your childhood, the person who called you a name — none of them are in the room with you right now. What's in the room is your thinking about them. And that part is yours. You participated in every single thing you've ever experienced. That's not blame. That's the most liberating thing I know how to say. Also: a hawk flew by at the end of this recording. Make of that what you will. This is from the archive. 2023. Malachi would have been almost 24. He’s still dead in 2026. No almost 27. Trigger. Warning.
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