Beautifully Human / Blake Kunkel

Updated: Nov 27, 2020

As we continue our series today, Beautifully Human...

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We focus on the beauty of humans and the power in their stories…

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Through telling their stories we hope to connect this world. To spread strength, love, and humanity...

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To show a common thread of beautiful humans…

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This week we go to Las Vegas, Nevada with Blake Kunkel to hear his incredible story...

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I met Blake early last year when I was on tour with Periphery and they were opening for Dance Gavin Dance and Blake and I were two of the five merch dudes for the tour.

We became very close over this tour. It is always a weird dynamic starting into new tours. Ego's, attitudes, amount of items you can have, space you can have in the small venues you are in. But you are always close in proximity with everyone on the tour even if you are not on the same bus.

I was early into my sobriety at this point also into my new diet. I shared my story here and there and Blake and I bonded on crazy shit happening in life. We shared countless hours of stories, laughs, and life that month.

Blake gives incredible hugs. I miss those hugs. Blake also has an incredibly infectious laugh. Impossible not to laugh when he is. Blake has a beautiful heart.

I am lucky to call Blake a dear friend of mine...

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Blake Kunkel / Las Vegas, Nevada


Tell me a story that shaped your life…


- I know this is supposed to be a positive thing but I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and this story isn’t without its tragedy and darkness.  I’ve read most of the other stories of people you have posted and its beautiful to read redemption stories and finding light in the darkness…


This isn’t exactly that.  However this is definitely the thing that created the monster so to speak.  My life was a myriad of strange things and so much was going on in my life at the time.  I had just graduated high school, my girlfriend and I had just split, my parents were divorcing, I was without a job at the time and trying to just figure out what the hell I was going to do with my life and my future.  At the time I thought I was just bummed out, that this overwhelming sadness was just something I was going through and had been going through.  Looking back at it now I realize that what I was going through was part of my lifelong battle with depression.  I had felt this way since a young age but at this time in my young adult life it had hit me the worst.  The struggle I had always been dealing with is a sense of identity and finding where I belong in that.  Even in music something I loved with all of my heart I felt like a complete outsider. 

One night on my way to band practice I was on the highway, it was a somewhat gloomy Michigan day.  My brain had taken off and went into a spiraling autopilot of awful thoughts.  I had truly lost control of myself at this point.  Alone in my car with my thoughts attacking me, I closed my eyes, cross my arms and out loud said “god how much do you love me”.   At this point it seemed like in the middle of the chaos that I was feeling, the only way through it was out.  Obviously I’m typing this message today at 33 years old, 15 years later from that fall day. 

I woke up on the side of the road in a wrecked car and I was completely okay, and whatever was looking over me that day, I walked away from that.  I realized immediately how stupid what I did was, and I was angry at myself.  In my mind I came to this idea and conclusion that my attempting suicide was beyond selfish and cowardly.  At that point my mind wired itself in a way to tell me something that would end up defining everything for me from that point on. 

“Blake you are not a coward”. 

That became this cornerstone in which I attempted to build my life on.  I’ve put myself in some great situations because I had this sense of strength in me now. I’ve also been in some really bad situations because I’ve chosen to not walk away from a whatever due to a misguided sense of not backing down.  To this day I force myself to go through things, and I let this sense of pride tell me to suffer through it because “Blake you are not a coward”. There is balance in it, but it doesn’t come without its challenges.  That instance in my life changed something in my that shaped something that I would carry with my forever, wether that is good or bad… I’m not sure I’ll ever truly know.

Tell me a story that almost ruined your life…