I deleted my Facebook account about five minutes ago.
The feeling was exquisite. There is a sensation of lightness within, like the relinquishment of a clunky burden.
It was an impulsive decision in execution, though I have been considering this … Continue reading
The other day I was buying junk food from the convenience store. My hair all messy. Ewok beard on full display. Probably stunk like depression.
Waiting in line, this beautiful woman comes up behind me. Tall, well-groomed, elegant clothes. She … Continue reading
I was raised Republican.
From my teens until my late twenties, I didn’t care about politics.
When I finally started caring, I leaned far left.
Over the past few years, both wings strike me as way off the mark.
The … Continue reading
Tiredness pursues me relentlessly. Sleep has become my sweetest escape.
Alas, I’m trying to save my life here.
So, I got up. Took a shower.
Showers are more work than they should be. Because I’m fat and inflexible. My arms … Continue reading
Yesterday, I talked about how my next choices were crucial. To build habitual momentum in a healthy direction, I needed to act in accordance to strengthening my neural pathways associated with healthful choices.
Alas, I didn’t really do that.
Let … Continue reading
Yesterday was a decent step in the right direction, as far as days go for someone desperately struggling to transcend depression.
I wrote upon awakening, honoring my commitment to re-engage in a daily writing habit.
Then I spent most … Continue reading
Once again, I’ve no idea where to start. This may be the case repeatedly over a course of time, but I will keep going.
Elegance and cohesion are not my game; digging is.
Digging into myself for something real. Something … Continue reading
As I sit down to write this, I have no idea what to say. No plan or grounding idea.
The longer I spend pondering what to say, the more lost I am.
This lostness is part of why I’ve gotten … Continue reading
For me, there is little more disconcerting than seasons in my life in which I just cannot express myself.
I rely on self-expression not only as a form of communication with others, but as a way for me to discover … Continue reading
I was twenty-one years old on a perfect late 2002 summer eve in Westland, MI, meeting up with some new friends.
My initial idea was that we’d get blitzed on liquor, as was my social norm back then. However, my … Continue reading