Category: MH
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Stay busy my friends.
Idle minds are breeding grounds for misery. It’s best not to overthink this. Life is for the most part blunt and straightforward. Sometimes we’re searching for meaning that just isn’t there. We start to attribute things that are irrelevant memory fails and the subconscious fills the holes. Other times the subtext is all there reeking…
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What am I here for
As I lay in this hospital bed, having survived another experience that could have been my last, I teeter back and forth between a few feelings. On the one hand I am extremely grateful. I managed to survive a broken spine. Sounds crazy to me as I write it. I broke my spine and walked…
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Freefalling
Freeeeeeeeeee freefalling. Feeling scary good. Sometimes I just have to walk away. I’m not the biggest or baddest guy, but I can have a bit of a temper. I have lost a fight or two or three. Didn’t preclude four or five or six. Over the years, I have realized there comes a point in…
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Losing touch.
I am a pretty guarded person. It’s easy for me to keep everyone at arms reach. I’m not sure why. Maybe I am. I don’t think I mean to do it. Maybe forgetting people is easier than missing them. Every now and then I realize how out of touch I am with everybody. So I…
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PTSD on the Smaller Scale
This is my second post, but it’s actually the first one I wrote. As I was writing I thought there might be more people feeling like I was. That’s what took this from me thinking I’d keep a journal to sharing it as a blog. I’ve been putting off writing this blog, blurb, or essay.…
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Life after door kicking. 