Category: Personal

Meds, Mania, and Middle Ground

That was me. Drifting like a fallen angel back to the hard ground I fluttered over, like a ghost, for two years. The real me, almost invisible to everyone.

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Hitting the Reset Button

I think we all have these moments.  Some of us do something about it, the rest of us do nothing.

My Friend Is Gone But Bowie Lives On (Insert Emoji of Your Choice Here)

So not only has my friend died, he lied about why he was dying, and he died on New Years Day. Now New Years Day from 2016 on forward will have the death of my friend chained to it for the rest of my life.