I must say I have no manners. I don't think I've ever thanked a follower despite how much I love writing on here! Well, thank you. I am in a place in which I admire the lives you have the courage to lead. I sense much self-discovery in my immediate future. I wish I could simply gaze into a crystal ball and see how it all should go.
Currently quite sick. It's amazing how quickly and terribly I fall apart only for forgetting to take one of my little teeny tiny pills one time. I had a completely ludicrous, (thank you autocorrect,) shift at work during which the stress became so great I broke down in an illness. By the time I remember why I felt so up, it was too late.
The comedian Patton Oswalt described u medicated depression as a happy puppy running through his body. Mania is a feral cat. An opportunistic supervillain. Then I see reports of tragedies like what has just happened in Chatanooga or Charleston. I suspect the same hunter loose in both tragedies. What does it say about me as a person that the only time I feel good about myself is when I see somebody who let their own insanity push them to those things.
I do love to write.