Today, while I was grocery shopping, I saw an old man buying his own.
Don’t read this. It’s poison for your soul– but it cleansed mine in the writing of it. I rather you not be contaminated by the toxicity.
The world is full of liars, self, of voices that speak falsely. Take heed, for often the liar is you.
Every human being is aware, on some level, of how utterly shite they are. All of us know, to some extent, what our flaws are. We are not perfect. By virtue of being human, we fall short, and for all of our five senses, we can be staggeringly blind, deaf, and senseless to what’s going […]
I am a slow learner. I am no longer what I used to be. I feel that my mimd is shrinking, or even scarier — that it had always been small to begin with. I feel the limits of my brain acutely: I require more rest (at least 7 hours a day), and get more […]
It is no secret to anyone who knows me fairly well that I am Bipolar. Of this, I am not ashamed. I have no shame in being Bipolar.
But not being ashamed of being Bipolar does not immediately equate that I feel no shame at all.
I think I just accidentally wrote down my purpose in life.