A recent experience yanks me back to 2015. You know, because I had to pee. You probably know what that’s like.
This post is past long by, but it’s going in there anyways. Sometimes when I walk, I look down at my shoes. Sometimes I look up for the Chimneys. Chimchimeree Chim Ch Do
The next step for me in my journey with Mental Illness. This is a tough one to swallow, but it’s time, and my responsibility.
We've just moved to Puerto Rico to try to reduce stress and anxiety. Now we're evacuating inland because of Hurricane Irma and hoping our house doesn't blow away.
What is being achieved by therapy? Is the past, present, and future being affected, or do they merely happen around me?
Having spent so long in depression, it's hard to tell if I'm just feeling better or if the pendulum is swinging too far the other way.
"You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories." I fear telling stories, but intend to push through that fear as I continue to contribute to this site.
A visit to Red Rocks Amphitheater and Dinosaur Ridge plus a short film by Pikazo that gives some perspective to life.