I feel like I’ve been regressing and I’m struggling with who I have become.
Have you ever heard a reproduction of your own voice? I like my voice. As I hear myself speak in my own head, I mean, it’s not the most beautiful voice, but it’s very nice. Then I hear it in an audio recording, and it makes me want to wretch.
I’ve heard from friends that have been close to me and a significant part of my life for a very long time, and from friends that I still adore but have drifted from me for quite a long time.
Our support network, in an ideal world, should begin with my family. Mine just reminded me that my support network does not include them
“Just a short note. Your Dad passed away early this morning. A peaceful ending for him.”
we were married on July 20. We were separated in June, and the divorce was finalized in August. I lost two jobs in the summer, and my mother died in August
Today, I received a text from a number that my phone did not recognize that said, “Hey Rich, just FYI, they have admitted your dad into Hospice tonight.”
this routine was very comforting to her. She had separated herself from the church for quite an extended period of time and had gone through some tough times. When she finally returned, this routine, the same as from her previous church, was like a warm blanket
I started this blog as an experiment in honesty, so, let's be honest.
I can feel sorry for myself since I’ll never have these things again, or I can feel sorry for those who will never experience them at all. I’m always sorry when good things come to an end, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t appreciate having had the experience.