Weeping 8/31/22

I like talking about this kind of emotional challenge for me, as openly and honestly as possible, because I know that others might be feeling the same way. If you’re one of my readers that might be in a similar state of emotional distress, you’re not alone. I’m there with you

The Pain 8/9/22

I was hurting, emotionally, spiritually, psychologically, and I was trying to heal my pain.

Another Failure 6/21/22

Tonight, I won’t be in bed alone. It’ll be overcrowded with demons from my failure as a dean, from my failure as the director of a forensic lab, and even as a failure as an adjunct professor.

The Color Blue 6/6/22

I lean towards some of the cinematic classics, such as “Monsturd”, the heartwarming story of an eight-foot-tall piece of fecal matter that comes alive and starts to kill people. My friends will often tease me about my choices in movies, and rightly so.

The Guy They’ll Marry 6/4/22

You cannot imagine the number of times I’ve been reassured, always by women, that the reason I didn’t have a girlfriend (back then) was because I wasn’t the guy that women want to have fun with, but don’t worry, apparently, I’m the kind of guy they’ll marry.

Tough Summers 6/1/22

In June and July, I was separated, divorced, my mother died, my father died, my dog died and so much more. One year, I had had such a string of crushing events that it became almost comforting, feeling as if nothing else could go wrong like when you suddenly feel warm just before death by hypothermia.

Remembering 5/27/22

It's fascinating to me how our mind is so strong that it can sometimes simply decide, and entirely in the background, that some things are far too painful for recollection.

The Gray Church 5/11/22

I feel as if I am carrying around a coat of pollution from my past, a “soot of arms” if you will.

Mental Health Awareness Month 5/9/22

It’s an important topic to me, as I am one of the “chronically lonely” elders that seems to be a thing these days, and have suffered from depression, diagnosed so long ago that it was called “Manic Depressive”.

The Struggle 3/30/22

The downslide hit hard a couple of days ago, starting with yet another nightmare. The dream centered around missing the proverbial train, as I’ve done time and time again throughout my life. It was filled with people insulting me, which was a new twist. The demons that are in my head keeping me from sleep so frequently managed to burrow into my dreams