I Just Need Help 1/17/23

Those four words, “I just need help”, are both so powerful, and so difficult to say.

Impending Doom 1/3/23

Carrying my bag of dirty laundry, the day started off with me slipping on the stairs and falling down them, gravity pulling me all the way down hitting each stair on the way. My reflexes are still pretty good and I managed to avoid hitting my head, but it was excessively painful, and for somebody my age also very dangerous.

Isolated Fathers 1/2/23

What they believe is personal and as Americans, they do have the right to this opinion, but something that they should agree with is accepting the consequences of their own actions. If their families feel uncomfortable having them around, it’s because of their own actions, not those of their families.

Profound Loneliness 12/3/22

Today, though, I’m not sure what the trigger could be. It’s not that I don’t have an idea, but rather, I have several potential triggers.

Home 11/10/22

There are a few women that I have known through the years in whose arms I’ve felt more at home than anywhere else I’d ever been.

Daughter Day 9/26/22

On my social media page, I wrote, “Today is apparently daughters’ day, which has me thinking about my daughters, never born, always wanted. I wish I could have known you.”

Rejected Again 9/16/22

The purpose of these posts, as stated previously, is to help people going through similar feelings to know that they’re not alone. But to be fair, there’s also something cathartic in writing them.

The Bleil Curse 9/5/22

Living alone, he finally decided he had had enough. He didn’t commit suicide, per se, but he used his legendary stubbornness to just die.

A Loveless World 8/24/22

I was watching another damned romantic “comedy”, and they often have the effect of making me feel my loneliness far too deeply. As per usual, when I feel like this, I like to write about it if for no other reason than so other people who might be feeling the same know that they are not alone.

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.