The first time I remember seeing a psychologist I think I was 9 or 10. He was a man of medium build with salt and pepper hair. He asked me questions and made me solve puzzles. The only puzzle I remember was a soccer ball. The puzzle was round instead of square and all the…

I began blogging long before we coined that term. Before livejournal was mainstream,
I had an online outlet for my thoughts in addition to many analog journals. Writing and creating are imperative for my well-being.
Enjoy the Ride.

“Hatred is never progress.
Hatred will never deliver us from what we have become.”
-Lindsay
To Be Me Is To Be Too Much.
My daughter closed the trunk of the car today. I didn’t know she was back there and I wasn’t expecting it. It’s a loud trunk to begin with and without expecting or preparing for it my response was comically exaggerated. I jumped out of my skin. I threw my phone. My heart started racing. I…
But… Why?
There have been three large grocery bags outside on my patio table for a month. They found their way here from the life I used to lead, placed in my car unmentioned along with the towels I agreed to take. A month ago I opened the first bag and felt my heartrate skyrocket immediately. I…