I was very open about my personal struggles with anxiety and depression. I felt less alone when others reached out to me privately to share that they felt similar. I also felt like I had to post daily. I wasn’t working when I started this blog and was desperately searching for a sense of purpose. It gave me one.
How the fuck did I get here? Can I say fuck? It’s my blog, of course I can say fuck. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Now that
I’ve taken some time away in an attempt to live life for a bit. There have been days where I have pressured myself to post
So a good portion, we are talking at least 85% of my indecision, comes from in irrational fear of not making the perfect decision. Even
My wife and daughter return from vacation tomorrow night meaning my vacation of welcomed solitude comes to an end. I have missed them but I
The world will continue to exist regardless of my perception. For the past year I have been focused on mental health recovery and a bunch