Our egos trick us. Maybe use our egos as a tool to get us to a point of control. What do I know.

Need to hold on and not give up. All of us do. Hard? Yes. But hold on.

There’s this voice in my head that always seems to talk to me. You know the one…

Life’s good, but not great. Life is not perfect but can be made to be pretty close.

No resolutions, reflections. No resolutions, solutions. That’s the name of the game.

I still feel like I am at the beginning. Could be my procrastination, could be me letting life distract me from the real issues. But are we really living if we allow the outside, or anything else block our progress? Sure, we all want to be okay, but we should be okay as a WHOLE.

I remember going places, being introduced… an ignorant teenager that didn’t know any better. Feeling awkward half the time. I often wonder that people HAD to suspect something was up.

She died in my arms about 8 years ago… for whatever reason, decided 26 years prior to take in a 15 year old kid and start a relationship. She, 27, I was 15.

The seeds were planted. So many thorns disguised as roses. So many issues have implanted themselves over the years, the roots run deep.

In my typical half-assed attempts, sought help from a therapist. I was diagnosed with mixed anxiety and depression disorder, or MADD… oh the irony.