(M)edia barons and Hollywood PR firms will see ratings and dollar signs as they step all over each other to drum up campaign after campaign regarding mental health and suicide prevention. The former does this because it's unwilling to report real news while the latter due to lack of original ideas. Within four months, the news cycle will have left the outpost and rolled on down the bumpy, chaotic trail of modern media.
It has never been my intention to write exclusively about my personal problems. That’s what the hell journals are for. Nor, do I have the burning desire to ramble along the well-traveled path of self-awareness/healing blogs or memoir diaries, because, quite frankly, I don’t feel like sharing my war stories. If you knew me 20 … Continue reading Co-occurring Chaos
About two years ago, my girlfriend, Cathy, suddenly passed away. The choir of family and loved ones—she had many—all were shocked and dismayed as to the what-and-why that led to her death. Just how in the hell do you explain major depression or other mental illness to someone who doesn’t have a clue? It was … Continue reading Predestined to Greatness
The burnt-out war stories are etched on the weathered faces of the other men and women who line up daily for chapel service followed by a meal: Living in the shadows of alleyways shooting heroin or pulling tricks in a car for another bag of whatever; or hiding behind the curtains of a run-down smoke-filled motel room, while nervously pacing back-and-forth for that plastic pint of vodka that tastes a notch above turpentine (hoping there’s at least a gulp left to stop the terrifying fucking shakes). Those are not examples of how well-adjusted people live.
Why is it that Cathy and I-like millions of others- have to live a fucking life never knowing how miserable we're gonna feel when we wake up? Some days, there’s hope; other’s its sheer agony getting out of bed. To take this a step further, why do so many of that millions—excluding Cathy—think that they can quiet the internal monster with booze or drugs, knowing perfectly well that only makes matters worse?
I'm a firm believer that tragedies hit us in threes. The third "shoe" to fall is pending. Meanwhile, I feel compelled to preview my second attempt at a novel. Life can be a chaotic and surprising walk for many of us who fight inner demons daily.... “Diagnosis Pending” By Zachary C. Smith “When you're back … Continue reading “Diagnosis Pending:” A work in progress