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
Shall I give up all hope and simply dwell upon the inevitable—that I have completely ruined my life and have no hope for redemption? Quite frankly, the suggestion is a daily struggle for me. What if, today, I consider the pint of whatever half full, as opposed to half gone?
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