(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.
Rain or shine, why not unplug for a couple hours and enjoy the direct companionship of friends and family--if even only once in a blue moon.
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
via "Transform, Not Conform"
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.
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?