But, I'm Alive
I've been absent from my precious writing for a year and I will say it's because I was depressed. It hasn't just gone away for good from my life. It's gone for now and I've got my shit together. Get it, my GYST! It means, Get Your Shit Together! Thank you, Doctor A!
My thoughts are all over the place today. I started to write and write about what was going on around my world. I realized it was a bunch of bullshit! The real shit is that I made a great Facebook post to my Dad and posted it. Two minutes later I got a call from my parents yelling at me. Let's say yelling and screaming about how rude I was to put a Father's Day message on FB and not call. They're 3 hours behind me and it was 6:45 AM for them. Crushed. My heart, head, and soul are crushed, still to this minute. He hadn't even read it. I thanked him for choosing me. He adopted me when I was 7 years old. Life goes on, right. And to think I kept the last name. Fuck. Another story, for another post.
I want to go where I can be free again. Thinking of everything I have given will get me there. So much time wasted. My time is precious and to be spent getting the good stuff. These tears will roll down my face for as long as they need to, to escape this hell. But, I'm Alive! I choose me! I choose those that matter in my world.
Getting back in the groove, one post at a time.