On June 19th, I knew I had to make a choice: Live or die.
We’re at the finish line. I’m rounding third. Here comes the white flag. Set the gallows. This is it.
In regards to the future, it’s always out of reach. It’s never realized…
I want nothing. At the same time, I want everything. Maybe a little bit of that which I cannot have.
September 1, 2022. The day she said yes…
Pain. It hurts. It’s uncomfortable. You’re sad. You cry. You hate it. You wish it on no one.
Break the chains of self-loathing guilt. Life happened, and can still happen.
Not everyone is wired the same. Motivation has to come from within. At some point, you just have to JUMP.
Fifty is the new forty. Working forty hours per week is no longer the norm; fifty if not sixty is.