It’s more than a long weekend and barbecues. Always remember to thank a veteran, for what freedom we have is owed to them.
I’m still alive, just haven’t had internet access other than my cell phone for over two weeks. I’m now staying between my mom and sisters house, but I have a roof over my head. Still working the same job. Wife and I have been separated for a few months now, don’t know if we’re working things out or not, remains to be seen, but I’m happy. Did wind up in the psyche ward again for chronic major depressive episodes but they finally got my meds right so that’s something. I didn’t think it possible but life does go on and you find a way to adjust to the circumstances. I suffer from major depressive disorder, OCD, anxiety, arthritis, and hypertension, I’m living out of a duffel bag but I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time, thanks much to the outpouring of support from my online family (you guys). My immediate family has been a colossal help too. There’s no way I could have done this on my own.
I’ll try to update a little more often, trying to stay away from the news and politics as I have enough to deal with at the current time. Think I’ll just stick with comedy and boobies for a while. That always makes me feel better anyways. But thank every one of you that stopped by to offer support and encouragement. Like I said, I couldn’t have gotten this far without you.
There will be no more posts on this blog. My personal life is currently shit, and that takes precedent. I will leave this up for the archives until hits reach zero, then it’s gone for good. To everyone that took the time to read something here and post a comment, thank you. To all of you guys that helped me along the way thank you. And to all who happened here from some random search engine and actually learned something, thank you. That’s why I did this.
I have the misfortune of suffering from major depressive disorder, obsessive compulsive disorder, anxiety and etoh addiction. needless to say, my life is a fucking mess. today is one of those kind of days when i start digging around for razor or rope. i’m fucking miserable. i want it over with. but then i read an article like that, written by someone in the same predicament as myself, and i feel hope. i don’t want to make that list. i won’t make that list. i will overcome this and get on with my life.
Rest well in heaven Mario
Excessive force. Ya reckon?
I can guarantee you this: Had that been my wife, even though she did act stupidly, I would find those cops, beat the living fuck out of them, and do my time with a smile on my face.