Existentialism. I struggle with this concept a lot, it hard for me to see the point in anything. The pervading thought I have is that it is just a matter of time before everything ceases to matter. So if this is is the case, then what is my purpose? Who am I? The existence that we are experiencing, is it real or a matrix? I do not know how some seem to wallow through life seemingly impervious to an existence that is arguably devoid of true meaning. I also despise how "life" brings certain people, but then the inevitable drift happens. Whether it is a slow or rapid tide the bonds that you have formed with individuals are always torn. How do we combat this? Can we? How do we fight drift? "My life is no more than a drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops."
" Imagine that the Whisky is the Fire " "... and that the message is that which is known only to the soul of man " (McCullers, 1936, p. 203). I have decided to write this blog to help chronicle my severe battle with mental illness and subsequent recovery that robbed me of the latter part of my 20s and reconcile the emotional, physical, and mental abuse I endured as a young boy. Regarding the former, at the time I was engaged to the woman who would later become my wife, and life was pretty good; one day I walked into our home and the TV was tuned to SportsCenter. Funny the things you remember when a tragic event occurs, and within a span of minutes, my life began to change. What I saw on that screen triggered something deep inside of me, I am not...