I just want the old you back
I am so afraid that I will never be who I once was. And I am also afraid that I will be. I wrote this singular thought in my journal with no other comment. And there it sat for months, although, often playing on a reel in my head. I read this in a blog…
Can’t you hear the whumpfing?
Warning. I feel angry today. Some days, I don’t want to be here. I don’t mean not alive versus dead, here. I mean, here, in the midst of suffering, violence, addiction, poverty, disease, hatred, ignorance, natural disasters. The here that we find ourselves in on this planet. I am angry about it. I understand that…