I write sad stuff for this blog all the time and then I just delete it. I don’t publish it because I still believe that if I don’t have anything positive to say, then I shouldn’t say it at all. Someday, I hope, happy words will return to my repertoire.
Gahhh… I read this stuff the next day and it’s just mostly embarrassing. I can’t believe I shared that. Ughh… pathetic.
I realize though that embarrassment is one of the reason (OF MANY) that I refuse to return to you all. The few people that have tried to contact me are really sweet, but what do you say to these people when you’re such a douche?
Ugh, it’s embarrassing.
Well the good news is that you won’t have to hear from me for a few days. I’m headed for the mountains.
I suppose I have two options – find myself or lose myself. Hopefully, realization is waiting for me there. And if not, then the other thing.
How do you know when you’ve hit rock-bottom? Do you hit something on the way down? Or do you only realize it after you’ve pulled yourself back up? Either way, I think I have a ways to go. I prefer to suffer in silence.