I Hate New Year. Was very down & depressed last night. Bed at 9:15pm. New day, new thoughts. Happy new year to you all. I hope it's all a good one. There will be ups & downs, successes & failures, good & bad. I have a beautiful wife, both parents, a brother, a home, fairly … Continue reading Here We Go . . .
I do not do resolutions. They generally weigh me down, and cause even more stress than normal. Plus, things change frequently, sometimes daily, sometime hourly. I have enough trouble keeping up with life from one moment to the other, never mind worrying about 2018 et al. I have not one clue what is going to … Continue reading New Year
Why do things have to change? Why do things have to end? Why is there pain? Why is there suffering? Why do I have to worry so much? Why are people so nasty? Why is there heartache? Why can I not be happy? Why can I not accept praise? Why is it time to move … Continue reading Why?
52 years. What have I done in 52 years? If I died now, who would miss me? What is my legacy? The end of 2017 is nigh. Am I any different to what I was 1 year ago? Is anything or anyone better because of me? Am I making a difference? Stop the world. I … Continue reading 52 Today
I'm trying to tackle my negativity, my automatic thought processes that tend to be - more often than not - negative. You know the type of thing. "Oh, look it's Monday again(!)" "Not Again!" "Treadmill time!" I'm a failure! I'm useless! I'm not a dad! I'm not rich! I have no savings! Why does Kim … Continue reading Negative Thoughts. Who Am I?
How many people are you? I'm not talking about schizophrenia, I'm talking about the person you show to others. I'm a few different people dependant on the situation in which I find myself. I'm the work person, the son person, the brother person, the church person, the husband person, and probably a few more. So … Continue reading Multiple Persons
A short story of the last few hours of someone left behind . . . Chapter 1 He sat staring at the computer monitor, looking at the blank page in front of him. What was going on? He had never had this problem before, but nothing came. Nothing permeated through the cloud of confusion, doubt … Continue reading In The Final Hours . . .
More and more I am finding that there is less and less to laugh about. There is nothing that is funny anymore. So much crap and guff, and garbage all over the place. Nothing is funny. Life grinds to a halt. The thorn in the flesh digs a little deeper, and there doesn't seem to … Continue reading Laughing . . . Failing