Happy freaking Monday, y’all!

I don’t know about everyone else, but I had an extremely boring weekend. I did next to nothing.

I contemplated finishing my half sleeve, but then realized I really didn’t feel like being in more pain over the next week. It’s bad enough that the pressure in my shoulders from the storm has me barely sleeping, but when the shakes start in too. That is just bad news bears.

I talk a lot about me, as I am sure most people do. It wasn’t until recently that I realized, I only talk about my the bad in my life.

I have spent so many years living in a place of solitude and sorrow. Allowing others to dictate and control every aspect of my being. I was trying to be anything but a burden.

What I failed to realize is, I was a burden by half ass conforming when we all knew I didn’t fit.

It took a near death experience to wake me up. To make me see that my time on this earth was worth healing from and living on just despite the angry bastards.

I started my transformation on July 5, 2020. Exactly 7 months after spending 16 hours catatonic in a West Virginia hospital due to a freak incident that rendered me unconscious.

That day was January 5, 2020. But July, I had spent months drinking away the migraines. I had resigned myself to give up at 37. Then the signature hangover of America Day 2020 left me losing my stomach outside of my then fiancee’s parents camping trailer. The worst part is, it was parked in the yard next to the back porch. There is no experience more mortifying than calling sea lions to the porch stairs where your potential in-laws are sitting having their morning coffee.

The end of that story ends up with me being left at exit 219 off I-79 at the park and ride the next day. Keepin’ it classy!

Don’t worry. I recovered pretty quickly seeing as the pathetic bastard waited to break up with me via text, on a Friday. That way he didn’t have to own up the fact that his Mother didn’t like me.

At that point, I had already found the comedy in sitting on the porch all day just to avoid the spewing hate inside of the house.

Little did I know, I would go from that mess into the worst relationship of my life, riddled with health issues and on the verge of a mental break.

To Be Continued…