Hey There!

I’m going to give you lot a break from reading about STDs. It is important to educate yourself on them, though. Remember that.

This is another bar blog. I don’t have too much to say as of now, but as I get writing, maybe something will flesh out.

Each day is different for me now. Not in the sense of what’s going on during that day, but my mood. I’ve been crazy with mood swings. Particular about who I take my anger out on. Disgusting at times. It hasn’t been pretty.

Other times I’ve been the best person I can be. I’m now training NINE boxers! Nine! Two weeks ago I had one. I’m giving away my time for my biggest passion & let me tell you, it feels fucking good.

I’ve started to spar again. I currently have a bruise under my right eye & a cut above my left eye. I feel alive. Boxing makes me feel alive.

I told you I would flesh some stuff out, probably. Doesn’t look like that was the case. Consider this another “diary” entry. I know you probably didn’t get much from this, but I really do hope you’re doing well. I am grateful you continue to read what I write. I believe this should be used for good, even when I’m talking shit about myself. Use this as inspiration. Use this as an “I’m not alone in this shit” way. Use it somehow. I do this for me, I do. But I wouldn’t mind you getting something out of it, too.

I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.

Nothing Substantial

The title of this post tells you exactly what you’ll be reading, so don’t worry, you have time to hit the “back” button & get the hell out of here. If you stay, well, thank ya.

I’m here writing to write. I’m pretty indifferent today. Comfortable in my own skin today. It feels great. OH! I woke up at a decent time today. Granted I only got about 3.5 hours of sleep because of it, but it’s a goal I set for myself this week & I fucking did it. Go me, right?

How are you holding up? Are you pushing yourself when you’re feeling down? Are you not giving up? Are you checking in with yourself? We, the mentally ill people, need you around. There’s a chance I run into you at a bar & you have no idea I’m the one writing these blogs & I have no idea you’ve read my blogs. We could have a conversation down the road. A good conversation. One of those conversations we all live for.

I have absolutely no clue who the hell you are, but you’re doing something right in this world. Everyone is. Stick with it. I told you I’m writing to write, I don’t think a single solid thought was fleshed out in this blog.

I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.

Don’t Freak Yourself Out

If you read my last post (here, you lazy but loveable pile of shit) you know I broke up with a short-term girlfriend last night.

Man, did she surprise me. Not only was she accepting that my mental health holds me back from being 100% committed right now, but she also offered help moving forward. She didn’t cling. She didn’t fight. She just listened.

People surprise us. I found myself more welled up with tears than she was, but coming to terms with your own ‘right here, right now‘ deficiencies can really get to ya.

What’s the lesson here? I don’t really know. Don’t freak yourself out because you need to be honest due to the importance of your own self care?

Yeah, let’s go with that.

I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.