On March 29th, 2015, my best friend in the world passed away.
Sometimes you just get that feeling. It happens to everyone but affects us (you know who we are) much more than others. It's one thing to feel hopeless about the way things are going. It's another to obtain that deep, sinking feeling.
I have trouble with my memory. A lot of times you see individuals with my kind of issues to have suppressed memories that block out much of their lives.
I go through most of my days in a state of confusion. I do not mean this in a way such as an Alzheimer's patient but more along the lines of just utterly confused.
In case my loving audience didn't know, I'm a recovering alcoholic. That story itself is for another time.
I've decided on a calling that I am very excited to take part in.
My mind seems to go blank quite often. It seems this way all the time.