Earlier, he had mentioned that he was ready to be in the grave.
He was comfortable as we lifted up the guard rails of his hospital bed, locking his crib in place…
“I’ve lived a full life”, the old man said…
“This could be my grave”
And I couldn’t relate, though I know his troubles.
This man has tried to commit suicide, and that is why I’m with him… Continue reading Old Man Edward
The direction of my life is completely out of my control. I cannot prevent my gut, or my intention. My own desire to write the thing I wish I could read. I’ve found myself contemplating ideas of purpose. Ideas of success. Analyzing and interpreting what these words mean to me. What I want and how to achieve it.
The thing is, I have a dream. I want to be an author. Continue reading “Detox, Recovery, and the Pursuit of a Dream”