This week has low-key been the worst. As I wrote that, I realized that it’s only Wednesday. Now I want to crawl into a hole and die. The general consensus among my friends has been the full moon which I think arrives tonight. Mercury is out of retrograde so I can’t blame that. I don’t,
At any given point in time, I am a walking anxiety potato and this week seems to be no exception. After bouncing back from a really bad depressive episode a few weeks ago, I went back into life in full force with a newfound vigor and stupidity. I published a book, got back on track
The posting was a simple one but in reality it said a lot, “Depression is an evil nasty little bitch and I absolutely refuse to let it win. If I’m being honest, it’s got a pretty good lead on me right now.” It was Friday afternoon and I was sitting in the parking lot at
I guess I need to preface this post with an explanation. For those that don’t know a lot about me, I wait tables part time. It a great source of income to help pay for races and when I’m not touring it gives me something to do. Not to mention it is a great source
Hello and welcome to my final post of 2016. You know. That year that tore us all apart. Yeah. It’s finally over. 2016 was a year of worn out hearts and trembling hands. This was a year of heartbreak, loss and moments that truly felt like the end of the world. My current working theory
June 12, 2016 is a day I, and so many others, will never forget. I woke up to my phone buzzing non-stop. There had been a mass shooting at a nightclub not far from my home in Orlando. A nightclub frequented by many of my friends. June 12, 2016: The First 24 Hours The morning
Somewhere With Regret 