November 5th, 2008. One of the more depressing things I have found that I wrote. There’s really no optimism in this whatsoever. At least that I am gleaning from it. I feel like this was when I was really beginning my downward turn. My brother Alan would tell you the same. As later that month when I visited home for Thanksgiving he became very worried about me.
Where does this path of mine lead?
It involves the leaves and the trees.
Stumbled have I, at the start.
Too easy is it,
to play when the pathway gets dark.
Nightmares of failure and disappointment,
haunt equilibrium and comfort.
Hoping the stride here isn’t futile,
Another broken heart.
I’m very happy to be taking medication for my bi-polar these days.
Thank you for reading.