Now that I’m seeing a proper therapist, I have the opportunity to talk about the things which tax my soul. She is the only person I can really talk to, and it’s much harder than I thought it would be. I have very few friends in real life that I’m even slightly open about with […]Read More Talking Cure
I no longer know who I am. This, of course, assumes I ever did. I exist, and I know I am a real person, just barely. But that’s about it. I have always had trouble with the question of “Who Am I?” I have no true ethnic or cultural identity, being adopted. I don’t know […]Read More I am nobody.
In roughly two and a half years of a downward spiral, I managed to dig myself deeply into debt. In 2014, after buying my apartment, I had clear credit cards (better for mortgage interest rates) and not surprisingly, a fairly empty bank account. It was fine, though, because I had saved up for one big […]Read More What I owe.
1. Making Room to Breathe. I need to have less things around me. I need to downsize and declutter. I need to get myself out of debt. I need to stop letting stupid shit overwhelm me. 2. Finding Myself. I’ve been in an existential crisis for, oh, 35 years. The last few have been […]Read More My Goals