MrMutant

What to say?  Things have changed so very much in the past month, that I think it just caught up to me, and my brain decided that it had enough of mediocrity and complacency. It rebelled against me and advised me not to relax. I let my guard down, and it hit me. Hard.

I made a bit of a fool out of myself, giving into the urges of my brain and succumbing to my mental illness.  And, as usual, after a long period of rueful discourse with my best friend, things were said, tears were shed, and misunderstandings exploded in our faces.  Shortly thereafter, more tears and finally the sky started to brighten.

It's the same story, over and over (which is why I am certain that I am Sith): Fear leads to anger; anger leads to hate; hate leads to suffering.  And there, I lay, suffering over actions. Or inactions, in this case.

Nonetheless, situations were ironed out, and things are well in the world. A few new scars (metaphorically, not literally) were gained, but all the more to strengthen the skin for the next time.