Tag: family life

I Shouldn’t Write About My Internal Monologue

Everything is going to be OK. Then again, OK doesn’t mean anything.

The diagnosis, while not changing me as a person, helped me to understand myself better. It helped me to treat myself better.

People like that love company.

Sometimes my posts betray me. I snitch on myself, as the kids say.

Without them, I would wallow in my own mind during times when my own mind is the most dangerous place to wallow in.

What came next could have destroyed me, if I let it.

Your kid is watching. You can’t scream. You can’t yell. You can’t say all the bad things you’re dying to say.

I never know what fatherhood surprises are lurking around the corner.

I never dreamed he’d play such a pivotal role in my home, but here he is.

They’re my song inspirations and my entire captive studio audience.