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

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.
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