I have been fighting for over a year with various things I will not bore you with. Truly, if you know me personally you know what and who I have been fighting with.
My whole life has been a fight. Not a physical one. I can’t even imagine physically throwing punches. Maybe when I get a new shoulder and elbow.
But anyway. Whether one of my parents were fighting for me as a kid, or my small fights with banks, institutions, the state, etc., I have learned to love a good fight.
Until 2016/2017. The fight continues but let me tell you. I am tired. Wore the fuck out. Exhausted.
About a month ago I realized I had a tinge of depression. It wasn’t full on, “I need help,” but I felt it. I was just dead.
I am not sure what has happened these past few days. I mean aside the fact the air quality has been shit and I couldn’t breathe. I feel more like myself than I have been in the past 6 months.
It happens.
