The death of a father hits you hard.
For me it brought mania, even hospitalization.
Right now, I just feel exhausted.
It’s been a crazy time. Glad to be mostly sane, trying to be careful of my energy.
I do want to get back to blogging every day, it’s nice to have an earworm that tells you to write.
But, for now I just need to take it easy and one day at a time. And I’m feeling down right now. Glad I have the chance to play some pinball tomorrow.
Glad I have a wife that can deal with me. It sure wasn’t easy in April.
Glad I have my two amazing cats Lenny and Squiggy who love me no matter what.
Glad that Colleen Hoover was able to give me some money from my poem “Write Poorly” that is in her wonderful book “Point of Retreat.”
Glad to know a lot of cool people in the EarthSpirit community, the poetry community, and the Maine Twitter community.
I am getting by now. It’s one day at a time. And often I just want to crash. That’s okay.
I am not reading as much that’s okay.
My dad is gone forever, that really hurts. I had no idea how much.
Sadness comes in waves, I am in a wave of sadness. That’s okay. I think that’s even healthy.
And hopefully I can get out there and play some golf, and some pinball. I can get out and have lunch with some people again. And hopefully even get off lithium soon. I am glad it helped to calm my mania, but it’s not my favorite drug.