I’m going to try something this morning. I want to share with you how I process things in my mind. It won’t be a perfect representation, of course, but I will try to make it as accurate as possible. So let me lay out the color key for you, since my brain doesn’t work on a single thread. The bold words are what is being spoken. Everything else occurs in my head. Oh, and don’t let the long list fool…
They can take my money. They can take my freedom. They can take my health. They can take my security. They can take away my family. They can take away my friends. They can take my happiness. They can take my life. Yet… They can’t take my mercy. They can’t take my compassion. They can’t take my kindness. They can’t take my love. In this they are powerless.
Every brain is different. While the general structure is the same, and the blueprints are mostly identical from person to person, the actual composition of the brain varies from person to person. Part of it is due to chemical changes during gestation, or as we age. It can be caused by traumas that are physical, mental, and emotional. It is influenced by environment, both the one in which it lives, and the one that raises it to maturity. The thought…
Today is a bad day. I’ve been on the verge of tears all afternoon. There isn’t any specific reason for it, I guess I’m just tired in general. I’m tired of the way people behave towards others. I’m tired of our bloodlust, and our desire to engage in petty recrimination. We find something wrong with a human being, and we hammer away at it until they’re known only by their greatest flaw, at which point we have the excuse we…
I have anxiety. I have depression. I bet if I sat down with my doctor, we would both come to the conclusion that I have bipolar disorder, because I swing so hard from mania to depression and back again. I make the movement of a pendulum stand stand still by comparison. I’ve had multiple mental breakdowns. I’ve had emotional, intellectual, and physical burnout. My doctor was worried because of the workload. I sent him my latest glucose and blood pressure…
6th Grade Classmate: “Do you have a nickname?” 12 Year Old Me: “Yeah, it’s Slim.” 6th Grade Classmate: “Other kids call you Slim?” 12 Year Old Me: “Yes. I’m known for being very slender. It’s my best feature.” That was me, at 12 years of age, in the 6th grade. I was 4’6″ tall (137cm), and weighed 125 lbs (56kg or roughly 8.9 stone). For those of you keeping count, that is not slender, that is overweight. When I was…
I have so many opinions on things. I think we all do (he opines), and there is this part of us that wants to share those opinions with others, in the hopes we find like-minded people who reinforce our own worldview while making it possible for us to bond as a group. Unless it’s something I consider to be hard fact, I usually don’t attempt to force a position on points of view. Sure, I’ll say whether I think you’re…