…You know how when some people first find Religion, (or Sobriety, or Parenthood, or a book, or a really good shoe sale), and become completely obsessed about it, as if it were invented specifically FOR them, or by them, and their wonder knows no bounds of excess, to the point where if you have to read one more weepy confession, or see one more picture, or post…you’re gonna lose your shit?
This is fair warning. I am about to be one of those people.
…I already have religion, (well, my version of it.) We are all lucky that I have no progeny. I already own all the books. We all know, I’ll never give up on alcohol. And I’ve about thirty pairs of shoes I still haven’t gotten round to wearing, so I don’t need any more.
I am going to annoy the flying fuck out of you though self-help, in my current attempts to drag my ass out of my PTSDing, depressed, and anxious incapacity. Also known as: my current place in life.
I’m ready for this shit. Even if you aren’t. And I’m gonna take you kicking and screaming with me. I mostly won’t be precious about it…that’s not my style…but I will be real, and sometimes it will suck. A lot of time it will be bitchy. Sometimes sad. My end goal here is to just annoy the hell out of you all, with positivity, and hope.
…Cuz we can sure as hell all use some of that, yeah?
Right!
So’s you can keep up (and join in if want) I’m on day three of this:
…And while doing nonsense like chores at home, and pretending to be busy at work, as the season turns, am listening to this:
…Because I needed to do something and start somewhere…and this seems as good a time and place as any.
Go team me!
~D
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