500 Words on Happiness

HOLY SHIT IT’S A NEW BLOG POST I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how much time I’ve lost, or has been stolen from me, because I’ve been unhappy. Unhappily married, unhappily employed, unhappily living. As human beings, nobody would choose to be unhappy, save for the willfully masochistic, and I’m not one of them.… Continue reading 500 Words on Happiness

A Pawn No Longer

“There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them.” — Denis Waitley I know this is a long post. Thank you for reading it in its entirety. Let’s begin at the beginning. I was diagnosed with Type II Bipolar Disorder 14 years ago at… Continue reading A Pawn No Longer

Thirty-Nine

I took some time to overhaul the look of this blog so that it was more centered on Dungeons & Dragons. I had intended, for the most part, on producing only content related to that game here. In the weeks since I made that change, I’ve struggled to generate said content. The explanation may be… Continue reading Thirty-Nine

The Lonely Road to "Better"

I have a confession to make. I don’t always fully disclose what I’m thinking or how I’m feeling. It’s not that I intend to engage in deception, obfuscation, or lies of omission. In my mind, I consider other issues far more important than something that occupies the entirety of a single head weasel’s diatribe. When… Continue reading The Lonely Road to "Better"

I Want To Believe

It’s a statement I’ve said many, many times, especially in the last year or so. I said it several times when I wrote this post back in January. Even in these last few months, I’ve changed, I’ve moved forward — even away from that very post! — and come more to terms with who I… Continue reading I Want To Believe

Seriously, DFTBA

I am not composed of cells and tissue. I am composed entirely of awesome. So are you, provided you haven’t forgotten that fact. It’s an easy thing to forget, really. We live in a sad, fettered world that’s all about the gains and advantages, the one-upmanship and quick victories, the lionization of the false self-image… Continue reading Seriously, DFTBA

Thine Own Self

In Hamlet, Polonius is a bit of a pompous windbag. Nobody really minds when he dies (spoilers) though the ramifications of that murder kind of tip things into the downhill spiral of death and despair that defines the climax of the tragedy. But before he reaches his stabbity end, he does utter one bit of… Continue reading Thine Own Self