Rolling with the punches until you get knocked out
It's really not all that shocking that I'm depressed. The past year or so has been a doozy to say the very least. I've had to grapple with my brother's drug-related death, my own health (another post), my relationship drama and finally, my aunt dying a drug-related death early in December. I learned life was hard and full of all sorts of unpleasant shit early on. Being sat down and told my father was dead on a Thanksgiving morning in 1989 will do that to you. As will being so at odds with my... Sign in to see full entry.