Where does six years go? In the blink of an eye, she’s gone. I can still see myself, sitting down with my new iPad, this iPad, and writing down the first chapter of Life on The Line. The story of my time in the restaurant industry.
It’s been six years. Six, years.
Loosing the last 18 months has been easy. Being disabled has a way of sending your life into “Groundhog Day”. 547 days ago my disability started.all but about 20 of those days have been pretty much the same day. Everyday spent in pain. Over, and over, and over…..
If not for my dogs, I would be locking in a padded facility on a farm somewhere. Talking to the voices in my mind.
Is internal screaming a bad thing? How much screaming is normal, either internal or external? My screaming never stops. Ever. No matter what I’m doing , I can hear it. At times, it’s so loud I can’t hear people I’m talking with. At others it is like a soft buzzing. An ear worm 🐛.
The other four years? Gone. Some photos, good memories, and bad. Gone. Time spent toiling for the profit of others. Wasted.
What are you toiling for? For whom? Is it worth your short time on this rock? 🪨
