In the beginning

The passing of my brother, the relationship with my life partner in its death throws, the progress of my degenerative disease, the orchestrated disempowerment of me at work and financial fortunes that are stumbling at the finish line have brought me to stare into the abyss.

I can talk to my (remaining) nearest and dearest, but not for too long or too often to save them from entering the quagmire of my mind. The self absorption is all too much for people on the edges of my existence.  The simple solutions like joining  a club and lightening up prevail.

The therapeutic benefits of journals are well known, but who listens. This media being the shared home of selfies and face book posts is the place for this. This is the place for it to be all about me. If one person reads a little and can identify, it has been worth it.

My tale will not be a tale of woe but a tale of a journey to find peace with myself, society and the world.