There is so much stimuli in the world – I am not sure where to turn to find any peace. Not to mention, self-thought and valid communication.

I’m not happy with what I am right now.

• Exhausted.
• Fat.
• In pain.
• Old.
• Angry.

I am responsible for where I am in my life. 100% responsible for the choices I’ve made and the actions I’ve taken.

I am totally responsible for who I am.

My wife (and others) says that happiness is a choice.

Why is it so hard to make it?

Depression sucks. Darkness descends on my soul. The urge to sleep for a long time is strong. I need all my strength just to keep moving forward and not drop in my tracks.

What happened?

Why can’t I feel anything?

Where are my friends? Have I driven them away?

Don’t stop, don’t pause and think about it.

Sleep is waiting in the wings to capture me.

Suck it up – be a man about it.

Power through.