Twenty-five years ago, I thought I knew who I was.
25 years later, I'm on step one.
Who I'm following is the same: God, my Heavenly Father.
My family has grown but not the same. Grief.
Some close and loving relationships are over. More grief.
Some new ones have been added. Splendid joy.
I thought life would get easier by now.
Not so much.
Not today.
I thought.
Brave music is on in the background as I write.
A brave young man - introspective, talented, powerful.
Reflections of the past where I was mentally sinking,
The bipolar undiagnosed, therefore naked in the daylight.
Metaphorically.
Today I thought I'd feel better.
Sunsets. Darkness comes. I miss them. A lot.
No more thoughts. Tears...
Where has the time gone???????
