To find something, you have to have either lost it, which infers that you had it at some point... or that you should have it because it is yours... or that you didn’t have it, stumbled upon it, and because of this it is now yours. I used to laugh at the idea of someone trying to “find themselves”, that is until I realized that I was lost.
For those of you who don’t know, I am in the latter stages of training to become a counsellor. I’ve been at this for about two-and-a-half years now and still have another fourteen or so months to go until I am officially qualified.
In the wake of what is happening all over the world, there is going to a significant shift in what is going to follow, once the world stabilizes. The whole situation seems as if the universe wanted a break from every breathing human, and it just had no option but to spread a virus to get everyone to stay put. Amidst the devastating effect of the virus, there is a silver lining too. The Ozone layer is slowly getting healed, the oxygen levels have gone up, the universe is actually self-healing itself. I think, there could be a change in the global warming aspect as well.
There are people on this earth who swear they really know me. They’ve known me for at least five years or more and they’ve partied with me a majority of those years. Partying with me means drinking. Drinking with me means seeing the best (inebriated) version of me and that’s the one that keeps people around. My Bipolar Disorder (type II) has been a part of my life for the past eighteen years.
Hi, I'm angry. I'm angry at questionable leadership decisions when the right ones don't seem too hard to make, at widespread misinformation by media - whether social or cable, the lack of empathy for thy neighbors, moody Midwestern weather. I'm angry because we are scrambling every piece of PPE at the hospital where I work, yet people are debating whether wearing a face mask in public is worth the effort, including the Commander in Chief. So what does the fox say?