Things haven’t always been this way. I wonder when and why it all started.
A series of events, I suppose, an incident of rejection, hate, jealousy perhaps. It doesn’t matter now. It’s been a slow long drawn out process.
A process that repeats itself, like a wave crashing on the shore, or more like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
Again and again and again.
Why do I do this? Build myself up, taking on an exciting new challenge and then shining for a few moments then, in different ways, self-sabotaging my happiness and burning to the ground. …
The Patient Experience #3: A Difficult Diagnosis
When I was 23, I had my bloodwork done because people around me, gay men, young, handsome, bright men, were dying and the only indicator of why people were dying at the time was found in the blood.
I went to the Doctor to get my results during my lunch break at work. …