I haven’t written in a while but this man is one of my favorite people in the world. His writings have helped me find balance in spite of his occasional unbalance; perhaps because of it.
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I used to write almost every day here. Over time, I stopped writing as much. A few times over the past few months I’ve tried exploring that. Writing here is supposed to be a coping strategy. By not writing, I’m not coping.
During the past year and a half, I’ve been noticing a steady decline in my well-being. On the outside, I appear fine to everyone. People who know me in person will see someone with a smile and a fairly quick wit. I’ve consoled myself that people are telling me I’m making progress.
But I’m not, not really. This is terrifying to admit, because there are people who might read this who would use it to lock me up or do other menacing things. Their own terror compels them to do so, but they don’t realize they’d be making matters worse. So what I…
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