Last night was awful. I stood on a cliff contemplating my existence and still death seems so appealing.
I told my wife I need some space to deal with my mental health and really get better. 146 more words
Ramon Santiago was a hell of an artist. Ask anyone. Surely you remember the clown white faces with the dark eyes? Yes, they looked a little like a painting of the 70s glam band, KISS, but this was art. 3,199 more words
The boys and I are on Vancouver Island for the final weeks of the wedding season. This past weekend Nana Cheryl had the boys, while I attended my friend Eva’s wedding on Pender Island (more to come on that in another post.) I even got to meet up with friends in Victoria and spend some much appreciated solo time before reuniting with Kane, Mav, and Nana for a little side trip to Saturna Island, while the ferry schedule was on our side. 351 more words
This post is gonna be very personal and slightly raw. If you would rather not read I’ll understand, in fact I’d suggest you don’t. With that said, I’ve got to get something off my chest. 1,168 more words