One Is What One Is, And The

I Am Tired Of Hiding, Tired Of Misspent And Knotted Energies, Tired Of The Hypocrisy, And Tired Of Acting As Though I Have Something To Hide.

But, With Time, One Has Encountered Many Of The Monsters, And One Is Increasingly Less Terrified Of Those Still To Be Met.

There Are Relatively Few Things That Kill People That Are Young Other Than Car Accidents And Suicide.

There Is A Particular Kind Of Pain, Elation, Loneliness, And Terror Involved In This Kind Of Madness. When You're High It's Tremendous. The Ideas And Feelings Are Fast And Frequent Like Shooting Stars....but, Somewhere, This Changes. The Fast Ideas Are Far Too Fast, And There Are Far Too Many; Overwhelming Confusion Replaces Clarity. Everything Previously Moving With The Grain Is Now Against-you Are Irritable, Angry, Frightened, Uncontrollable....it Will Never End, For Madness Carves Its Own Reality.

I Don't Think Grief Of Grief In A Medical Way At All. I Think That I And Many Of My Colleagues, Are Very Concerned When Grief Becomes Pathological, That There Is No Question That Grief Can Trigger Depression In Vulnerable People And There Is No Question That Depression Can Make Grief Worse.