Folks I began this thread saying that I didn’t want it to be a “look at me” spectacle, but I fear I might be beginning to become that self-absorbed guy I loath. You’ve witnessed my awkward attempts and some of you may have even smiled at them. Yet you offered me kindness and caring.

Perhaps the lifeline that I/we may need/want is simply being heard and honoring our courage and humanity. Allow us to struggle. Allow that there are times when there are no answers. Allow the silence to rage at its sorrow. Allow me to be exactly where I’m at. Don’t try to fix me.

And finally I am often under the influence of meds and they do interfere with my emotional equilibrium. Ya know that’s how Ralph would have said that. This is what I would say. Sometimes I don’t understand what I’m feeling and the meds make it worse and when that happens it makes me mad and then it scares the hell out of me!

As Rodney Dangerfield said, “It's Not Easy Bein' Me”.

I’m going to continue posting because writing words seems to help me focus and that helps me. Thank you.