Random Writings on Life, Art, Music, Stupid People, and why pimples in your ear really suck. Parental Warning: This blog may make absolutely no sense for anyone of any age.
Friday, September 28, 2007
What A Ride
It has been a wild couple of weeks. And this ride still is not over. From being sent to a psychiatric hospital, to having my "life" taken away from me, to being given a fresh start, I have seen the very depths of hell, and I have seen the promises of paradise. One thing is for sure, this is one hell of a ride.
To recap what has happened, a couple of weeks ago I was sent to a behavioral hospital for treatment for my depression. And during my stay, my ear infection flared up, despite taking antibiotics, and my wife left me, taking my son with her. I was released, only after guaranteeing that I "have a support system in place," and the real fun began. My mom flew in from North Carolina, since she was the only one that wasn't working that I "can't be looked after," and "to make sure that I'm doing the things I need to do," 24/7. (I'M NOT SUICIDAL, PEOPLE! I'M SICK ,BUT NOT SUICIDAL!!) But none-the-less, she has been a great help to me, and aside from keeping me on this path of self-preservation, (i.e. making sure I take my meds, go to my doctor appointments, etc.), she has also reintroduced me to the path of self-awareness, a path that I have been lost from for quite some time. I feel more confident than I have in years. I now understand my limits, my needs, my wants, my vision.
I also feel more accomplished than I have in years, (no offense my wife or son). I have managed to accomplished more in two weeks, what has taken me years to contemplate. I now know what to do to start my own business. I now know who I need to talk to about getting money to start my business, without fear of being rejected. Although, after what has happened in the last two days, I now have to rethink my business idea. You see, my idea for a business was start a multimedia design firm here in town, but I just got hired as a graphic artist for the local newspaper, the Brownsville Herald, and I have a conflict of interest clause in my employment agreement. So, I can't start my business as a multimedia producer, just yet, but I might just have another ace up my sleeve.
Labels:
anti-depressants,
child,
depression,
graphic art,
hospital,
medical condtitions,
medicine,
newspaper,
son,
suicide
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