I don’t really remember how to be happy anymore.  Is that weird?  Is anyone really happy?

Two things control my life and ruin relationships…recent surgery has hopefully fixed one, and hopefully I can determine that my thyroid causes the other, being all the depression, disinterest, detachment, and drain. 

Fatigue cannot explain how difficult my life can be while living with constant insomnia and undiagnosed hypersomnia. 

I’d love to remember how my life was comfortable so many years ago when I had a girl to share life with instead of struggling daily to simply feel…adequate.

Living the life of a king can still leave one feeling helpless and discarded.  Don’t ever wish for a life with so much potential for disparity.