Chicago

12-28-24

Happy Birthday. That’s what I should be saying to Ambrose today. He should be 64 years old. I should be…

I slept in. My Christmas present to myself. The headache that was threatening for the last two days blossomed into…

Tomorrow, I head home. I want to be home. I want to be in my own space. I want to…

Today was a tough day for me for a variety of reasons already recorded in my personal journal. Suffice to…

So now I know what it is like to spend time in a mental health facility. Now I know what…