Escaping the Gray

I was bombarded. It was long overdue, and I heard a lot of harsh, necessary truths all at once from someone who was at their wits end,...

At the time I tested positive, I felt fine... better, in fact, than I had in weeks. I was beyond frustrated, and I still am.

I spoke previously about resolve, and more specifically about resolutions. My one and only resolution this year was to hold myself...

It is a new year. 366 days of 2020 all reside in our rearview mirror. Armed with survivors' wisdom, we can afford to hope once more while...

How do I even begin...? I pondered for a while over how to approach writing this post. It is the first I have written in a while....

You never know what it is you are going to miss most until you already miss it.

A faint, pleasant breeze kissed her face, and she awoke.

It merely falls upon me to accept the light whenever, wherever, or however it comes my way.

'So, this,' the soldier thought, 'is the power of a Diocene Knight.'

Tonight's blog post is about my trip to TGI Fridays with a few of my friends from work. I really do enjoy nights like this, and as I sat to

I was riveted throughout the film’s entirety, and I was in a better place as the end credits rolled than I was as the film opened.

Five years ago, my wife and I sat down with my mother and my sister to discuss the future. We had experienced a string of difficult years...

I was going to be taking a break from my blog starting this morning. My dreams had other plans.

As he flipped the phone open he saw the same message he had seen for years and years on the screen: 99+ Unread Text Messages

A few days ago, I began to write myself a list of people, places, and things I am thankful for.

I didn't realize how gray things had gotten for me, honestly. I needed to put some distance between myself and my stress to see it.

A few weeks ago, I wrote a short story about a parent and child out on a fishing boat, both of them mourning a tragic loss. Today, I...

William Faulkner said that if a story is in you, it has got to come out. What follows is an excerpt of the story within me.

Nobody should go through this on their own, and because I do have a strong support network at home, I didn’t have to.

This blog post is dedicated to Scrappy, his story, and how deeply important his presence has been for my recovery.