Does a second Mea Culpa nullify the first?…posted by Bill Arnett @ 6:30 PM Permalink …a question that has troubled me greatly lately. I may have my answer.
I've been corresponding with my best friend and brother-in-arms and he told me we had missed a blogiversary here, something I did not know and had not even considered in the midst of my recent, very well-known (to our readers), utter and complete blowout in my mind, the worst in at least five years and one well-documented dementia falling four-square within the very definition (dementia - dementia |diˈmen sh ə| noun Medicine | a chronic or persistent disorder of the mental processes caused by brain disease or injury and marked by memory disorders, personality changes, and impaired reasoning); it ain't no picnic and there's nothing but ever greater and rising higher pain when it finally clobbers me every few years.
It dawned on me, as I slowly began to recover, just how bad this episode was, and the people who mean the most to me, those I respect most highly, managed, with very sparse but meaningful messages helped me ground myself again and, with my brother from a another mother, Sailor, telling me we had missed a blogiverary it was the last little reminder of my humanity, or lack thereof, that brought to my attention that this break and the kind words of DanD and the wonderful people with whom I write convinced me that I should again start doing that which brings me happiness and that warm, fuzzy feeling, and that would be, of course, writing for you all, the most cathartic activity I know.
So, having demonstrated beyond doubt that I sometimes go full-goose Bozo and explode, out-of-control, it's time to show that the years of therapy, psychiatrists, the tons of medications I consume, and the love of my family and friends to give me hope that someday I will no longer experience these breakdowns - it's highly unlikely, but clearly possible - so hang with me if you dare and join me on this maniacal roller coaster as it rockets me through the twists and turns of my damaged mind at a dizzyingly frantic, white-knuckled-hold-on-for-your-life, furious pace with no one at the brakes.
So HAPPY BLOGIVERSARY (Sailor or the Vidiot will need to say what number it is) and thank you.
Ciao for now, bella ámi.