Tag: Intrusive thoughts

For many years I had a cloud over my head. It was gray, heavy and bitter. The cloud went everywhere with me. We had a deal: I was only allowed to laugh if I planned for it in advance. 

For the most part of my life very few things brought me excitement. New places were just new places, the beach was the beach, being surrounded by people felt empty and pointless.  I was a hollow carcass, but of one thing I was truly certain, I would die when I turned 52.  52 is a… Continue reading I Will Die When I’m 52