Without going into a whole lot of detail, I’ll just say that my life is falling apart and leave that to your imagination. I have my health. That’s a plus. Maybe the only plus of the day… Today started out like any other Saturday, then things suddenly went sideways. Really sideways. I can’t get ahold of my doctor because it’s the weekend, and I can’t talk to anyone else about it. Right on the heels of an extremely stressful Psych Eval and now right before my 13th wedding anniversary of my second marriage. All I want to do is climb, and that’s the entirety of the problem that has finally surfaced today. I’m just trying to be happy and it’s the most effective way I’ve found to manage my PTSD, along with the medications and my psychiatrist. Those closest to me are more than a little unhappy with me about that. I’m going to die alone in the mountains. I’ve known that for a few years now. That’s a long way off, but that’s the thought that I’m left with today. Fitting for a climber, I guess…
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.
CLIMBING 4 THE REST OF US 