Where on earth have I been, am I still alive?

Sometimes I wonder if I am still alive and as I pore through the ramblings of years past and recognize the patterns in misery, I have to wonder when I will give up. Not if, but when as clearly the patterns aren’t lending themselves to me having an easier time. I go back through even my most recent posts and it seems that my confusion and loss are patterns I have been unable to shake. What the hell is wrong with me?

I have been largely quiet the past few years on this but of course have written many things in the landscapes of my own mind. I suppose if I don’t actually adhere to the practice, I am not actually a writer though I have written. With the beginning of 2015 slamming into my face, this is as good a time as any to rectify this. And now, because of the utter control my employer seeks over all of my eye-time—you know the time I spend looking at things not entirely work-centric, well, now that they want to take my international news obsession away, I guess it is time to once again reflect on me. Initially I ...