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"...we have found a loving, personal 'god' to whom we can turn." - JFT

There are some of us who find it necessary to derive emotional support from others in order to sustain an even keel of emotional and psychological stability, and we return this support when we can, and when it is needed. But there are those who do not reciprocate, and who go out of their way to take all the energy they can from others... The Psychic Vampire.

This is just some random shit goin on in my head here at 5:47am when I'm trying to decide if I should try to sleep before the sun rises, or can I beat the fuckin sun back with my will and black out shade!

Perspective!

By far, perspective is fundamentally the most important piece in my life puzzle. It brings us benefit from loss. Truth from lies. Giving us an opportunity to live life knowing that this space is temporary, and that makes it sacred. With perspective we are free from death, because we know that it, too, is temporary. Perspective❕

The current political climate is more dangerous and volatile than climate change. The only difference these days is that politics is predictable. Regardless, I know one thing's for sure: just because you show me a snowball I'm still not gonna be convinced that this isn't hell.

Today marks an historic day in podcasting! TODAY we introduce Mike Martin to the #MADCITYPODCAST and usher in a new era of immaturity the likes of which THE WORLD HAS NEVER SEEN! Okay, maybe seen, but NEVER HEARD! Alright, maybe the world has heard its share of toilet humor already, but what's a pinch more? Am I right?!😏

In this episode I go into a little depth on how addicts make choices, why they sometimes choose to eliminate them, and what is necessary for addicts to break loose from the grip of ambivalence and self-doubt.

It's unfortunate and devastating for anyone and everyone involved in the loss of a child, but as the father of son lost so young, my grief was very subtlety sidelined. Not just by others in my life, and in the abstract, but by me. I went into the situation of Journey's birth, knowing it would likely end in his death, with this idea that I would be able to hold everything together and move forward with grace and appreciation, and when it started to crumble, just a little, I completely fell apart. I was lost and gone and good with it. I said a big FUCK YOU to everything and everyone who claimed to know, and to those who told me to just move on. I ripped myself apart. And now, I am together again. Not a recreation. Something new. Like the Phoenix, I have risen out of the ashes to burn away the tears that nearly drowned me. You, your people, me, and others like us all have the warrior spirit! Where we fall, we will fight. When we're beaten, we will crawl. When we can, we rest. And then we rise again, to rise against.