For most of my life, I’ve suffered from two horrible disorders.
The weird thing?
It wasn’t subtle at all… But we had no idea there was a problem.
That’s because my close friends, neighbors, and relatives didn’t live in reality. We lived in a pseudo-reality.
Somewhere I like to call the muck.
When you’re in it, it’s impossible to know. In fact, most of the inhabitants are born and die there.
Someone outside of the muck went to great lengths to show me… to help pull me out.
After I made it to dry land, my pseudo-reality was smashed and disintegrated.
I saw my nightmarish existence for the first time.
Dealing with the shock sent me into a life-or-death struggle that I’m just now emerging from.
I’m lucky to be here.
Most of my friends and family have been lost forever.
But the memories linger like a residue on my brain.
I scrub them clean – one at a time – through the pages of this website.
My hope is that this catalog of delusions, bad decisions, and realizations will be a liferaft for other confused souls drowning in the muck.
Peace and Love,
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