Oops

So, I finally have my WordPress all sorted out, one name, one page, one one one.

Unfortunately, I found two post in the way back machine. Saved as drafts. Written with the intention to post a LONG time ago. Last year long. About things like my heart surgery, the complications, and the effects of being on by-pass can have.

I am not sure resurrecting those posts would be interesting or productive for you, the reader or for me, the writer.

I have been struggling for years now to blog, write consistently. I used to post a least once a week. Not about anything in particular, just the shit on my mind, the little events in my life, crap and shite and stuffs.

During those years it helped tremendously. Like journaling is supposed to help with mental health, spiritual health and blah blah blah.

Then I fucked it all up by seeing a mental health professional and all that goes along with that and Viola! No more need, intense survival instinct like desperation to get shit out into the world, into the light and out of my fucked up head.

So, the therapy and things may have helped one thing but, as with all things, there is a trade off. Balance, Equal and opposite and such.

The need to write to stay sane, safe in my own skin and place went away when I was introduced to other ways to cope. Actions, exercises that took the place of writing.

And, all that I called creativity in writing, went away. Poof. All gone.

So, here I am after years of failing, trying one more time to write. To share. To get out the dark into the light via words. Sharing my insides with with you.

I am going to go into the way back machine and write about some post heart surgery stuff. I am also going to try and write some funny. Some observations. Some struggles.

It may be reckless with the coming regime sure to be monitoring, searching for the undesirables, the ‘enemy with in’. But what the fuck eh? I am at the end of life anyway. Might as well enjoy and go out fighting when they come.

Peace,

G. Gori