The Funny Thing

It's not like I've written a whole other blog about it.... oh, wait, I have. Details: We lived in Montana, 40 miles South of the interstate. And I wrote about that. Then we moved home and I started training for a marathon. And I wrote about that. Then I didn't know WHAT was happening, and I wrote about that too. The funny thing about being alive is, you never get anywhere. Or you're always there. It just depends on your philosophy. I had cancer. Now I don't. I ran 26.2 miles, but it wasn't all I was expecting it to be. I've been diagnosed with stuff and then un-diagnosed. I've probably had 10-15 'comebacks'. I've had so many 'comebacks' I'm getting tired of being enthusiastic. Don't call it a comeback, I've been here for years. It's named Formula 409 because the first four-hundred-and-eight mixtures were disasters. I never start anything new on New Years Day because I start new stuff all the time.

One time, I spent three nights in a psych ward voluntarily. Details: I have depression. On its own, it's pretty manageable. But when combined with the early 2000's, months of sleep deprivation, poor drug and alcohol consumption choices, and a short-lived, terrifying, but lovely, 7 month marriage.... even drugs weren't helping. I mentioned some specific plans to a friend, and baddah boom: we're in the ER. The weird thing is: you can't UNvolunteer for the psych ward. The psych ward is a very safe place. They make sure you don't have any shoelaces, or cigarettes, or phones, or lotion. They sit outside the shower if you want to get pretend-clean. They order your meals for you, but none of them can include coffee or soda. Whatever brought you in there, caffeine isn't one of the safe things. The funny thing about the psych ward is that you're never in there by yourself. The other people in the psych ward are amazing. They are so amazing, they kinda make...