Late summer. Early fall. Tumultuous every time, without fail, for the last five years. Beauty and pain. Gratitude and regret. I sway with the changing moods, and the memories. So many memories. I move between exhaustion, self-loathing, with some recklessness on the side. And some despicable pity parties. That disgusting “why me?” That feeling of weakness and humiliation caused by feeling sorry about life circumstances. … Continue reading Rearview Mirrors