Sometimes I forget. I forget before it comes back to me and when it does come back to me it hits me in the face... Like an anvil squashing my cranium. Coming to terms with it hasn't ever been easy and still isn't. Words tossed here and there, up and down in a particular fashion where I can't admit it nor can I say it without sounding somewhat insane. Well in fact, I can't admit it to myself. It doesn't feel that way and I guess it's real when it becomes a part of you.
My stumbling inane wordy paragraph is brought to you by either an imbalance of chemicals in the brain (specifically serotonin/norepinephrine), my own poor life decisions or those two causing each other in some way or another. Somewhere along that causal chain is my upbringing.
Thanks.
