It is very weird not knowing who is reading, where they read it, or if anyone is bothering to read this at all.
I have, since last March, fallen into the depth of Hell. (Over dramatic, but lately I have grown fond of being overly dramatic.) My trip to Hong Kong did nothing buy isolate and amplify the suffering, the shame, the humiliations, and the loneliness. Oh the dreadful loneliness. At times I wish I had gone mad. Everyday I could feel it in my head, in my heart, slowly but surely, weakness chisel away at me until insanity emerge. It was by luck I encountered a ridiculous and laughable event which bought me back to sanity. In that moment, I realized how ridiculous my actions were. I had an epiphany. (Mmm... I love using that word.)
Most people might think of epiphany as a ray of sun, shinning on you in that dark lonely place.
Well mine certainly wasn't as romantic as this, but it served its purpose. I had an epiphany and now I'm working to not go back in that dark lonely hole.
