The new week.

I find myself in the dark. It has been a rough night. I don't even want to recall it. The thought makes my throat lump up.

I wrote this to the beginning of a previous attempt at posting. I was in a dark time. I go between highs and lows. I just went thru a low. No one would be able to tell. I am still as funny and joyous as ever. It is the times alone. The times in the dark. The demons seem more real. The demons can be real or made up. Made up in the sense that they may be imaginary. I think sometimes this is one of the reasons I drink. The drink makes the demons go away. It lets my brain finally rest.

My questions before I go. Why do we let our brains imprison us? Why not let our spirits be free? Can we be brutally honest with one another? I wish we could.