schleppy

On July 1st of this year, I hit rock bottom. Not even all the way through with the month, my outlook on life has greatly changed.

I checked myself into a psyche ward because I had become a hazard to myself. I have no shame in admitting I needed help. I'm still struggling with a particular self loathing demon, but change doesn't come over the course of four days in a supervised hospital wing.

I realized I had to start making some tough decisions. For starters, leaving my fiancee, now ex, and exiting our relationship that I had made toxic. It sucked.

I'm working on replacing my unhealthy coping mechanism with much healthier distractions, such as chain-smoking, driving around Eastern Mass, transforming into a gym rat, and rediscovering my old passions. And getting some new ones.

Speaking of passion, I had the fantastic opportunity of meeting one fabulous luscious lady.Yes, already. I can't get enough of her... We've only known each other for a pretty short time, but I feel like I've been pining for her for AGES. Complete package of personality, sex appeal, and sweetness. Damn, I'm drooling on my friggin' computer. She's pretty much a big deal and she rocks my world. I definitely want more of her.

As this month comes to a close, the events that have occurred have no doubt changed my life for the better, and forever. For once in my life, I have a corny bounce in my step, I have my laugh back, and I'm actually looking forward to the rest of my life and all the crazy shit it has to offer my crazy ass.

Schlep less, SG friends.