Today will be almost 2 weeks since I started my new medication. The new meds are helping me with my outbursts of anger and depression. It seems to be working. I feel more like Fred Rogers and less like Charles Manson. I feel more hopeful today. Less depressed. Less tired. More energy. More passion for life. I might even feel less "messed up" than I usually do. Last night instead of watching TV, my wife and I talked. We really talked. When we went to bed she said, "Mike, thanks for talking with me, really talking with me." That felt good to hear her say that. I'm not going to tell you what we did next but that was good to.
Louie Mercer is a good guy. He is extremely well respected in the Volusia County, FL community. I've lost track of how many times I have brought up his name and someone has said, "Louie Mercer? He's a great guy!" Louie understands that I am a bit strange and messed up and he still loves me and wants to hang out with me. He knows my deepest darkest secrets. I could tell him more of my crap and I am pretty sure he would still want to hang out with me. I respect Louie. He loves his wife and his family. I also love him because he admits that he is "messed up" too. Louie even openly admits that he is my friend. I am proud to call him my friend. I am angry that he hasn't asked me to go squirrel hunting yet though. I pray that you find a friend like Louie Mercer.
"I'm not going to tell you what we did next but that was good to."
ReplyDeleteJust saying that is messed up Mike, seriously messed up!