Writing Hell

antidepressants, Anxiety, art, Books, comedy, Depression, Enlightenment, Exercise, Expectations, learning, lessons, Life, meditation, Mental Health, mental illness, nutrition, philosophy, PTSD, quality, Severe Depression, suffering, Suicide, Work

Full disclosure here, writing about myself is the equivalent of preparing a picnic basket full of shit sandwiches and consuming them all without a beverage. You can’t make chicken salad out of chicken shit no matter how much mayo you add.  That’s all.

 

Be well, do well,

Scarpoe

You can fall over trying to do right.

Published by Scarpoe

As I find myself in life’s third act, I now have command of the trauma. The first act featured that trauma and a need to grow up quickly. Act 2 contained success and deterioration as a successful entrepreneur and a man. For act 3, I’ve made the conscious decision to serve. If I can somehow contribute to the evolution of mankind, this ride will be worthwhile. Struggle Street is a part of that effort. Thanks for reading. Do Well, Be Well, Scarpoe

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