I’m going through a tremendous period of growth and if I survive it, I’m gonna come out smelling like fucking roses.
I hesitate to write about some things nowadays, from the biggies to the minutia details of my life. Maybe that is partly due to spending over the last 5 years blogging my stoned little heart out.
Back in my day (my kid hates when I say this, so I use it quite fucking frequently) I posted something at least twice a day. I wrote about the stupidest subjects, whatever I could think of. All I cared about was blogging and it turned out that I was pretty decent at it, which doesn’t happen all that often here at Merbear’s World.
So, I’ve been holding back on certain personal topics, because I am now weary to write about everything and anything.
Which ruins my idea to start a weekly series similar to something that one of my original blog friends just hatched from his squirrel noggin this week.
Anyways, there are some things that I need to let fly into the whatever the fuck it all is:
I just found out that my therapist is retiring in 5 weeks and I am terrified.
My mom is extremely sick and I am constantly concerned about her well-being.
My daughter is struggling with the same mental health issues that I have.
I’m having a rough time of it financially, which I usually try to just joke about, but in reality is anything but humorous.
It’s not easy to lay down all of your cards for your friends and family to read, let alone strangers.
It takes guts and the desire for truth in all its ugly, naked glory.