I have been in constant motion for as long as I can remember. Recovery has given me some beautiful time to reflect on my life. In this time, I have identified some fairly predictable patterns. Namely, whenever the truth about me was close to being discovered I would be on the move. Paralyzing fear would take over my mind, and the disconnect between head and heart would strengthen rapidly. Slowly or rapidly in some cases, my intellect would take over the most important parts of me that I have to offer. What we have been programmed to become really wants everything to stay the same. Healthy and happy people tend to resist becoming otherwise and tragic characters seem to do the same.
My name is Blank and I have a Thinking Problem may have been a more apt title.
Thanks Universe. Over and Out.
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