Am I happy?

Am I happy? Right now? I guess that is my business and down to how I choose to feel/react. I have had to deal with more than my fair share of loss and separation over the last decade. Nobody seems to understand how profoundly grief and heartache can affect a person. I may be selfish to have any claim to the right to be miserable when people out there are literally breathing for the last time. I never had the opportunity to stop and think when it all crumbled and brought me down to this level so writing is somewhat therapeutic for me. I still go about my days the same way otherwise, though with an outlet like this it’s like smoking, drinking or taking drugs. Words are not enough. I will have to face my demons head on. Even though I am completely sober (unless you catch me on a rare child free evening) a writer is the same. You can write all day and claim to be an expert. I could use this blog as an advisory service to others telling them how to cope through a loss of a loved one or to get over a lover… but I would be a fraud. I am in my early thirties and still trying to push through and stay strong. So stay with me on this mad adventure and try appreciate behind every artist is pain not even spoken through the art which can paint a picture. It’s never the full story. Chapters of monotonous non events will be omitted. True creatives draw inspiration from everywhere they go and every experience that has touched them.