The Gonzo Wolf

The amount of traffic this site gets when I speak of depression and misfortunes is astronomical compared to when I’m hunky-freakin-dory. It’s typical, statistical American society at a glance. People just want to watch you fail, since it’s a tad more interesting than sitting on your ass and accomplishing absolute shite.

My failures are gateways to bigger, better things.

I recently found out (through both medical and mental health professionals) I had a stroke in 2013 (a decade later). At the same time, I walked away from a 13 year long career, things went to hell in my home and marriage, I signed with a literary agency in the UK, and I began working abroad. It was in those moments when I saw this world and the majority of its people for who they were; including those closest to me at the time.

I also found out that I lived on the spectrum since birth, and, as a child, just learned how to act…normal. I began public school a year late so I could get it together. Everything makes so much more sense to me now in hindsight, but it seems to have confused those who fear city limit’s signs when larger than five figures.

Three years later, I spiraled, and the rest is a blur. I accepted the new me, finally found someone who accepted me rather than viewing “breaking me” as a challenge, and moved forward.

As time goes by, I remember less and less of what came before. It must not have been all that good or I would’ve fought harder to keep it…

And…me and my son just had an unmistakable UAP sighting on the way to school. I’m not depressed anymore.

The end. More to come.