Nobody knows the private hell I’m going through right now. Some would think me spoiled. Some would call it artistic angst. Some would call it insanity. It is of the artistic nature which leads me often to the dark nights of the soul.
On another frustration, I have sleep apnea . I sleep with a machine attached to my nose. But lately it feels like life support. Keeping me alive until I’m sucked dry. Sounds over dramatic. It tries to give me a decent nights sleep to battle with the mental condition I have during the day.
I volunteered for the artistic life. So here it is as I get older.