Last week was pretty bad for me and it seemed to be an ongoing theme for making my days full of misfortune. I woke up to get in my car to begin my daily routine of meeting a stranger at Five Guys to remember that my car wasn’t going to start with a dead battery. I sat in my house for an hour and just … Continue reading This Week I Met #4
When I start my car to drive over to Five Guys I usually have an optimistic outlook on what I’m about to do. I try to keep that positivity flowing as long as I can, but the second I park my car the anxiety kicks in…do you see a trend here? I always hope for one or two people to be in there, but this … Continue reading This Week I Met #3
After my first encounter I actually walked up to the doors at Five Guys and thought that it was going to be easier. Well, it wasn’t. Nope. In fact, it was even harder than the first time, so today I decided I wanted to push myself even farther and go for a group of people. There were only two groups inside. One, were a group … Continue reading This Week I Met #2
Sunday has become my favorite day in Utah. You might think for religious reasons, but no, I’m sorry it is not. You see, Sunday is my cheat day where I eat what I want. I usually go to Five Guys and pick something from their menu. A lot of places are usually closed on Sundays, but you have a lot of the bigger chain owned … Continue reading This Week I Met #1
“Why don’t you stop being depressed?” “What do you have to be sad about?” These are common things I hear from people when they find out that I have depression. They think there is a certain thing that has happened to me that can be “fixed,” but there is a small problem with depression, sometimes it can’t be repaired. There isn’t a light switch in … Continue reading Facing My Depression
I remember the first day I saw you. We were in high school and getting ready to see a movie together with friends. I fell in love you with that very moment. True love isn’t something I used to talk about because I didn’t think I ever really felt something on that level. Kids say it to each other because they think it is something … Continue reading Letter To My Ex Wife
Good As Dad 