Expired Xanax.

I’ve been afraid to write. Not because I didn’t have anything to say, but because emotional imbalance since the M word (mortality) has been at an all time high. I reached such a point of desperation that I dug out an old prescription of Xanax that was three years past its expiration date. It still worked by the way.  I’m not going to relive all the grisly details of the painful and terrifying thoughts I’ve experienced over the past couple of weeks, instead I want to focus on the positive.

I worked through all 9 steps of my project plan (see the last blog post) and the most relief came from seeing the general surgeon that operates on the oncology/melanoma patients. The punch line is, I have a serious problem, but we can fix it, and he’s confident that I’ll live a long and healthy live. I feel like I have a second chance at life. The sun seems brighter (not that I should be in the sun, but you get what I mean), I am more present with my family, and I have vowed to not let life pass me by. They say there is greatness in suffering, and I am here for it. The mind is very, very powerful and I am committed to finding meaning and positivity out of this experience.   https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1jfE6HCwythAqLs42rEaYpGvTPWj9rypX


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