When I got stranded in snow and thought I was going to die, in late 2016, I promised myself if I ever make it down alive I’d live a life without regrets.
But when I made it back home instead of living a full life, I spiraled into my worst state of depression and about to hit rock bottom.
Hopeless and desperate I gave myself a shot and committed to change – but if it didn’t work I was allowed to kill myself.
But now, I was nothing but a visually impaired, broke hobo with a fractured skull with a bleak future. But what’s next?
Category Archive: Nomad Heart
Life is fickle and comical
One day you are living your dreams then the next you are in the ER evaluating life choices.
One day you feel uncertain about life in an ICU and eat ice cream the next day without a care in the world.
Time flies.
Is it possible to outgrow a feeling, an experience – move on? A path you know you have to follow but it’s not the same road as before.
When you could no longer relate to what was once a life.
Why is a heart so selfish? …but whose heart?
It was a lovely occasion. And, yes, it’s always good to be reacquainted with your roots. But I am not going to lie- I’ve been dreaming about the warm blue waters, and I’ve been craving it, too.
He never fails to tell me how much he loves my songs – he never heard a single one. But he never knew what it meant, and honestly, I thought I would never get the chance to tell him. Until today.
Nomad Heart 