2005Mar02

I am struck dumb by the repetitive nature of my emotional trials. To this day I struggle with the same issues I wrote about four years ago. It’s not with dismay that I reflect on the depth of my own thought, but with awe. I cannot define myself. I thought I could. But with a resolute spirit, I thrive on, continue to combat my challenges, and grow as I may with each new experience no matter the daunting similarities that threaten to disempower me. I have conquered so much, and still I find myself feeling that I’ve made no progress. It’s such a small consolation to now have a laptop (blessing that it is) when I consider all that I’ve lost, nearly had, or still need. So many repeated themes: Money, Sex, Food…. Primal urges to be sorted out.