I've gone through some interesting things in my life, and I want to give back. Somehow.

I've been thinking that one of the better things I could do for myself would be to write my memoirs. You know, being adopted, being head injured, struggling back from both of these things. Maybe separately, maybe together. They're intertwined, to a point. I just ( Read more... )

Okay. I've been busy, somewhat ... with a bunch of little things that are more suited to Twittering than actual full length posts. (for those that don't know, Twitter is a service that will let you make "micro-updates" from IM or phone te4xt messaging ( Read more... )

I will be doing a cut of my friends' list sometimes soon. There are some people I'm tired of reading, some who don't say anything useful, as far as I'm concerned, and so on ( Read more... )

I know I've gone on about my brain injury -- or at least it feels to me as if I have gone on a fair amount on it. If you're tired of it, you might want to leave now, as I anticipate going on about it even more ( Read more... )

I'm still here. Still alive, still kicking. Still fighting depression. Not giving up. But the fight does make it hard to write entries for this journal. I'm sure that there are at least a few of you that understand this ( Read more... )

I have so many journal entries kicking around my head. Some of them I've even started writing. But I don't want to address those right now. I don't want to do much of anything right now. I don't really feel depressed, but maybe I am.

The thought of working on those entries, though ... I would just stare at them. Why is that?