It is with an empty heart that I type this final post. I used to dream of being a writer. I used to dream of a lot of things. I think, though, I have reached a point in life when I must finally realize that those dreams will never be anything more. I regret that I never made the effort, never took the risks. I never lived. I suppose it was fear that kept me from putting myself out there. Whatever the case, my dreams have done nothing but create emptiness in my life, and pain in the lives of those around me.
So, yes, I am giving up. I am putting away the "pen and paper," and I am giving up. What I have written may have helped some people, and for that I am grateful; but the truth is I cannot continue to maintain this front. I cannot continue to pretend that I am in a position to share wisdom, humor, insights, or anything else, when my life and my head/heart are such a complete and utter mess. I do not have it together. I am not okay. Writing was supposed to help me work through that. The truth is, I don't even know what I'm trying to work through.
I hope those of you who have followed me so faithfully can find your inspiration, wisdom, humor, data, or whatever it was you found here somewhere else. I wish you all the best. Ciao for now.
I am sorry.