Step 1: Admit My Madness

Hi, my name is Marc and I have been driven into madness.  Most of my madness is due to my own doing but I've finally been pushed to the edge by various forces.  These forces include my family, my relationship(s), my car, and my poor life choices. There are more but I want to focus on these first. This is a journey of self-love and healing and some other meaningful bullshit.

I think a lot of people can relate, to some note, to the things from which my madness stems from.  Let's take a quick stroll shall we?

My Family

By no means is my family perfect.  We're all crazy in our own non-interesting way.  My mother is a retired nurse who depended on my father to make crucial life and day-to-day decisions.

My father is a man-child who possibly had a more interesting life prior to getting married and having children.  He's a self-proclaimed farmer but I personally have never really believed it.  He isn't much of a role model for me growing up.

I have two younger sisters. My first sister is married to a former friend of mine (I say former because that friendship didn't blossom and just got stale). Though I remember her being a close part of my childhood, we grew apart while growing up. I can't really say why but I have my theories. She likes cats and likes to cook.  She's pretty good at the latter.

My youngest sister has always been babied, right until she went to live with her senior citizen of a boyfriend. She likes animals.  She doesn't always seem too bright but she has her moments.

My Relationship(s)

I sometimes think of what could have been and what can be. Unfortunately, neither of which are healthy for numerous reasons. One of which is I didn't get over my high school love until way after college. Another is that my current relationship is a little strained. After seven years, we're still figuring things out.  The good outweigh the bad (I want to believe) but there isn't much proof of that.

My Car

"If it ain't broke don't fix it."  All could have been well but I decided to enter a lifestyle that I shouldn't have. The car is now a money pit but I love it. This reason alone has put strain on me and like a drug habit, I cannot shake it.

My Poor Life Choices

I'm not where I thought I would be in life at my age. The only person to blame is myself but I'm trying to get better. I just don't know how I am going to do it. I just think it will.

FACT: This is the most I have shared my actual thoughts in a long time.