I’m turning 47 years old next month, but I feel 70. My life
has taken its toll on my body, both for better and for worse. I have wrinkles
and silver hairs but I don’t regret them all. I have had *issues*
my entire life, both genetic and environmental, that have become intermittently
but increasingly unmanageable. I have committed a lot of time and energy to better understanding myself. Today I am feeling lost in the juggernaut nexus of
the myriad labels for which I qualify, finding parts of myself everywhere and
all of myself nowhere. I’m exhausted. So I'm doing what I've observed other "not otherwise specified" (yet) neurotics doing - I'm starting a blog. We'll see what happens.
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