I am by myself. Thanks to my friends, it’s apparent that has usually been the case. I know some great people, but mental illness is a fiend. When I’ve had the best people around me, I’ve sometimes felt the most alone. My mind has betrayed me and led me to believe that some people, who weren’t my friends or even people I like, were of a substance worthwhile. Sometimes I even thought that my most trusted and loved ones were out to get me or betraying me. I’ve grown comfortable in my alone-ness and that is my safe haven, sometimes. Othertimes, you just gotta let yourself be open to other people and their strangenesses and weirdnesses and the fact that they know something you may not. I’ve made bad decisions and amazing ones that have affected me due to shortsightedness and impulsiveness at the drop of a hat and with deep thought involved, both. Time for a change of pace. I have mental illness and it doesn’t define or make me better or worse than you, it just makes me stigmatized and weird. I’m OK with that. Happy New Year and much love from #guyonthehigh. Thank You.