Embracing My Personal Madness

My last blog was about being depressed and I have to admit, I don't mind it.  At first, there was this fear factor, diving into the abyss of my soul and into the many layers of my human psyche, well it was fucking surreal and somewhat intimidating.  Why is that it took me years to actually take that journey, the journey of the self?  There were a series of events in my life that occurred and I finally decided to take the RED pill.  Ever since then, I haven't looked back.  I can't imagine what life is like without going inside of myself and really getting close to  my own madness.  There's is a sort of a chaotic yet calm beauty that arises when one begins to understand their own madness.  

In my world, depression is normal, it is part of being human.  It is true, that in order to be joyful one must also endure pain.  I believe that in all of my trials and tribulations, pain, suffering, screaming, yelling, wanting to die, being dead inside, I have learned to value and love Marsha.  Evolving is an everyday part of living and I shall not lie, it does take practice.  I don't always walk around with a smile on my face. When I am down or feeling like a piece of gum stuck on the bottom of someones shoe, there's always a part of me that is grateful.  Grateful that I am alive and I know that this too shall pass (whatever this is at the time).

At any rate, Life is fucking awesome:)  

Live and Love Fiercely, 
(fuck what everyone else thinks)

Marsha.