I don't want to miss anything in the next 4 days because on January 20 I will turn 58, but I will have nothing to celebrate.

We are breaking the hearts and souls of The Greatest Generations veterans. They fought and died to stop this very thing in Europe, and yet we are welcoming fascism into this country.

The birth of one of the most (if not the most) important civil rights leader, soiled by the opportunity we give a fascist bigot another chance to destroy everything.

Today, for the first time in more than a year, I felt good enough about life and myself that I went to work dressed for the life I want, not the life I had been suffering through.

I feel healthy(ish) again.

Be yourself and find happiness.

In July my mom died. The amount of stress that was building became overwhelming. I stopped caring about myself, how I looked, and my life.

There was a lot of other things happening that made me hate life and eventually I got so low that I had to reach out to my VA doctors and get help.