Good morning. It’s been a minute since I’ve been on here and I’d like to report that everything is grand but it truly is not. I find myself circling the drain again. What I prayed for so hard to never happen again is slowly wrapping it’s tendrils around my precious soul. Depression. Flatness. Dull awareness. It’s clear that I’m lonely but I’m not doing much in terms of harvesting companionship. In any relationship. Forget being with a woman. They’re not knocking on my door while I have the TV constantly turned on. This is not what I planned in my last days rolling into 60. I thought it would be more of a parade, more of living what I’ve learned in this weary life. So what have I learned? What secret do I have to share with myself to guarantee that I escape these doldrums? I’m not a victim. Of anything. Granted I didn’t get the best start in life with the frantic, chaotic childho...