AlacarteSenior Contributor
Wondering why me
When I look back at my life I wonder why all the things that happened to me, happened to me. My non diagnosis of schizophrenia and schizoaffective disorder. My path into alcoholism and apparent recovery. My abuse of opiates as soon as I was prescribed them and my recovery from them. I wonder why I have lost so many friends and yet my family has never given up on me. I wonder why I had to damage my brain in order to feel normal. I wonder what I have actually done in my life as a lot of it has been lost to me, forever gone in a drunken haze. I wonder why I enjoyed all the crazy things I’ve done. I wonder what has driven me to this point of happiness that at times feels forced and unrecognisable. And yet at other times brings me great joy even though I know that essentially we are all alone. I wonder why me. I wonder why us. I wonder if people out there who understand really exist as I’ve yet to meet one. I wonder what the future holds for me and I wonder at the wonder. I wonder...