How I Choose To Feel Is How I Am

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The needle is my salvation. The only way I’ll know for sure. The only semblance of order in a chaotic whirlwind where one man fights to hold onto the last thin blade of sanity to keep from falling off the face of the Earth. Continue reading

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Why Zebras Don’t Get Ulcers

Over the summer of 2003, which ranks overall as the third-worst summer of my life, there was a lone, shining bright spot: Kim, a wine-guzzling cougar who doubled as my Biopsychology professor and moonlighted as a regular bar patron at my tavern.

The text of choice for her class: a book called “Why Zebras Don’t Get Ulcers,” an entertaining script that analyzed in humorous yet comprehensive clarity the relationship between stress, inflammation and mental health. Continue reading