A life lived fighting the unknown and unseen
For a long time now I have fought with an enemy an enemy, with whom I know better than perhaps anyone. An enemy who has brought me to tears more so than any heartbreak, any loss and that can and has sent me in to a tailspin of despair. This enemy is my self, I have for a long time now fought with depression and self hatred. I was doing so well for over three years I gave up smoking and the lure of it. It was during my time in LA when I had felt more at peace with my self that I had ever done before hand. With my love of yoga, the practise that meant and still does mean so much to me. Due to my lack of self discipline, I have lost it my love of exercise and peace of mind that came with it. There were times gone by where I would feel so....lost and alone that the thought of death was never far from ones mind. The idea of loosing all that I felt I had already lost would eat away at me like a like plague of insects devouring my mind and nerves slowing. The things...