I’ve become a digital hermit.

Truth is, I’ve always been one. I learned about being online because my parents got a computer many years ago and needed someone to show them how it worked. I had no interest before then-this was the dial-up era with slow connection speeds, even though we didn’t know how slow back then. We only knew we had to wait…and wait…

I got my first cell phone in my twenties because I was working and had a girlfriend; I was never home to call her. My history with phones as a teen went along the lines of  “Yo…yeah, I’ll meet you in an hour…later” As an adult not much has changed. I don’t say “Yo” anymore, though…

About a year after people I knew started using Facebook, I joined. Not sure why, looking back. I guess it seemed cool to stay in touch with family that I only saw on holidays, or even less often than that. Twitter came along and I joined that too. Then I realized as a social hermit with a job I hated, I didn’t have much to say.

So what am I doing with a blog?!?

So glad you asked! Looking back it seems like I was looking for change. The last three years have been about change and discovery. My health, living situation, finances, relationships have all undergone massive changes, and I’ve learned so much about myself. It’s been fantastic, and there are no regrets. The blog was set up as an opportunity to force myself out of my comfort zone, my hermit cave, if I may. The chance to let people know what’s going on, to let people interact with the voices in my head, so it wasn’t just me talking to them…

And then I fell off the wagon.

I climbed inside my own skull again. It really is warm and cozy in here, I swear.

So, here I am, standing before an audience…

“Hi, I’m Christopher, and I’m a hermit”

Let the recovery begin…



Bodyweight exercise is a fantastic path to fitness, especially because it’s free! As long as I have something to squat against (the floor should suffice), push against (the floor will work as well), and pull towards (the floor won’t do, but any vertical or horizontal object you can grab will), I have the opportunity to improve myself anywhere, at any time. Think about all those incarcerated folk and their chiseled phisiques…not that I’m looking to get arrested for more time to work out…My point is I don’t need equipment to improve my health, but sometimes I can’t leave well enough alone. Continue reading

The Day After

It’s a bit difficult following up a post where you tell people you almost killed yourself. It may come off as dramatic, but considering I lost a friend of mine who hit her head in the shower a year ago to the month, it’s how I see it.

So what do I write? Continue reading