I held the fate of two men in my hands. One of them had to die, while the other would be spared. It would ultimately be my decision which one woke up the next morning. I tormented myself over this choice not because I didn’t know who I wanted dead, but because I wanted neither alive. Both people had wronged me. Both were dangerous. And both were about to do terrible things. Neither deserved to live, yet one had to. In…
It always starts the same way. “I saw this article you have to read.” I read it, get inspired, get a little upset that I didn’t write my article before the original one, and then write my own. Often times, it comes from direct conversations with people instead of written pieces (which is why I think I would be an awesome Dr. Phil alternative). Regardless, it always starts the same way. To be fair, much of my writing is reactionary…
I’ve written about this a thousand times before, yet I like to document my thoughts as they come naturally. This way, the doctors at my eventual psychiatric ward can understand my inner workings and have one of those “it all makes sense” moments. Anyway, no matter what I do every day, I keep ending up in the same place. Every single time I get a free moment to allow myself to create a thought, it gets flooded with ideas of…