This month, in recognition of World Mental Health Day , I’ll be sharing snippets from my soon-to-be self-published book, All My Heroes Are Weirdos.
It’s a story about a lot of things; about love and life and dreams, but more than anything, it’s a story about how I lost my mind, and how I found it again – hidden where it had always been. A mind that went from one of great strength and assertion to one of complete and utter weakness; a deluded, tortured mind.
It’s about a journey I went on, a trillion serendipitous moments that on their own look like a series of tiny coincidences, yet, as the story unfolds, every star emanates in the form of a character, a glance, a smile, a word uttered, a move made, a feeling felt and all play a role in this clever little script that is life.
His sadness became my sadness and his pessimism found its way into my thoughts.
I began falling down there with him, following him along Fate’s dark and troubled path and it wasn’t long before the whole world seemed out to get us. All we had left were visions of what our smiles used to look like and all we could feel were the memories of what it was to be happy.
We looked back regretfully at our yesterdays, but our feet kept moving us forward down that dark and dingy track, every footstep leading us closer and closer to our tragic tomorrow.