I’ve been trying to write this The Way Of The Mystic Of Cascadia story for quite some time now. I guess you could say I’ve hit writers block. I could continue to just make up shit, trying to say something that has some kind of meaning. But the fact is the shit I’m making up is for the most part is meaningless. Not very satisfying to write, and I gotta believe not very satisfying to read.

They say write about what you know. The fact is the one thing I know the most about is being manic depressive. It’s so obvious to me that that is what I should be writing about I just have to shake my head. It’s the one thing that I have a life long experience with, likely at least fifty-fix years. It’s the one subject I’ve read the most about. It’s the main subject of over twenty-five years of talk therapy. It’s the one thing I have to deal with on a daily basis. Sometimes on an hourly, or minute by minute basis.

So for the time being The Way Of The Mystic Of Cascadia will be put on a shelf. For the foreseeable future I”ll be writing about being manic-depressive. To write about it in a way where I can share my experiences, and most importantly the lessons I’ve learned. Time will tell if I’ve made the right choice, it’s just at the moment it feels like the only one I can make.