Welcome back, Mortals!
Have you ever been swimming in the sea, minding your own business and such, when suddenly you find yourself getting pulled under the water (with little to no escape or luck)?
Yeah, me neither, but that is generally what having an episode of depression basically feels like. You’re living your life (you’re feeling good) then suddenly, like a great kraken, depression comes from below and wraps its dark tentacles around you. You try to fight back and break free of its grasp, but it only makes it squeeze harder and pull you deeper into the abyss.

Yes, I have had many battles with my own kraken, and yes, I know all too well how hard it is to swim back to the surface once it has let you loose. You often just want to give up and sink to the bottom without the kraken’s help. It’s tiring to keep swimming, and you wish everyday that a dolphin or a (very pretty) mermaid swims by to help you to the surface. 

But you also learn how to rely on your own inner strength to save you, because no one but you can save you. 
I have been living with my kraken for some time now (her name is Greta, she likes starlit swims in the abyss and she listens to Bowie), so I’ve learned to live with it all. I know ways to loosen the grasp of the tentacles and break free (writing being one of them).
So to all the Mortals I call friends that may have their own krakens to deal with, I just want you to know how much I admire your strength. Don’t ever stop swimming. I believe in you, and I always will.

This is the denizen under the bridge (and Greta), signing off.

Alas we meet yet again, Mortals!

As January is coming to a swift close and February is on the horizon, I tend to get a tad cynical due to a certain day in this second month of the year. It’s a day most single people dread (or even hate with a fiery passion). That’s right: Valentine’s Day.

While it is true ole V-Day was largely created by greeting card and candy companies to profit off couples who see the world through rose-tinted goggles, I still feel a tinge of sadness when this day rolls around. V-Day reminds me of how utterly alone I feel in the relationship department.

When I go to any number of social media outlets and see couples being cute together and posting their puppy love everywhere they can, I totally see exactly what is missing from my own life. I lack a companion, someone to go out on adventures with and live life to the fullest together; Someone who doesn’t mind making out in public (I have no shame), or going for a long bike ride to wherever, or going out at midnight to get milkshakes (gotta love those shake cravings), or engaging in a random lightsaber battle at a public park while in full cosplay. Simply, I want to be with someone who accepts me for all of my quirks and all of my flaws.

I have tried to solve my love life dilemma by going on a number of dating websites. While they are a good idea on paper, it totally takes away the whole social aspect of getting to know someone, which totally defeats the whole point of the websites. Most of the time, chatting with someone never makes it past the online stage (thus putting me back to square one). I’ve sort of become quite disenchanted with the whole online dating thing, which means I’ll have to figure out other ways of meeting people.

So I continue onward in my quest for love, destination unknown.

“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love.” Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, chapter 35, page 722

 

Until next time, this is the denizen under the bridge signing off.

 

Greetings, Mortals!
Welcome to my first blog post ever.

(Are you excited?! I’m excited!!)

So… What does one talk about for their first post? I don’t know either, so I’m just going to rant about life for a moment.

A little background on myself: I am a geeky male residing in the (sometimes) sunny state of Florida. I have just recently (as in around two months ago) turned 29. Naturally, I feel ancient. As of late, I have hit my End-of-20s-Crisis and it has me sort of blue (figuratively, of course).

Now flashback to ten years ago (circa 2006), I was a strange 19 year with very little idea as to what I was doing with life. I knew that I wanted to go to college, meet a girl, start a career in the film industry (as a writer or director or something), and start a family… All before I hit 30.

It is now 2016, and I am a college drop-out, I’m single, and I have absolutely no idea as to where my life is going. I am in Crisis Mode. I am no where near where I thought I would be.

But fear not, not everything is dark and dreary. Everything could always be worse.

I still have the power to change my life around, and to put order to chaos. It just requires taking a first step towards a change. What is my first step to changing things? Pretty simple, really.

It was starting this blog.

Writing has always been an outlet for me, a way to put my chaotic thoughts into some sort of order. By blogging, I hope to create some peace of mind for myself.

So that’s it, for now. Thank you for sharing this first blog experience with me, hopefully it is the first of many more.

This is the denizen under the bridge, signing off.