HPPD
The year was... well, I'm not sure but I know it was the early 90's and I was a short kid with blonde hair and a coonass accent. I lived in a tiny place that was barely classified as a town. I spent my days running around my middle school, kissing any girl that didn't scream(and some who did) and fist fighting with my buddies for fun. Any given weekend you could find me riding around the neigborhood on my BMX or swimming in the bayou behind my house.
Then one day as I was getting home from school my mother broke the news. My father had taken a job as the president of a bank over two and a half hours away. Now, we have all seen the scenario on tv when the kid becomes inconsolable because he doesn't want to leave his friends. Honestly, I was not that kid. I was ready to move and see something new and meet friends. That was just me. I was never afraid of the unkown, nor was I unwilling to try something new. So we packed up and headed to our new home, which was only slightly bigger than the town we were leaving.
Our new house was big and the city felt just like my hometown. It was only later that I realized the marked difference between the two. This town was only a half hour north of New Orleans and it didn't take long to figure out that the inhabitants of this town were city folks. For all intents and purposes, this was an extension of the big city just across the lake.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
In the beginning...
HPPD
With every action comes a reaction. A consequence if you will. A world that is born out of a mistake. My mistake was to be a kid. My mistake was curiosity and a feeling of invincibility. My mistake was a desire to explore everything new like everyone else. The consequence was a life of fear, indecision and, at times, despair.
What is HPPD you ask? To put it simply, it is a scourge on the soul and a plague on the heart. It can rob you of dreams and desires.
Even with the desperation that HPPD can bring, this will not be a party of the desperate. This notebook of my heart is born out of a love for life and, above all, hope. I only wish to bring this painful disorder into the light of the social conscience and pray, that out of it, something good will come for everyone who suffers in silence.
This blog will not be focused totally on HPPD but on my life and normal struggles. If you are curious about HPPD then, in time, you will know what ails us. I leave it to you to research more so that other people can benefit from your curiosity.
With every action comes a reaction. A consequence if you will. A world that is born out of a mistake. My mistake was to be a kid. My mistake was curiosity and a feeling of invincibility. My mistake was a desire to explore everything new like everyone else. The consequence was a life of fear, indecision and, at times, despair.
What is HPPD you ask? To put it simply, it is a scourge on the soul and a plague on the heart. It can rob you of dreams and desires.
Even with the desperation that HPPD can bring, this will not be a party of the desperate. This notebook of my heart is born out of a love for life and, above all, hope. I only wish to bring this painful disorder into the light of the social conscience and pray, that out of it, something good will come for everyone who suffers in silence.
This blog will not be focused totally on HPPD but on my life and normal struggles. If you are curious about HPPD then, in time, you will know what ails us. I leave it to you to research more so that other people can benefit from your curiosity.
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