Successfully Homeless

From corporate rockstar to inconspicoulsy homeless and back again - I hope! Tragicomic ramblings, sobering snippets, and unflinching recollections of an epic career ascent, and equally remarkable dive into darkness. My therapeutic purge as I crusade through the journey of 'learning to normal'. 

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Alanis Morissette, Sorry to Myself/Haruki Murakami,1084

[books-n-quotes]

“Do it or don’t do it - you will regret both.” - Soren Kierkegaard

[quotemadness]

“I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.”

— Atticus

[quotemadness]

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Lord Byron (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)

[bnmxfld]

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Jack Kerouac (via bnmxfld)

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

And if you can’t survive in this world, you had better make a world of your own.

Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping (via wishbzne)

[quotemadness]

The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)

[wishingto-disappear]

i just wanna be your safe place

[quotemadness]

I have lost control over everything, even the places in my head.

Paula Hawkins (via quotemadness)

[depressionhope]

[successfullyhomeless]

Let’s go for it and call today, Day 1!

[successfullyhomeless]

[successfullyhomeless]

Well, the last four days would likely satisfy all the requirements of an overwhelming breakdown. Check off all those boxes! So as good a place as any to flip the script and look at is as a breakthrough. 

[yxungerdreams]

[successfullyhomeless]

“In order to change, we must be sick and tired of being sick and tired.” - Unknown.

Well, today was that day when a change wasn’t precipitated by optimism or a glee club cheerleading session of awesomeness on the horizon. Rather, it manifested out of an inability to wrestle my shoes on. A fugitive’s angst of seeing an unknown number pop up on my phone. A fatigue so deep seeded that synaptic transmissions are labored.

That’s the kind of tired I’m living.

Although I am not entirely physically ill, I am vomiting uncontrollably from my soul. My spirit lies fetal next to the toilet of life, wretching and pleading for someone to rub a cold compress across my flushed neck. 

That’s the kind of sick I’m battling.

...and that’s the kind of motivation that I apparently needed to get my ass in gear!

Simply put, I’ve had enough. My emotional guts are void of bile and the fever of apathy is breaking. It’s a sad version of inspiration, but it’s inspiration nonetheless. 

I feel as though tonight I will actually rest tonight.

[quotemadness]

I pretend I’m not hurt, I walk about the world like I’m having fun.

Lana Del Rey (via quotemadness)