I am not my diagnosis. I could state it but it does not matter. I am a man who loves all kinds of music, writes poetry, letters and other things. I love nature particularly the birds I attract with all my feeders. I am married to a woman I love who is not quite the same but loves a lot of the same things particularly music from the same era. She is not perfect but close. We both love to read and I have more books in my house that I ever had before. She loves mysteries. I don’t. But our tastes in books and music is very eclectic. Music and books are all over the house. She usually lets me be. I am not as good as her in that regard and sometimes have to learn to be quiet. We have our own space in our house. I love the mountains, the lakes and ocean. So does she. We live on the edge of country. I am all these things and more. I am not my diagnosis I have to state again. That is just an artificial artifact. The doctors need that and my insurance. That is the only purpose of my diagnosis. It is not me.
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The reason I am still writing is simple: it matters. Even after forty years plus I am still at it. In the beginning, it was letters, then journals now my blog.
There has always been someone else out there who I was writing for even if that person never read the piece–at least one person.
An audience is important; but nevertheless I write for me. Sometimes I solve problems, others times I focus my concerns. I am aware that writing is one big way by which I express myself.
Through out the years there always has been an invisible audience. Sometimes there was only one but that was enough.
I am always reaching out to that audience and I can not always tell you who they are but I do. The only important thing I need to know: it still matters so I continue to write.
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