Why Are We Living a Healthily Unhealthy Existence?

It’s taken at almost two years to get to this place of cholesterol-free serenity with a clean diet that includes little or no glasses of liquor, which is a far cry from the notorious past that was blurred with dizzying spells of blissful incoherency.

So now that I’ve managed to discipline myself away from the habitual need of infusing toxins into my body, why can’t I apply those life-saving mechanisms to my ailing spirit?

Perhaps it has everything to do with the regimen of non-stop internalization of the raging news cycle, that never collapses from the strain of abundant delivery, with zero adherence to more dignified alert systems.

We have no breathing room for the blinking items that require more time to digest due to graphic details, and how humane tendencies dictate the moments of silence for shot up bodies and bodies that can’t be retrieved.

My eyes wearily shift up and down and all around, and those movements seem harmless until the brain swells and vivid imagination collide with reality, as nightmares jerk up the sweaty template in dewey darkness.

The quick trip to the bathroom awakens senses that respond to the noise of trickling. By the time your phone alights with updates of despair and jarring imagery, you are hit with how sleep time basically…