The Old Tin Shed

This is going to be one of those meandering posts I have from time to time. I went and saw my psychiatrist today, him and I get on very well.  Our conversations often cross over into mental health theory and treatments.  I recently watched an interview on the ABC about torture and how it effects people.  I ended up coming home with several periodicals and photocopies from reference materials. Its quite funny but i know should he and I ever sit down outside the office we would have the most amazing discussions. So how does this relate to the title of the post.  John made a comment of seeing the damage war and torture do.  We discussed a tipping point, a single event that before that people were normal and after that point are forever damaged.  I made the comment then comes the blackness. For the first time in 4 years I actually started to cry in his office.  Without realizing it I had unsettled myself.  You see...

Its full moon again, and it has me thinking and contemplating something I do a lot of around the full moon.  I find  I gain a lot from doing this, as it allows me to confront and deal with issues.  Its been a long road for me and lots in my life have changed.  I would not change a thing because without the pain without the illness I would not have what I have now.  I would have missed out on a lot some good some bad. Anyway, I was thinking about endings.  How important they are, and more importantly how important they are for us as human beings.  There is nothing that is endless everything has an end even the universe in which we exist.  One day there will be nothing and the cycle will start over again. For me I look back and there has been lots of endings, some I knew were coming and others I didn't.  Even as a young man I understood endings.  An example was when I changed schools in year 8, the last day of school I walked...