Got divorced. Lost a company. Cried in a nightclub toilet (for two hours). Sobbed into fast food at 3am (a few times). Assaulted a suitcase (only once). Laughed hysterically (a lot). Cried uncontrollably (for hours on end). Had a panic attack on a tram (during rush hour). Grew a beard.
This was my summer and autumn, 2015.
Some of you will know me well, others may have just met me and the rest of you may well be perfect strangers, so I thought an introduction may be useful.
In the words of Her Majesty the Queen, you could call 2015 an “annus horriblilis”. My life as I knew it came crashing down around me. I started 2015 in a civil partnership, as a business owner and proud occupier of a city centre penthouse. I ended it single, jobless and living with a friend.
Since then, I’ve been rebuilding my life. I’ve travelled the world and taken introspection to a level that I’m certain would keep Aristotle on his toes.
Without wanting to sounds nauseating, it is my hope that you, my reader, will feel a part of this journey and gain something from my sharing it. So far there are stories about euphoria, chronic depression, sex, drugs, alcohol, world travel, love, loss and all things in between. Sometimes my writing is coherent and flowing, other times I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say. My mission is to offer comfort to those of you grappling with existence. To confirm that life is shit for all of us at times and that you’re not alone.
After a rather dubious (but incredibly life-changing) experience with a hallucinogenic substance in South America, I also believe that if we stick together and look out for each other, there are some pretty special moments to be had too (even without the use of drugs).
Why is the site called Me Being Adam? This is a fairly recent change and best read about by clicking here.