Feeling a part of….

When I was still drinking. I suffered from something that a lot of us suffer from. I was unique. Of course my case really was different. I was musician. Since my earliest memories of childhood, music was more than just a deep part of me, it was me. My soul, my being.  I always felt different and would often have spiritual experiences as I would play music, or write music, or even just listen. Of course I didn’t know they were spiritual experiences at the time. I instinctively knew, however, that no one understood what it was like to be me and how I felt. When I drank, one of two things happen. I either didn’t care anymore that I thought I was different, or I would fall deeper into a fantasy of being far off the charts different that it was somehow Continue reading “Feeling a part of….”