Personal Notes

• I have dysthymia. 
• I love my three year old nephew Nathan. 
• I have another nephew on the way. 
• His name is Micah.  

Am I then really that which other men tell of?
Or am I only what I myself know of myself?
Restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,
Struggling for breath, as though hands were compressing my throat,
Yearning for colors, for flowers, for the voices of birds,
Thirsting for words of kindness, for neighborliness,
Tossing in expectations of great events,
Powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance,
Weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making,
Faint, and ready to say farewell to it all. - Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Letters and Poems from Prison