I have always like the idea of a journal. I am unmotivated to a point in which I would never able to keep up with it. Call me crazy or narcissistic, but I genuinely believe a lot of the thoughts that come through my head daily might be of interest to others. I don't know what is in store for me in the furute. As I right this, I am close to dead bottom. I relapsed slowly over the course of last week. This could be a story of how I pull myself out, or fall deeper and deeper. The only way to know is to keep going.