One of the side effects of Parkinson’s, is the possibility of an Addiction or two creeping into your life.
” The light is on, but you’re not home. Your mind is not your own.”



The hard part of Parkinson’s is that 99% of the struggle isn’t what one sees but in what one feels.
Those feelings are both Physical and Mental.
It is easy to talk about the Physical pain that Parkinson’s makes us feel. The mental side, well that’s a whole different ball game.
What goes on between our ears is harder to understand.
This space is occupied by our Brain and our Mind.
The Brain is the Organ that operates and dictates how the Body performs. The Mind is our soul. The Mind defines Who and What, we are.
Parkinson’ s infects both of them.
Parkinson’s attacks the weak links in movement performance, which plays a big role in how we think. Yet it also attacks the weak links in our thought process, which plays a role in how we will perform.
It is a vicious cycle.
Our Mind and Body are in a constant state of flux and torment.
So much so that when something comes along that makes us feel better, we want more.
We crave more, the more we get the better it feels.
Can it be that easy?
Well NO. Its not. It’s not that simple.
Our actions have reprocussions. What where, when and how we do things effect those close around us.
The general rule of thought that I use, is that if you start feeling uncomfortable doing something, if you have to hide what you are doing, don ‘t feel comfortable talking about it.
Well that might just mean you have a problem.
Whether that problem is Shopping, Gambling, Sexual, you must reach out and communicate .
Parkinson’s is hard enough to go through as it is. So we can not afford to loose any of the support we currently have.
In the mean time , just for your knowledge I am selling off Various Nude Photos of myself.
No Taxes or Tariffs. Make me an offer, in the meantime,
Have fun and be a warrior!
Yesterday another 4.5 kms were elimited from the 29000kms that make up the Trans Canada Trail.
My Pictures are are of a walk that Sue and I did in Old Montreal


