The key defining words for my life are dogs, techno, travel, and bipolar disorder. After loosing my first dog at the age of thirteen, I lived a selfish life up until my mid 30s. When I realized I cared for no one but me for a very long time, all my resources were suddenly thrown towards unfortunate dogs.

Even though Sailor made me so incredibly happy, his presence didn’t fix me. My life continued to be the solid mess it had always been, with the chaos, the drugs, the drinking, the moving, and the techno. When he died, I was finally figured out by some professionals, who insisted on me continuing to breathe.

Apparently I had a very bad case of bipolar disorder, ADHD, mild schizophrenia, and PTSD, which were smashing diagnoses, but the drugs for such cases did not aide my desire to follow Sailor. Living was soon a bit easier tho because of the medication given, but still unbearable without Sailor.

Little did I know, that from now on I will have many dogs to lose and kiss travel goodbye. Eventually, I left corporate America to save dogs in Albania, but lasted only 3 months before I had to return home to Germany. I feel I reached the end with 5 decades lived, but I there will be more, I’m sure. Time will tell.