We Are All A Bit Damaged?


This morning feels like spring. The air has a different quality, it smells fresh. The sun hits the skin at a new angle, changing the cold to brisk.

As I was leaving the house, I was in a good mood. A smile touched my eyes. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I observed an elongated shadow the rising sun projected onto the sidewalk. I noted a lumbering, Sasquatchesque stride. A gait necessitated by the girth around my middle, that not even the stretched image could conceal.

Gone is the military posture, and confident walk that was present a few short years ago — replaced by pendulous arm swings and rounded shoulders in a failed attempt to hide the beach ball ballooning from my abdomen.

I was going to use the Lenten season to get back on track, but now, only three days removed from Ash Wednesday, I have already been seduced by the permeating aroma of Cebula’s pizza. I devoured six cuts of the carb crammed, sauce and cheese covered oven fried bread.

In a moment of abject weakness, I pathetically cried myself to sleep.

At this moment, life is bad. Actually, it has been for the last decade. I know, I am better off than many, perhaps even most, but that doesn’t speak comfort. I desired much out of life, and I was willing to give my all to earn what I wanted. Now, life has become what I most despise.


Professionally, I have never earned such little income. I work long hours for little gain. I have worked two years without a break, and yet my compensation is so scant, I can barely afford to live and many bills go unpaid.

Cash can’t be saved.  Retirement is nothing but a dream. I will most likely die on the job, or homeless, cryogenically preserved in some street’s gutter. Life’s walk isn’t exactly to nowhere, it is leading to stress induced ill health and obesity.

I know I have the power to change at least some parts and better enjoy the unfulfilling time I have left. Sadly, I can’t decide whether I want to.

There is an upside, this period of time has led to productive storytelling.


With fingers dancing along a keyboard  crafting and creating characters, I embody those of whom I write. As I bring them to life, I become them. In reality they are not me, yet, they do share bits of me.

I understand the damaged, because I too am damaged. I understand the broken, because daily, I wage war against being broken.

“Who am I?”

I am an independent, self-published teller of tales. I am an author of scarcely any renown. However, as a storyteller, I know who I am, and with that persona, I am both confident and comfortable.

I invite you to visit my website,


and/or Amazon Author Pages

Joe Leonardi                 Scono Sciuto

if you are so inclined please purchase a copy and leave a review.

Thank you,



3 thoughts on “We Are All A Bit Damaged?

Add yours

    1. I am old and damaged now. There was a time when I believed anything was possible. Age gives the reality that is not so.
      I write as much as I can. Telling as many stories as I can before life leaves me.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

Followers of The Way~Walking In Truth

The truth, The struggles and the rewards of being a follower of Christ! The Way!

Simply Pao.

A Journal of Trauma, Healing, and Motherhood

Life...Take 2

I hope that someone sees this page and decides not to give up...

Bewitched by Books

Book reviews

Cold Coffee Stand

Make it new, wrong, broken and brilliant

Unrealized Realities

Official Website of science fiction writer Michael T. Kuester

Art by Rob Goldstein

There is no common truth, but there are facts.

Clever and WTF

Fantasy and Other Short Stories

The Debbie Chavez Show

Biblical guidance for women

Through My Eyes

Thoughts, Expression through creativity

The 50 year old poet

You're never too old to start again

Tears, Tiaras, and Tantrums

Finding beauty in the midst of life's messy moments, trials, and pain. Isaiah 61:3

Lahdidah Living

Life as it comes.

Key West Real Estate For Sale

...because you simply must buy a home in Key West!


The Legend of NEWS and Magazines

The Summoner Sisters

Three rules. Two sisters. One big problem.


you'll find your point when


This blog is about my personal journey of trying to be an author and searching professional help of how to get there. It will be funny and serious as well as worthwhile

Quiet Evidence

ordinary reflections about an extraordinary god

Educationally Speaking

"We are the bridge that connects the child to the curriculum."

Lucie Guerre

A Poetic Spilling of Thoughts and Ideas

A quiet but strong voice Emo the Emotional Elf

Imperfectly perfect point of view a mothers prospective

The OCD Nerd News

Written by nerds for nerds!

read on

open your mind to a growth mindset and new perspectives

The Healing Ground

I was there too, in the dark, — with you.

The Broken Inside of Me

Secrets, Betrayal, Romance & Love, combined are the pieces of me

Vivi La Vita

Some Photography, and Short Stories on Humanity, Love, Honor, Addiction, etc.


Every now and then my head is racing with thoughts so I put pen to paper

Carrie In Writing

Life, Faith, and Fiction: Everything is better in writing.

Shut My Mouth

Telling My Secrets To the World - an Online Diary

Go Dog Go Café

Where writers gather

Writer In A Hat

Short Stories, Writing Tips & Essays

Fun Box

Dig in the box for music, fun, and inspiration!

%d bloggers like this: