The way I see myself ten years ahead of now is not something I often think about.
To tell you the truth, it scares me a little to know that in one short decade I will be twenty eight years old, and that my years of youth are coming to an end.
Note from the editor: The following is a guest post by Clive Thompson pomeranian99 a journalist who s written about technology and science for two decades.
Clive is a longtime contributing writer for the New York Times Magazine and a columnist for Wired.
The winter of my seventh grade year, my alcoholic mother entered a psychiatric unit for an attempted suicide.
Mom survived, but I would never forget visiting her at the ward or the complete confusion I felt about her attempt to end her life.
But life does not always go according to plan.
On August 31, 2011, ten days before my due date, I began to have complications.