I locked myself out of Blogger. I guess that is what I get with too many people trying to run the show around here. But after going around and around with Blogger support, I'm back now.
I'm doing alright. Some days are better than others. Some days are downright awful. And some days are Disneyland.
Now all these years later I am finally trying to wrap my arms around the wrong because my mind cannot comprehend it. And that wrong these days is in my mind, my multitude of crippled friends, because the perpetrators are gone. The wrong is frightening and so many times I want to slam and lock the door on it to take my time to intellectualize the pain. Yet as I analyze my pain the wrong has tiny fists that pound the door. Louder and louder; screaming for embrace until I unlock the door that acts as a threshold between my mind and my heart.
Hanging On No More
19 hours ago