Some people deal with past trauma by creating distance internally. At its most severe, this is called disassociation. I will not say I have this clinical condition. I will say I spend a great amount of time Somewhere Else. I figured out that I don’t have to be fully present in life. So much of the time, I’m not. But there are those people, that special squad of folks (you know who you are), that cause you to return to yourself, however briefly. Coming back from what we’ll loosely call a disassociation trip is always a little disorienting. You get this feeling of intense…almost grief. You’re gasping…you’re struggling to breathe and feel and keep it together after so long an absence. That’s the defibrillator, shocking your heart awake, back into rhythm. And from there, it’s straight into love.
Never Been Kissed
It’s ok, hit reset; back to menu
Has reached critical mass – danger rumbles
We won’t make it in time! darkness beckons