Who am I?

Three seconds, one occasion.

That up there in the title. Three and one.  Miminal time. Single moment.  Is all it takes.  Nobody thinks “it” would be long enough or that “it” could involve them.

“It” is whatever catalyst started your trip on the shit river of pain. For me, a car crash.

Part of the whole coping with pain is trying to make some kind of sense about it.  So here we go.  We just go ahead and forget.  Forget about any kind of danger because we just don’t want to.  Forgeting and plain ole not wanting (not wanting being the underlying cause of forgetting quite often)  We figure that it isn’t and it couldn’t.

But then.

A crash took all sense of control away, putting me someplace I never imagined. On a path that doesn’t want to fucking end.  And I don’t know whether it would be worse if it did indeed end.

So I focus instead.

Slashing with a machette at times, gentle parting between leaves at others, figuring out ways through the wilds of ignorance, opening my eyes to realities once obscured, always with the fall back provided by the inspirational love for my children.