Bouncing on Words

Yes, perhaps I am. Maybe with time I will value the gift that was given to me when they “let me go.” Right now I don’t feel so lucky. I feel tortured, betrayed, abandoned, and isolated. Not only did I lose control over what happened to my body, but I had no control over whether I lived or died. And if this paralyzing fear that sits in my stomach, if this ache of grief and loss that fills my heart, if these replaying pictures that occupy my mind, are life, then I’m wondering…