Consequences
Consequences. It's a big word with larger meaning, most of them being that they come in to bite your face off later. And when you least need it. Maybe. The consequences to my turbulent situation have been building for much longer than I have been writing or speaking about. No one (and yes, I mean that) is interested in reading or listening to whining about trauma or mental illness. Not in this political and social climate, for sure. Social media has really pulverized that dead horse. However, I can take a short moment to document mine a little bit here. This journey has been rough. I found good things about myself and heartbreak concerning other situations and people. There was a couple of surprises too. Nearing the end of this race, I ran out of steam about 3 years ago. Valhalla really drained me. (There's a glint of memory here also. I'm not sure but I may have set myself up for failure on that. Did I unknowing self-sabotage myself 7 years prior by suggesting Valhalla be...
