October 28, 2016

brain imageMy summer ended with a crash. My body is still here, all in one piece, but my brain seems to be sitting in *bubble wrap*. Everyone, almost everyone, says: to talk about it, write about it or…dum-de-dum-dum…P.T.S.D. awaits you. P.T.S.D. stands for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. But almost is my lawyer who says: “Don’t talk about it. Direct all questions to me.” HA! First of all, I don’t want anyone bothering her/him, and second, it would be on my dime. That part of my brain is still with me.


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