I found a place I’d not visited in a long, long, dusty time.
It was because of my children, actually.
I found the place a lifetime ago, when I was searching for answers about what was real and what was imagined. And if not imagined, what could be done about it.
I rage-quit the place when life was falling down all around me. When the darkning threatened to fill the sky and blot out life and limb. When life without my BP sig other – and more importantly – life without my children was not a life I wanted to have.
But now it’s time to go back, to face the shells of demons long past and mostly conquered.
Time to help those still fighting the good fight.