pat's blog: "Some one cares"

• We made ourselves survive it, whatever it was. When we were drowning, we taught ourselves to be fish and swam instead, we smiled with our new gills and told no one of it. When the monsters came for us with their teeth that sing of terrible things, we ran for safe places even when our lungs were savage for it. We survived. We showed up with bruises or cuts or bony shoulders for it, we shot dope and swallowed pills, we held ourselves together with iron or twine or just a thin silver of hope. We lived it. We still live it, but we are stronger now, and know the names of some the things that haunt us in the deep dark woods of our minds. We are archers now, we have arrows we have honed from working the steps and sharing bits of ourselves, from the loyalty to our friends and our humor and our kindness. We did not come out of it unscarred. We are not even out of it at all. But we are alive. And we are strong. We doing the impossible. Recovering!

December 20, 2015