postcards from the other side: and now a view from the other side

I'm just now coming back to myself. I can't talk, and wish...

Life becomes interesting when you hit that particular wall. I'm grateful for breathing and know it's a blessing, but my inner voice screams louder and won't get off my chest.

It will have to wait.

I can't even begin, but the time kept so slowly, and the images so vivid. I am grateful for breathing and it isn't a win. I'm out (sorta) from under and yet just beginning.

I have friends, and that is enough. Thank you all for that.