the fight or flight mode on a return to the ramshackle space .... The pure ironies in much. However, I am still resisting the urge for a bit of a Greek time of it ... the flight to boil (along with the ills of confusions that comes in times) or freeze burn ... and glad a part of my mind feels free to say what is in part going on with it ... even whether the thought that I am talking about it means to others more a cry for help than actually ... do I want to feel this *******for the rest of my days and will it ever cease in ease or vice versa ... ?
That happened many a time cos I am not a conventional being in the training of such or using logic ... outside of the training box ...
Absolutely no one can even understand what happened in those darkest times that led to so much beyond death ... in my own circle it has not happened on that scale ...
And then in the next time the panick in is it happening to me, like it did me hubby, albeit in a different set of personal to me recent bad dose of an infection on the airways ... and something still so bothersome I took my own logical advice to rest up then go to the docs ... after the jostling in getting home yesterday...
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