Living In Limbo -- I Mean, Your Twenties

It's funny how we walk around in our everyday lives without even a thought of how quickly everything can change. Being young comes with a sense naivety, I think. We spend a lot of time thinking nothing bad can happen to us.  When it does you're just left there stunned and everything you ever thought you know becomes a question. It shakes you to the core and makes you reevaluate everything that your twenty-something years of experience has taught you.

Everything isn't rainbows and sunshine anymore.

The world is a dark place... 

but that doesn't mean light doesn't shine through every once and awhile.

Sometimes it turns out we know nothing at all. Sometimes we have to be broken and put ourselves back together. Especially, because no one else can do it for us.

That is my explanation for why I haven't posted lately. I've thought about being raw and posting what actually happened but on the off chance that someone I know reads this  I have decided against it. Maybe one day I will or maybe you'll just figure it out. I'm not known for being subtle.

Now, as promised:

“Some people's lives seem to flow in a narrative; mine had many stops and starts. That's what trauma does. It interrupts the plot. You can't process it because it doesn't fit with what came before or what comes afterward. A friend of mine, a soldier, put it this way. In most of our lives, most of the time, you have a sense of what is to come. There is a steady narrative, a feeling of "lights, camera, action" when big events are imminent. But trauma isn't like that. It just happens, and then life goes on. No one prepares you for it.” 
― Jessica Stern