It didn't arrive in a gallant swoop.
It was more like an apparition slowly becoming visible through a thick fog.
Like a distant song being played somewhere across the water, with fragments of the tune making their way past the rhythm of the tide.
It was the thing that I tried so hard to not know.
Houston, we’ve had a problem.
Fiercely skilled in denial, I closed my eyes to the facts. Pretending not to see. I tried to just make myself busier. I didn’t want to hear the words that I knew I needed to say.
I didn’t want to believe what I already knew to be truth.
I didn’t want to admit that I had a problem.Read More