After the Shock Wears Off

I'm doing better. I think it just shocked me. This isn't like a bullet wound or knife hit, those if you can survive the injury, you're golden. This, you keep fighting every day. Once it dawned on me that every day was a new fight, I began to feel better. I began to understand how I could get everything together and figure out where to go.

Where do I go?

The same direction I have been going. I've been on borrowed time (in my own mind) since Aug 28 1988, why should anything be different?

So I'm gathering up my writing, and leaving my self-imposed seclusion that I've been in over the last several months.

I feel better, about myself, the future, and what will happen.

I've got my boots and my family, what else do I need?