Facebook time while watching Walking Dead.
I’m catching up with my onefitwidow.com Questies.
I’m perusing my friends’ walls.
That was an amazing transformation.
It was inspiring.
I first saw it when Mark was in the step-down unit. I showed it to him. Showed him what he could do. Showed him that the world was his for the taking – that he was not going to be beaten down by this last setback.
Fuck why can’t my brain shut up when I remember something? One memory leads to another which leads to another, which leads to… fuck. Triggered.
Did it to myself.
Twisty. Sucker punched. Can’t catch my breath triggered.
All because a post (and I didn’t even watch it) bumped a memory to the top.
Arthur’s transformation IS amazing. I wish it had been Mark’s.