RebirthDay: I Dare You
to move…to breathe…to dance…to live
On the 23rd Anniversary of the night I died and woke up as somebody else (but not completely - Phoenixing is cool like that):
If you’re down there on the ground and you can’t figure out how to get back on your feet, I hope you reach for that hand reaching down to you.
If there is no hand, I hope this song is like wings on your back.
If there is no hand…and if no wings sprout, then just know that I’m lying down here next to you, and my pinky finger is only a millimeter away.
If a millimeter is too far for you today, it’s not for me.
© 2020 Hartebeast
UP NEXT:
THE ARCS OF THIS SERIES:
BLAM.
If Only. If only I wasn’t such a social butterfly, a hostess-with-the-mostess, a proud, doting teacher—I would have made it to the back room and had my costumes packed before ten o’clock after our holiday dance recital. If only I had let someone else drive a friend home after her truck broke down, I would have made it to Walmart twenty minutes earlier.
Holiday Hell: Days 1-3
The day after a drunk driver rammed me in the middle of the night on Winter Solstice, I learned that the emergency room had been wrong. I was not “just fine.” My insurance company was open long enough for me to inform them of the incident. Then they closed for the holidays.
On This Day 23 Years Ago - December 18
Remember how I told you that my body is haunted by the Ghosts of Myselves Past? That Traumatic Brain Injury can alter someone to the point where they no longer feel like the same person—where even to their loved ones, they don’t seem like the same person? This is one of the most difficult things to navigate in a TBI like mine.
“ If there is no hand…and if no wings sprout, then just know that I’m lying down here next to you, and my pinky finger is only a millimeter away.
If a millimeter is too far for you today, it’s not for me.” — beautiful!