RebirthDay: I Dare You

to move…to breathe…to dance…to live

Dec 21, 2023

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.

Two hands side by side in the dark, pinky fingers interlaced. Between their wrists, a burst of light forms. I dare you. — Boop!

FOR THE LOVE OF HELIOS & HOLIDAY HELL, PLEASE DON’T DRINK & DRIVE

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🎶 Un-Holy Night (Migraine Divine)

Alexx Hart

December 23, 2023

For your filking pleasure:

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THE ARCS OF THIS SERIES:

Ye Olde Tales

BLAM.

Alexx Hart

September 30, 2023

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.

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Ye Olde Tales

Holiday Hell: Days 1-3

Alexx Hart

December 3, 2023

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.

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Ye Olde Tales

On This Day 23 Years Ago - December 18

Alexx Hart

December 19, 2023

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.

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