Without them

It's like a ticking time bomb. One minute you are in the present. The next you are thrown into a memory. Not by choice. And you leave the present to be there. To experience it as if it is all that exists. It replays. It must have been triggered by something? Or maybe not? It … Continue reading Without them

My Triggered Reality

Catch up.  Two exams.  Four homework assignments.  A project here and there.  Work three times a week.  Meetings on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday.  Making dinner. Grocery shopping. Laundry. Trying to get to bed on time, but going to bed at 1:00am.  Constant motion.  Then, a trigger.  A song, a sad smile, a beautiful … Continue reading My Triggered Reality