Kati’s Reviews > Things We Found When the Water Went Down > Status Update

A shedding storm: a shedding storm meant that when it ends, when we come out on the other side, we’ve left some thing of ourselves behind. We are no longer who we were.

But you will learn their boundaries are not your own

Maybe it’s Hell licking at my heels.
I don’t believe in the Devil,
But I’m nearly certain He believes in me.
I keep hoping for a tunnel back in time
& I can’t fucking find it.

My hair is often tangled too, and my heart, easily bruised hurt, mended, set alight again, sometimes so quickly that I am overwhelmed, and have to squeeze every muscle tight to keep my body from exploding. I am beginning to understand now why she shouted and cried so often, the heavy weight of paradox that wore down her ration and reason.

For all my mothers warnings, I was still the sort of girl, whose best defense was to defuse any aggressor with kindness, the girl who had not yet learned it was necessary to be rude, or loud or offensive for self-preservation

“I remember when I turned and started back - eight hundred miles to a home that no longer existed - I was no longer pulsing with hurt. I don’t use that word lightly, pulsing. I used to feel that heartache fucking pump through my lungs, in my skin. She lifted it all away.

The sign, they’d painted above the bar says Loon, Lunar, Lunatic - we’re all moon junkies here
Owned by Aunt Bea - the One Who Laughs and Laughs

I think I shall spend the rest of my days, asking questions, as I fear, I will feel unsettled and arrogant otherwise… Be curious, I beg of you. Bell Maree Baldwin

It is hard to reconcile what is with what used to be