When the triggers occur and the remembrances are there then the response was to do only what I knew to do, which wasn't very healthy.

Then, there were no options, now with the memory of the traumas revealed and our own parts helping out, the resolutions and outcomes are better, more satisfactory.

But, look around at the devastation, the consequences, the shambles of the results it feels like such a gall darn waste. Failure, also comes to mind.

Trying to look on the bright-side, however the devastation goes on for miles around. Illusion some call it...so I say walk a mile in my shoes. Future hope is also an illusion, only have today but its troubles are definately enough.

The shadow of footprints behind and before show just enough and than is all. Maybe that is all anyone has, in fact, the rest is illusion.

Thanks for reading if you did,
Love
Hunny