Feeling really disgusted in how we are through no fault of ours. I'm seeing the fragmentation through the years, especially in the teen years....how and why things were spoken and done....everything is crystal clear. Why things were said when, how, and why they were said....the cause and effect. The stand out moments explained. The abuse both at home and away, public and private...like everything that I know is revealed and makes sense. As if the inner workings of the life and universe opens up in relation to us, our world is made small. Disgusting.

Questions of "why am I even alive" flood the soul. Time to practice avoidance to empty the mind and drain the soul. I hate these moments of clarity when the fog lifts and you can see for miles. How we were wronged to cause us painfully laid bare.

It seems that we have a flair for the dramatic.