My thoughts now are that I've become very comfortable with the state of mistrust.
Chronic in that somethings in the past will never go away; acute to me means it's current...unexpected and ,yes, intense at times.

It's all rolled into a ball of yarn. The beginning is there but it can be elusive to pinpoint it, and it's not a straight piece of yarn.
It's bits and pieces wrapped around each other. New things are tucked here and there, and they have their own shades of unsettling color.

Poor horse!
I've been beating this dead one for far too long

Cap