[noshadows]

What your mind obviously did was to come up for reasons to stop staring at your wrist. The good, the suddenly dished up attractively, meals to still be had. The unasked for people that pops up inside of you uninvited, the words of a song long since forgotton, flashes of the future not yet lived, voices that starts talking at you and feelings in your tummy that might resemble having eaten all those meals already.
Good things, the silver linings of your life; past, present and future. The silver lining undoubtedly fighting the wrist. The wrist makes a strong come back with images of blood, feelings change from dispear to scared, you don't need a mirror to see your eyes diluting and you become a witness of the battle. Unknowingly, the silver is beating the red, dissociation is winning, is a pathway to neutral and neutral is as good as it can get for now.
Neutral is what breaks your trance and get you moving or crying or lying or however the lining plays out...

[allimsaying]

Interesting piece of writing no shadows. What does it mean to you?

[noshadows]

Well, it means my brain, tough not asked to, always gives me more reasons to live than not

[allimsaying]

I love that it gives you a smile

I think its awesome

[healingme4me]

Thanks for sharing the writing.

I stopped looking a long time ago, but there's something it does to me, to let me know if I am feeling something intense in the moment.

Some people get sore knees with cold weather like arthritis. Mine gets sore, when something triggers my emotions. In a way, it's good, so I know to stop in the very moment and address if someone's words, etc, are actually bothersome to me, and I get to, in the moment, ask myself what it is, and my wrist, doesn't allow me, per se, to bottle up my emotions. Because the scar hurts.

I found reasons to live myself. Actually, am glad for each day. It's been a couple of decades, but it's there, the scar.

22 years, 23 this July.