No one gave me a trigger warning for 9-11 or October 7. Or my cancer (long dead> 10 years). Or that one of my children is handicapped. Or a million other things. No triggers--just the bullets. Every little bullet hole in me has paled to life worth living, pitfalls and all. And sensibilities, which make me human. I'm not saying that suffering is good. But I do feel living, come what may, is.
No one gave me a trigger warning for 9-11 or October 7. Or my cancer (long dead> 10 years). Or that one of my children is handicapped. Or a million other things. No triggers--just the bullets. Every little bullet hole in me has paled to life worth living, pitfalls and all. And sensibilities, which make me human. I'm not saying that suffering is good. But I do feel living, come what may, is.
No one gave me a trigger warning for 9-11 or October 7. Or my cancer (long dead> 10 years). Or that one of my children is handicapped. Or a million other things. No triggers--just the bullets. Every little bullet hole in me has paled to life worth living, pitfalls and all. And sensibilities, which make me human. I'm not saying that suffering is good. But I do feel living, come what may, is.