Synapse

I am on a stationary journey. I follow the same love, hate and fear day after day until it all becomes too much. And my first reaction is to freeze. I dissociate from life, but sometimes, slowly or quickly through an unforeseen and fortuitous glitch, I integrate a new path. A path of healing and growth that’s uncharted, unbound. My ego reluctantly lies in wait, in check for a while. I am told I have half the synapses I used to have, and that may make me the victim or the hero of this story, but I also know this shouldn’t hold me back. I show up, and I find my own way round. A less linear path of learning not limitation. A journey through an unfamilar forest where I prune my trillions of synapses like wayward branches. Forever forging new paths forward, and finding a life once lost.