In hurricane mode your life becomes an altered reality in which time has no meaning or substance. You’re stuck in a no-man’s land of howling winds, horizontal rain torrents and the pops and creaks of a storm-stressed house. The world outside the storm zone turns on but you’re inside a cocoon of stomach churning anxiety, uncertain of your next hour. After the storm passes, you enter a state of pure exhaustion from days of running on adrenaline and wait for the Gods of Electricity to favor you with power and a return to the normal little life you see with new eyes.
Been wondering about you down there. My love and prayers to you…
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Reblogged this on Voiceless in America.
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I hope you are okay! I was thinking about you and glad you posted. Cheers that you are good. Why a second time? I hope all is not too bad this time. Prayers.
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whew….it is pretty stilling to walk out after among what is left…been through a few…my heart goes out to you…
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