Recovery Position

So at last I have found my way back to myself.  It has been a hard journey and a long haul. Looking back I can see that I dropped gradually down to rock-bottom like a diver floating down to the sea bed – no tumble or sudden screaming plummet to tell me that my fall was the equivalent of a terminal-velocity Twin Towers swallow-dive.

In the depths, I was smashed. But only on the inside, so nobody else could see.  Slowly, so slowly, I have put myself back together, and clawed my way inch by agonising inch from the bottom of the abyss back up to the sky, and a safe distance now (I hope) from the edge of precipice.

What I want is still the same.  Which means I’m still not where I want to be – wherever that is. But time moves on, and that isn’t always a bad thing. The outlook has improved. And you never know - I might still get to be The Very Thing.