I feel I am "getting there", where ever "there" is.
So much has been stripped of me yet I am still here, different yet the same me.
Uncertain of soooo much, yet, assured I will be able to get through whatever, coz my impending (whenever it is) death comforts me.
(I had a moment in Santa Fe today where a car accident surrounded by about 2 dozen emergency vehicles and stopping at a gas station overwhelmed my senses to the point that I nearly threw up. It was hours ago and I am still queasy. There's just too much input for the old system right now.)