In a crisis...

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In a crisis, I show up. 

Even if I am a complete mess, I show up.  I constantly reach within myself to get to the beyondness that carries me through.  

This “beyondness,” is my guide.  It was directive but kind. It kept showing me the whole picture.  In a crisis you need the whole picture.

My beyondness taught me that nothing is permanent, not life, not grief, not anything. 

My beyondness knows what I need and helps me, it always knows what is in my best interest if I allow it to tell me. 

My beyondness also always reminds me that hating inanimate objects doesn’t change reality.  Hating animate objects and random people you meet on life's journey is important. 

In a crisis, my beyondness takes over and takes the lead.  My beyondness allows me the strength to head straight into the centre of terror when everyone else flees.  

Denial always helps me function, for the first few years it helped me deal with my condition.  Denial is different than beyondness because it alters the truth.  Beyondness tells it like it is; it's still kind, but deals with facts.  Denial suspends my grief until I am able to deal with it.  I am greatful to both my denial and my beyondness.  

Being kind, I already know is how I will survive in the darkest moments of my life.  When all my power feels stripped away as my life drifts from the dream I painted in my mind. 

Life may take away what I cherish the most, but it cannot take away my power to choose how I face what is lost.

Beyondness strips any tragedy away,  What remains is the truth. The truth shows me who has my back, from this, I watch and learn.





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