STORM HAS PASSED 

… first I must plunge upstream, swim in frigid floodwaters like a dog floundering with debris from a splintered forest. Crawl through the mud, through the terror, with faith in my heart to lie on the soft sand, warm under my rebuilt body. Sobs of fear turn into tears of gratefulness when I know the worst is over. The storm has passed — I can breathe. I am alive. I’ve earned the right to be happy again….

© excerpt of PSYCHO MUMBO-JUMBO chapter

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