I Can Not Imagine Comments

This is the highly 'adulterated' version of what was once just panic attacks, death level high blood pressure trauma spasms, stuttering pub songs trying to make light of a monster, and overeating- busying my mind and tongue, not wanting to think about it anymore. I'm glad I am at least just barely comprehensible in my sullen anger here. It took a lot of mental work to adhere what was once just the primal scream of traumatic shock and hate turned inwards as suicide to finally be cogent here.

People surprise us negatively, so often. The way this case is narrated holds our attention and vividly remains. Good work.