Getting Me Back: The Voices Within

Looking back: It is like sitting in the third row seat of an old station wagon, staring ahead at the road behind you...

It is not enough to sit in the front seat and see where you were going – you didn't know anyway. To understand how you got here you have to look at where you have been.

In that third row seat facing backwards you might be tempted to stare at the floorboard or the marks on your shoes or the stripes on the asphalt that never seem to end, but don't. To understand you must look up, look back and accept the scenery for what it was.

When the pain and fury and fear rise up --  remember it is only a hill in the distance, you have already passed over. That queasy feeling in your stomach is no more than a sour memory.