Coming Back From The Dead

I have noticed the circles and mirrors in my life. Cyclical happenings, reflections of past moments returning to the present, replaying interactions and relationships. These a-ha moments are often prefaced by something monumental, or even simply notable, and usually, there are emotions attached. Big, small, indifferent or otherwise, it usually means I am transitioning somehow, between worlds, between my selves, peeling back a new layer, forgetting who I was and remembering who I’m becoming. Woven in with my manic moods and crushing lows, these moments usually mean a mix of tears, self-doubt, hyper-activeness, hibernation, attempts at new resolve and recurring impostor syndrome.