Tangled Introduction

The story digs a bit deep. The telling gets tangled.  It's not the willingness to share that convolutes, for I have told various versions.  It's just that the telling of it takes its own path and comes out not quite what I meant to say.

Perhaps if the journey were just the events of these last few years, the telling would be easier, but there is the context of the 10 years of mess prior and the life before that lead to the mess.

But there is this internal experience, which seems more real and relevant than external circumstances.

If the mind and soul is fractured--how does it learn to come together as a society and do anything useful? Here is the intended focus of the writing for the coming year. Though, we never know where a story leads once the telling has begun.