the story of my death part 2

The story of my death is a complex one, yet not one without order and structure. There are periods in one’s life that are so impacting and effective that one never truly recovers from their force. Sometimes the blow is so hard and so low that its mark remains permanent and indestructible, its imprint forever lingering. For experiences do affect, and sometimes the penetration is truly real. These experiences cannot be shaken off for they have penetrated too deeply into the very grain of our being and consciousness. That is simply the truth of the matter. I had reached the point of no return. A chord had been struck, a paradigm shift truly achieved and I had been forever changed.