The Gently-Stressed Statues
of Mommy-nests
Had to
Hold All the Stories
of the “Not – ME – Yets”
H.A.S.G. 6/27/08
DAY ONE
Thursday, June 19th, I was hospitalized for two weeks. The first half felt like Disney World – where joy and miracles abounded, the best dreams for the least of the Dreamers could see the light of day. After a week though, it was as if I stepped into the Tower of Terror, falling to the unspeakable depths of something as foreign and shocking as Guantanamo Bay. The metaphor sounds extreme, but so was the transformation I experienced from being ensconced in the safest, warmest healing environment in which a human can alight to winding up ensnared in the fear and trauma of falling down the rabbit hole of a very powerful institution. Hallelujah I’m home now. And here’s hoping this blog can be the venue for telling my story – to tell about my unquiet and bombarded, yet otherwise bonny mind.
Seaflower McGee 