Do you remember watching the Twilight Zone when you were a kid?  I can hear the theme song in my head just thinking about the show.  I also remember how bizarre and down right scary some of those episodes were.  My only saving grace was knowing that it was “just a show” a creation of someone’s crazy and wild imagination.  There was comfort knowing that it was not plausible or reality. 

   I’ve had more experiences in my life that make peoples jaw drop and make them say “no way, are you serious” than I can count.  They’ve always been something I have overcome or just dealt with because they were a part of my story, my life.  I didnt really know what else I was supposed to do with them.  I am aware each experience has added to who I am in whole.  They have made me understanding, open minded, kind hearted, fearful, reserved, loving, compassionate, anxious, and most of all they have made me resilient.   This resilience is how I keep standing up after the fall. Dusting off the dirt and debris, bandaging the cuts and wounds.  Painting on the smile even when I can’t seem to muster a real one.
I keep looking for the light in the darkness, The sun break through the clouds or rain in the desert. The small promises that remind us that there is hope in the most hopeless of situations.
That is what I am walking through at this moment.  I am looking through the vortex and hoping to find the doorway I fell through when that once “just a t.v. show” called the Twilight Zon became my life. Surely if the doorway opened and pulled me inside there must be a doorway out. Because my life has been swirling within this incomprehensible existence for far to long.  Every time I feel as though I’ve gained my footing, the ground beneath me falls out again.

It was just another ordinary day as the vortex lay in wait. I awoke that beautiful monday morning with hope for a new beginning. I had a meeting to make a drastic change in my life. A change I should have made long before I found the strength and courage.  I knew the upcoming days, weeks, and months were going to be difficult.  Even with this knowledge, nothing could have prepared me for the nightmare I was about to embark on.  No one could have foretold of the trap door I was just about to walk across and fall into. This is where my story begins, this is when the life of a seemingly “perfect” family will fall apart and this is where the first chapter of my twilight zone nightmare begins.  The chapters will build taking twists and turns throughout the months to follow.  This is the story of my life as I NEVER thought possible. This is my Twilight Zone Nightmare.