Hello @smokedsteem. Wow. What a story and stories you have. You asked. And I can relate to your experience of pouring blood. I once fell off a roof at a Denny's restaurant in the pouring rain late at night. For a flash second I thought I would hit and die. But, I landed in the dumpster. In a drugged stated I was happy as I got out. But, it was not right. There were people partying in the parking lot. I walked toward them and I saw two girls start screaming. I felt the thick liquid on my head and face. A friend took me to the emergency. I remember the shocked look on the nurses. I had split the left side of my skull open and half my face ripped. It was the side of the dumpster I hit and then rolled in.

As for the rest of your story, sure. Bring it on. I want to hear what you have to say. At this point in our lives we edit and re-edit working the narrative that gives us meaning. Are we happy where we are? Do we have regrets?