Tumbling Down the Rabbit Hole

It happened. I was triggered. Hard. For days I felt at a crawling pace to keep going, to find my rhythm again. The image of a fighter plane riddled in bullet holes would come to mind and the idea of survivorship bias. Damaged as I am - I am still here. But some planes never make it back. What can be done to ensure they do in the future. And what of me remains intact that differs that can be fortified.

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