Drink Me, Alice

Silence is over-rated. You know what silence does? It protects the guilty. And I’m all done with that. This is my story, this is my life, and I will not be silenced any more. So, let’s talk about what that means.

I have spent a fair amount of my adult life trying not to rock the boat. Just keeping my head down and powering through whatever fresh hell awaits that day with the least amount of fallout. But I’m not worried about that any more. Rock the boat. Tip the thing over. I will build an empire from its destruction.

The first thing you need to know about this, is that my story is not unique. It is not some random strangeness that happens only in the thriller novels I love to read so much. It happens every day. And it happens to all kinds of people. I say people, and not women, because men have fallen victim to these things, too. I am not special by virtue of my gender alone, and neither is anyone else. What makes me special is what is in there. The gooey core that sets me apart from others. My specific thoughts, dreams, goals, quirks, and idiosyncrasies that make me unique. Everyone has those, because everyone is different. We are not cookie-cutter people with gum-drop buttons. We are like no-bake cookies, where we are all a little weird, but still delightful.

Usually.

This is my story, in no particular order, chronological or otherwise. It is a collection of those things that make me unique. Things I have hidden too long in an effort to not make waves. Screw it. It won’t just be waves, but a tsunami.

Drink me, Alice, and follow me down the rabbit hole…