I woke up this morning and my head was spinning. I hate being sick. By noon, I was able to stumble down the stairs and look for food. Nothing sounds good. Then on the bottom shelf, I spot it.
Top Ramen. The kind that used to cost 10 cents a bag and now 16 years later only costs 14 cents a meal. Then in my haze, I start to remember the days when I lived on ramen.
Maybe the thoughts of my teens were spurred by the ramen, or the fact that Sierra (my sister) had witnessed a gang shooting yesterday. Or the spinning in my head left me open to remembering the past. Either way, as I stare at that bowl of noodles and instinctively grab the hot sauce and douse my noodles in spice. The thoughts came back like a flood.
The violence. The fights. The shootings.
I started to write this a couple months ago and I stopped writing. I don’t know why. Maybe it was that I was sick, or maybe I just didn’t want to think about the blood. Either way I think it is important to post this because the simplest things can trigger old thoughts or feeling. My life is about understanding the triggers so I can move forward with my head high and a smile on my face!